His eyes move to the bottle and he sits up straight. “I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m asking.”

  “I could pass a field sobriety test with flying colors right now.”

  I study him again.

  He has this presence that begs me to savor it, and as I look at him I can’t quite pinpoint what it is. Because it’s not just his good looks. I like to think I’m beyond those things being all that captivates me in a man.

  Not that any of it should matter considering I told myself I wouldn’t come to the club looking for a husband tonight but a good, quick fuck.

  Something about this man screams he could give me just that.

  I let my eyes drop to his hand. There’s no wedding band or a tan line indicating one has been removed, but still I ask. “You married.”

  His eyes hold mine. “Not yet.”

  His words are said with such conviction I’d think he was marching down the altar in the morning.

  “Engaged?”

  “Same answer.”

  “Hmm.” I’ve never been very forward but if it comes down to climbing out of my character in order to leave here with this man tonight then I will.

  “I never caught your name,” he says.

  “It’s Tymber,” I hold my hand out to him.

  “Tymber,” he tests it out, nodding as he takes my hand. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

  My ovaries shriek in excitement.

  It’s not forever, Tymber, it’s for the night.

  How many times am I going to have to remind myself that tonight?

  I’d bet a lot.

  “I’m Brio,” he says as he pulls my hand up to his mouth, his lips warm as they graze my flesh.

  Is this swooning? Is that what I’m doing?

  Because despite the fact that I’m sitting down, I feel my legs go weak and my head feels clouded.

  My heart beats quickly and I huff out a breath, trying to compose myself. “I’m… this is just… I’m not looking for anything serious.”

  The biggest lie I’ve ever told.

  But if I learned anything from watching Dianna and Kristy, it’s that you have to make things clear up front before a one night stand.

  Brio’s lips press into a thin line for a moment, a crease forming between his brows before he relaxes. “Well then, I guess the next question is your place or mine?”

  CHAPTER FOUR: TYMBER

  His house is nice.

  It’s the first thought in my head when we enter Brio’s home but it doesn’t have time to prosper as he pinpoints me with his gaze.

  The intensity of it sends a shiver right down my spine.

  The car ride to Brio’s home had been silent. Since I’d rode with Diana and Kristy to the club, it hadn’t been a big thing to ride with Brio. Just like his home, his car had been nice.

  But even if they hadn’t, there’s no way that would have deterred me from this man.

  Because materialistic things aren’t important, but the way Brio keeps looking at me like I’m the only damn woman in the world.

  That's extremely important.

  Even if it's just for the night.

  I lick my lips as he approaches me and his eyes follow the movement. Reaching out, he strokes his warm thumb along my lips, tracing the path my tongue just made. “Lovely,” he says, his voice just above a whisper.

  He’s much taller than my 5’6 statue, easily over six feet, but it’s not a detriment as he leans down and places his lips against mine. It isn’t rushed, instead just a soft press that ignites me from my head to my toes, promising the pleasure that’s to come.

  When he pulls away from me, I try to follow him, try to get more. But he only smiles and grabs my hand pulling me deeper into the house. “Come, my Tymber.”

  My.

  That one word sends me right into the stratosphere.

  This isn’t forever, Tymber.

  I repeat the mantra over and over in my head as he pulls me down a dark hall. He opens a door and flicks on a light, revealing a large bedroom. The California king is covered in a black comforter and a load of pillows.

  The rest of the room is nice and neat, tidy. There’s nothing on the walls or on top of the dressers. The door that I’m guessing leads to his bathroom is closed, but the sliding door on the closet is slightly cracked.

  “Tymber, look at me.”

  I turn, looking up at him and again that damn gaze basically freezes me in place. “I want your eyes on me the entire night,” he says as he brings his hands up to cup either side of my face gently. “I want to be able to see every ounce of pleasure that I bring you.”

  My mouth suddenly feels dry and my legs… yeah, those damn things are nothing but spaghetti at this point.

  But I still manage to get out, “Sounds like you’re promising me some things, I hope you make good on them.”

  He lets out a soft laugh, his right thumb stroking my cheek before he moves closely, his breath ghosting across my lips as he says, “I promise I will.”

  And when he kisses me, this time with more pressure, I know he isn’t lying.

  I lean into his warm body, a moan slipping past my lips as one of his hands moves to my hip, holding onto me tightly.

  He moves me backwards until the back of my knees touch the bed. I start falling backwards and I prepare to hit the bed hard, but instead I find Brio’s arms under my body, lowering me to the bed like I’m made of glass.

  It’s not forever, Tymber.

  I lean back on my elbows, looking up at him when he frees me from his arms. I think he’s going to go for his belt and shuck off his clothes, but instead he starts pushing my dress up my legs.

  My lacy black underwear is revealed and he licks his lips as he looks at them and then he’s dropping to his knees.

  Anticipation moves through me, hot and thrilling.

  His big hands move over my thighs, rubbing.

  When his fingers stroke along the outside of my underwear, I raise my head so I can see him. I do so, just in time to watch him as he drags his tongue along my lace.

  “Fuck,” the curse leaves my lips without my permission.

