In an instant I have his pants down. I’m pressed between him and the wall and I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips, allowing him to lower me onto him. I feel him thrusting with unhindered force inside my walls, making me cry out his name again and again as the orgasm finally overtakes me. I claw at his skin, bite down on his shoulder. And when he pulls me away from the wall and lowers me to the floor I don’t protest. Instead I run my fingers against his polished floor as he continues to ride me.

Then, with one swift motion he turns and I’m on top. I sit up, never breaking our connection. His hands go to my hips and he slides me forward and back, making sure that he hits the spot that he knows drives me wild. I throw my head back and pull at my own hair. It seems impossible that my body can handle such an intense ecstasy. Surely I’ll shatter or break.

He moves his hands up just a little higher so now I can feel his palms on the small of my back as he gently pulls me down to him. I put my hands on either side of his head and curl my feet around the insides of his knees as I take control, moving my hips, rubbing my clit against him as I press my breasts into his chest.

We’re so thoroughly connected you would think we were one.

Grinding slowly I push him farther and farther inside me until control becomes difficult for both of us.

His grip moves to my thighs, encouraging me, increasing my pace. He’s the only thing I can focus on. The room itself is a blur, controlled chaos.

Tonight I let a stranger see me. It felt wild and crazy and dangerous . . .

. . . and I never lost control.

I look down at Lander and see the intensity of his gaze, which I can feel as surely as I can feel him inside me. The penthouse is silent except for our rough and uneven breathing.

I start moving even faster and his hips move with mine before he abruptly flips me over again. Now he’s on top, and each thrust is so powerful that the explosion can no longer be contained.

But it’s a sweet explosion. I shake with pleasure as Lander releases himself inside me, filling me, throbbing inside me, making the moment complete.

It’s decadent.

It’s devious.

It’s fantastic.

It’s us.

chapter thirty-three

Hours have passed and now we lie in his bed, him sleeping by my side. But me? I couldn’t be more awake. I should be looking through his things right now, but I don’t want to.

I want to talk.