His eyes open. He shakes his head in wonder. “Who are you?”

I smile because I know he doesn’t actually want an answer, but I love that he’s asked the question. “Your mystery girl.”

He blinks, like he has to shake off the lust to finish the job of rolling on the protection. As he pinches the top of the condom, I slide out of my panties. He positions himself between my legs and hikes up my thigh around his hip. Guiding him, I rub the tip against all that wetness.

“God, you feel so fucking good and I’m not even inside you yet.”

He pushes in, and for the briefest second, I feel stretched in ways I haven’t felt stretched in too long. He’s so deep in me, I draw a sharp inhale, then I sigh blissfully.

I want to use his name. I want to say Duke, or Ninja, or John, or David, or Mr. Venture Fund, or whoever he is. Instead, I blurt out, “I don’t think it’s going to take me long at all.”

He moves inside me, stroking in and out, filling me. I’m vaguely aware of the sounds of the party from far beyond the door, the low beat of the music, the chatter of the crowd, and then us, all the sensations.

My pants. His groans.

The wet slickness of me taking him in deep.

His lips sliding across mine.

His breath on my neck.

The press of my back on the wall.

We’re in our own cocoon of one-night lust, of crazy, instant chemistry here in the library as the stealth start-up screws the angel investor against the wall. I band my arms around his neck, all the chiffon and funny money hitting his arms, his shoulders.

I look up at what I can see of his face, the cut of his jaw, the shape of his full lips, the brightness of his eyes, wondering who I let into my body.

But then a thrill races through me because I don’t know the answer. I bring my mouth to his, brushing our lips together. As he thrusts inside me, he whispers against my face, “I don’t think it’ll take me long either. You feel too good.”

I bring my mouth to his ear. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me so hard I forget where I am.”

His groan sounds like it’s ripped from his throat as he hikes my thigh higher. He grabs my other leg, lifts me, and wraps both around his back. “Hold on tight,” he says, keeping me pinned like that, holding me up as he takes me.

I can’t move like this, and I’m sure the wall is bruising my back where it digs into the wall. I’m equally sure I don’t care as he fills me, pounds me, and delivers me to a place I haven’t been in the longest time.

A deep pull of desire tugs in the center of my belly. It pulses again, then another time.