  His tongue continues to tease me until I feel him pulling my panties down my legs.

  Cool air brushes my pussy but it isn’t enough to cool me down, not even close. Especially when Brio’s tongue grazes my clit, just enough pressure to let me know it's there but not enough to give me what I want.

  I arch up off the bed, trying to move into his touch, but he uses his hand to hold my hips down. “Be patient, Tymber, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

  Not what I want, but what I need?

  What world is this man from and how do I keep him?

  When he buries his face into my pussy, the question flies completely from my head. “Fuck yes,” I shout, my hands clenching into the cover as his tongue moves along my clit. “Don’t stop,” I pant and he doesn’t.

  His tongue is a menace as he eats me out like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. And from the groans, he’s letting out I’m thinking maybe I am.

  He continues to work me over with his tongue even as he glides into me with two of his fingers.

  “Fuck, fuck.” My thighs clench and I fear that I may be about to smash his head but I can’t be bothered to care enough as he twists his fingers inside of me and my orgasm comes rushing at me.

  My vision goes completely white and I bite my lip so hard that I taste blood.

  When I come back, I can feel Brio’s fingers gently stroking my face. Opening my eyes, I find him hovering over me. His lips are wet with my arousal and it's enough to have my clit throbbing all over again.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him, looking at the light red mark on his cheek. I’m pretty sure it's from nearly killing him with my thighs.

  “Don’t apologize,” he says, leaning down and kissing me. I can taste the saltiness of my arousal on his lips. “Not when I plan on leaving my touch on every part of your body before the night is over.”

  CHAPTER FIVE: BRIO

  I don’t miss a single inch of her skin, letting my mouth and tongue explore. Every little whimper that leaves her lips is like pure ecstasy.

  I glide my finger through the slickness of her arousal before kissing her once more. I love her mouth, its so soft, and the way she relaxes beneath me begs me to take more.

  I continue to kiss her until the foreplay is too much, pulling back.

  My hands go to my pants, but she sits up, stopping me. She looks up at me, “I go it.” Her hands glide over me as she undoes the button on my jeans. Standing, she pushes my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground.

  Her touch is hot as she runs her hands over my chest and when she leans forward and runs her tongue along my neck, I groan. Clenching my fist, I allow her to continue to play with me. When she pushes her hands down into my boxers, stroking my length, I reach my boiling point.

  “No time for that,” I tell her, removing her hands from my dick.

  Her lips stick out in a playful pout and I can’t help but to lean forward and nip her bottom lip.

  She gasps.

  Chuckling, I kiss her softly. “No time for games yet, I’m going to cum way too early if I don’t get in your pussy.”

  “Get to it then, you did make me a promise afterall.”

  And I plan to make good on it.

  I finish taking my pants and boxers off.

  Her dress is pushed up to her hips and I reach out pushing it up over her head. I make quick work of her bra, taking her breast into my hands. Leaning down, I draw her dark nipple into my mouth.

  She moans as she pushes up against me. Her pusssy is soaking and hot against my leg.

  Too fucking tempting.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I lower her to the bed. Hiking her leg up and pulling it onto my hip, I push forward, rubbing the tip of my dick through her wetness.

  “You on the pill?” I ask her.

  She jerks her head in a nod. “Yes.”

  Disappointing.

  If she wasn’t, I’d make sure she didn’t leave this room without putting my offspring in her. It’s crazy, we just met, but I know she’s mine. There’s not a single doubt in my head.

  Even when she’d said she was just looking for a little fun for the night, I hadn’t let it deter me.

  Tonight, we’ll fuck, and in the morning I’ll make it clear that she’s mine now.

  I can’t help but to press my lips to hers once more before leaning back. Grabbing my dick, I push the head through her wetness. I glide in with ease, but when she clenches around me I have to pause.

  This isn’t going to last long.

  I can acknowledge it, but there’s no way I’m not going to cum before she gushes onto my cock.

  I keep the first couple strokes smooth and even, not too quick, not too slow. I roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching it. When she lets out a little yelp, I snap my hips quicker, catching her off guard.

  “Shit.” Her hand comes up to my hip. “Fuck yes.” She rolls her hips to meet mine and as we fall into an easy rhythm, I like my hand before finding her clit and teasing it.

  “Just like that,” she moans out.

  I pick up the pace, moving quicker every time she gasps.

  “Oh fuck, that’s it right there,” she says as I rub circles onto her clit.

  Watching her face, I can tell she’s close and with my own orgasm threatening to take over, I rub he clit quicker, keeping my strokes even.

  Her legs start to shake and the heel of her foot presses into my back. When I feel her arousal coating my dick, I slam into her twice before letting my own orgasm take over.

  Round one done, many more to come.

  CHAPTER SIX: TYMBER

  Something smells delicious.

  My nose wakes me from my sleep and I slowly open my eyes. Blinking at the man in front of me holding a tray of food, it doesn’t take me long at all to remember where I am and what happened last night.

  In the early morning light without the haze of alcohol, Brio looks even better.

  And I still want to keep him.

