She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, trying and failing to hold back her grin. It was hard not to gloat when she knew she was going to get her way. She let out a squeak when he reached down and scooped her into his arms. He set her on the counter and dove straight for that spot between her jaw and collarbone.

“How does that ankle feel?” he asked as he trailed his tongue along her neck.

“Forget the ankle. Worry about this.”

She grabbed his hand and moved it between her legs. He released a desperate moan as he cupped her and pressed upward, the heel of his palm grinding against her.

Taylor braced her hands behind her and dropped her head back, all her thoughts focused on the hand between her legs. He slipped it inside the waistband of her running pants and brushed his thick forefinger against her clit.

She gasped, pressing forward, needing way more than just his finger there.

“Tell me you have some condoms in here somewhere?”

“In my wallet.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the wallet. While he fished inside for the condom, she helped him with his jeans, unbuckling them and jerking the zipper down. The imprint of his dick pressed against his dark blue boxer briefs.

Mercy.

She tugged at his jeans, but he moved her hands out of the way and pulled both the jeans and boxers down his hips.

Taylor took a moment to appreciate the sheer fucking beauty of his erection.

“Stop staring,” he said as he rolled on the condom. Once he secured it in place, he pulled her to the edge of the counter and spread her thighs wide enough to wedge his hips between them.

“Remember,” he said. “Your idea.”

“I take full responsibility,” she said. Then she sucked in a slow breath as he eased inside of her. Instinctively, her thighs spread wider, making more room for him as he began to move with measured strokes. Taylor closed her eyes and concentrated on the luscious feel of him, the delicious friction causing all manner of sensations to flutter through her.

Reminders of past mistakes she’d made—of that time she’d been intimate with a client—tried to creep into her psyche, but she batted them away. This was different. Jamar was different. It was an insult to compare him to anyone from her past.

He shoved her T-shirt and bra up over her breasts and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to drive into her with deep, unrelenting thrusts. The strength and heat of him, the overwhelming power of his body; it was too much.