When Ajay arrived at Raj’s brownstone, he got out of the car, well aware that he needed to purge his anger somehow before he could have a civilized discussion and evening.

He knocked, and when the woman who occupied so much of his thoughts opened her door, his anger morphed into bright, hot lust. Light filtered into the foyer and glinted along the edges of her hair. Her mouth was painted petal pink, and her feet were bare.

“Rafael called,” she said in greeting. “I heard you had a day.”

“Where is Khunda?”

“With Kaka. He took my baby for the night so you can have my full attention.”

“Good,” Ajay said. Then leaned down and scooped her up.

Raj looped her arms around his neck and raised a brow in that elegant, beautiful, regal way of hers. “Well, that’s one way to deal with work tension.”

He kicked her door closed behind him and waited for her to lock it before carrying her upstairs. Her short, manicured nails lightly scraped through his hair and across his scalp, igniting his nerve endings.

He entered her bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and laid her down on the bed. “You know what I realized?”

“Nope,” she said as she leaned back on her elbows. “Tell me.”

“That we haven’t gone slow, and I haven’t given you the attention that you deserve.” He removed his coat, his tie, his cufflinks, and then began unbuttoning his shirt.

She reached for the button of her jeans, but he shot her a glare that had her freezing. “That’s for me to do,” he said.

He stood in boxers, enjoying the way her eyes raked over his chest. After giving her another moment to appreciate him, he gripped her by the hips and scooted her farther up on the bed. The way that she spread her hair out and lay there waiting had Ajay instantly hard.

He picked up one foot at time, delighting in the peach nail polish on her toes, and kissed her ankles. “You have so many secret spots. Remember what I said?”

“That my secrets are safe with you,” she said with a sigh.

“That’s right.”

He stroked up her legs and moved so that he was able to kneel at her side and unbutton her waistband. Her breath hitched and he took a moment to kiss the slope of her stomach, nuzzling her there. Then, when he wanted more, he pulled her pants down, touching, licking, nipping, and kissing his way over every exposed inch.

Ajay purposely bypassed her beautiful plump pussy and smiled at Raj’s sound of distress.

“What’s that?”

“Too. Slow.”

“No, I don’t think so. I know my woman prefers fast, hard sex. I know she likes to order me to do things using her dirty words. But sometimes she needs to be worshipped like a goddess, too. It’s only right.”