  I don’t know if I should be cursing buzzed Tymber or thanking her because it definitely wasn’t a good idea to sleep with this man last night knowing it’d be a one off thing.

  Especially if he likes bringing his women breakfast in bed.

  Because that tray is for me, right?

  This time I ask the question out loud, pointing a finger at the tray. “Is that for me?”

  That damn dazzling smile makes its first appearance of the day as Brio looks at me. “Yes, I’m not a breakfast person myself, but figured you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Are you calling me fat?”

  His eyes widen. “What? No.”

  I laugh at the bewildered expression on his face. “I’m just joking,” I say, sitting up. I’d gotten up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and had slid on Brio’s shirt. So I’m not naked as I let the covers drop, patting my lap, “Lay it on me.”

  His lips twitch and he shakes his head but he puts the tray of food on my lap. He steps back, folding his arms over his chest as he looks at me. It isn’t a creepy look but one as if he’s in deep thought and it makes me pause.

  “Yes?” I ask.

  He shakes his head, unfolding his arms. “Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you are.”

  There I go swooning all over again.

  “How old are you?” I ask him, my jaw practically unhinged?

  “Why, you calling me old?” he asks, returning the banter from earlier.

  “No, just thinking I’ve been wasting my time with people my age.”

  “Which is?”

  “What?” Why does it feel like my brain is always short circuiting around this man?

  “What’s your age?”

  “Twenty-eight.”

  “Ah, definiteLy the wrong men, I wasn’t shit in my twenties either.” His eyes drop to my lips and he licks his own before his eyes move to mine. “I’m forty.”

  Okay, so there’s twelve years between us, I can definitely work with that.

  Or at least I could if this was more than sex. But despite the breakfast and casual conversation, I know I shouldn’t be getting my hopes up. Instead, I should enjoy the food and then take a graceful exit.

  I look at Brio, finding him once again staring at my lips. I swipe at my face, but there’s definitely not anything on it, unless… “Did I drool?” I ask him, swiping at my face again, while holding onto the tray with my other hand.

  He shakes his head, grabbing my hand. “No, I was just thinking that I want to kiss you.”

  My skin grows warm.

  Maybe he wants a repeat of last night.

  I definitely wouldn’t say no.

  “Do it then,” I tell him, praying my morning breath isn’t too bad. Considering he’s been up long enough to fix me breakfast, I’m positive he’s already brushed his teeth.

  His lips twitch at the corners before he places a hand on my face and leans in kissing me gently. Once again, he isn’t forceful, but nice and sweet, addicting, as he kissed me.

  When he pulls away, he taps a thumb along my lips before pointing to my tray, “Eat.”

  “Yes sir.”

  I watch as he disappears into the bathroom before I start shoveling the food into my mouth. Bacon, eggs, and purple grapes. It's perfect, but I barely taste them as I rush through my food, preparing for round two of epic sex.

  I pause with the fork halfway to my mouth when I hear the bathtub running from the bathroom.

  Hmmm, maybe he wanted to freshen up before we start back.

  I start back eating.

  It's as I’m finishing up that the bathroom door opens up and Brio steps out. He’s still dressed in the same thing, his hands slightly wet. “The tub is ready. I’ll get you a pair or my sweats and t-shirt to wear.” He steps into the room, moving over to his dresser.

  Confused, my brows pull together as I place my empty tray on his nightstand.

  Okay, definitely never had a man draw up a bath for me after fixing me breakfast.

  Either he’s extremely nice to his hookups or this has the potential to be more.

  Or he could be a serial killer and likes his victims clean before he kills them.

  I dismiss the ridiculous thought, sliding out of the bed still. “Thanks.”

  He’s just being nice, take the bath and leave.

  I slide past him, moving into the bathroom. The tub is full of bubbles and there’s a thick, tangy aroma in the air. I almost expect to see candles lit as well.

  I toss the shirt onto the counter and step into the tub.

  Sitting down, my eyes damn near roll into the back of my head. The bath is scorching in the best way and my skin tingles. “What’s in the water?” I call out through the still open door.

  Brio appears in the door, his eyes roaming over me. His gaze is so hot that I couldn’t feel self conscious even if I wanted to.

  No, I feel like a motherfucking queen.

  “Essential oils, and epsom salt. It should help with your back.”

  I think I want to marry him.

  My longest relationship was with a guy in college. It lasted almost a year and yet he never did anything near as considerate as what this man has done in less than half a day of knowing him.

  No one has.

  And no one probably ever will.

  This isn’t forever.

  But I’m starting to wonder if it could be.

  “Thank you,” I tell him, my throat feeling way too tight.

  I have to be reading way too much in this, I know it. I’ve been looking for Mr. Right my whole life, there’s no way he’s suddenly standing in front of me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched onto his features as he steps further into the bathroom.

  “Yes,” I say, but even I can hear the way my voice catches slightly.

  “Sorry,” I tell him, rubbing my throat. “It’s just… no one has ever done anything this sweet for me and I’m trying not to read too much into it. I know it was just sex and now you’re being nice to me. It’s okay.” All the words spill out of my mouth in a rush.