I don’t have a peephole, something I’ve been bugging my landlord about since I moved in. And while there used to be windows on either side of the door, the glass was replaced with frosted glass bricks several owners ago, allowing light in but no prying eyes. Unfortunately, the privacy means no looking out, either.

“It’s me. Riley.”

I flip the deadbolt, unfasten the chain, and tug open the door.

Then I freeze. I absolutely, freaking freeze.

He’s standing in front of me in tight leather pants that hug every curve, enticingly revealing just how well-endowed the man truly is. I drag my gaze up, and the last bit of moisture in my mouth dries up like the Sahara. He’s wearing a matching black vest, but is shirtless underneath.

Honestly, I’m not sure how he’s finding the time to help me, because he is so incredibly ripped that he must live at a gym. Not only does he have the most perfect six-pack I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, but there are two enticing cuts of muscle at his hips angling down like twin arrows beneath his pants, as if pointing the way to heaven.

Beads of sweat form at the back of my neck, and I’m thinking that my decision to wear only a tiny thong under my own leather was a mistake. Because, Oh. My. God.

I force my gaze the rest of the way up until my eyes reach his, and I see amusement dancing in the specks of gold.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, the deep tones of his voice doing a number on my insides. “Are you ready?”

Chapter Five

Riley considered it a miracle that he didn’t blow his wad right then.

Over the years, he’d seen Natasha Black in everything from a bikini at a community picnic to a sequined gown at a charity ball. But this…

Christ almighty, his cock was as hard as steel and his balls were so tight that he had to call on all his strength not to pull her to him, kiss her senseless, then fuck her hard over the back of the living room couch, which had the advantage of being the nearest piece of furniture he could see.

Had he really asked her if she was ready?

Ready?

He’d lost all perspective as to what that word meant because he’d never been more ready in his life.

He saw her swallow, then look up into his eyes. The heat he saw reflected there shot straight to his already painfully hard cock, but it was the fear and uncertainty that made him step cautiously over the threshold.

“Natasha?” he pressed, realizing she hadn’t answered his question. “Are you okay?”