A kiss that would make her wet.

She angled her body closer, her breasts pressed against his chest, and soon her hands had found their way to his hair. Their tongues tangled in a hot duet. The temperature rose, the volume shot way up, and they were practically clawing their way through the kiss, desperate for more. Teeth, lips, mouth, tongue, all furious and fevered heat as her hands gripped his hair.

He needed to have her. Had to take her. She was hot as sin, smelled like lust, and radiated sexuality. Without her even saying it directly, he knew she was a woman who had no reservations about self-love. She’d pretty much admitted she had a bit of a porn habit, and he could see her alone in her bed, eyes fixed on filthy images online, spread out on a white comforter with her legs spread and her fingers wrapped around a red vibrator, thrusting in and out, bringing herself there.

Tonight, she didn’t need to go it solo.

He broke the kiss, and traveled to her ear, whispering hotly, “If you were to go home right now, would you touch yourself?”

“Obviously.”

“Why is it obvious?”

“Because I’m turned on as fuck, and it would be a fantastic orgasm.”

“Would you think of me as you played with yourself?” he asked, then licked the shell of her ear. She shivered against him.

“You’re giving me pretty good fodder, so I’d have to say that’d be a yes.”

“What would you imagine?” he asked, so fucking eager to know what she wanted. He shifted back, looking at her gorgeous face, her brown eyes hazy with lust. He was curious if she’d say hands, lips, tongue, or cock. Dying to know what she wanted next if she were to have her way.

She shot him a stare, her eyes hooking into his. Something dark and naughty passed over her gaze.

“I would fantasize about you finishing what you just started.”

His breath caught in his chest, and his heart stopped for a moment. The air around them was heavy, expectant, and suddenly it felt as if all the sound in the room had both stopped and been sharpened. Everything collided into this—the heavy pulsing sound of the music, the clink of glasses, the splash of liquor being poured, and then this—her breath, her chest rising and falling, and the heated look in her eyes that spelled unabashed lust.

He was going to fuck her good tonight.

One Night With Her - Chapter Four

Stop, Don’t Stop

Her reflection in the brass doors of the elevator would give her away. Her cheeks were rosy, her hair was slipping from its clip, and the collar of her blouse already needed readjusting. It was a look she hadn’t worn in years, but it was one she found she liked on herself. The look of a woman about to have hot, dirty sex with a man she barely knew. Michelle Milo was getting some action tonight, and it wasn’t the battery-operated kind.