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  My stomach growls and he chuckles.

  “And what do you think? Maybe we order something to eat?”

  “Ha ha.”

  He’s still chuckling as he closes the bathroom door, bathing me in darkness.

  I stretch and I already feel a small ache between my legs. My pussy is still tingling and spasming.

  I was right. One night with him is going to be more than I bargained for

  3

  She freaked. Granted, it came out sounding like something I didn’t mean it to, but damn. She needs this night more than she knows. She needs to stop hesitating and just let loose. I can see it. I can feel it. The surprise from how hard she comes and how quickly.

  I’m going to give her that again.

  But first, we order food and then eat.

  “These fries are so good,” Raven says as she shoves two more into her mouth.

  “You keep saying that about everything we ordered.”

  “Because it’s true!”

  She takes a drink of her chocolate malt and moans in delight.

  I laugh and shake my head.

  “What?” she asks.

  “Nothing really.” She gives me a look. “I just love that you’re not afraid to eat.”

  She lets out a little laugh. “Trust me, I work for the ability to eat like this. Pilates, weight training, running… if I didn’t I’d be a tank.”

  I nod. “Same. But I like working out. When I walk out of the gym or wherever, I feel like I did something really amazing for myself and my body. Staying fit isn’t something a lot of people care about anymore, but it just makes me feel better overall.”

  She takes another drink of her malt. “Not just physically but mentally too. I can be in a bad mood from work or even… well, just life. Then I go work out and by the time I’m finished, I’m less stressed and bitchy.”

  I nod then lean across her, my mouth hovering just over hers, and I lick a bit of chocolate from beneath her bottom lip. Her breath catches and I meet her gaze.

  “You had a little something right there.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Her expression changed from one of relaxation and fun to smoldering and wanting.

  I move the tray and set it on the floor.

  “We can finish that later.”

  I kiss her lips. They’re cool and chocolaty from her malt. She tastes delicious and not just from the ice cream.

  I slip the robe from her shoulders, the one she felt compelled to put on after our shower. I’d have preferred if she remained naked as I did, but she felt too exposed. That’s something else maybe I can help her with tonight.

  I kiss my way down her jaw to her neck. Her head falls back, the long mane of golden hair falling down her back. I gently nip at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet and she gasps aloud. I love that sound. I continue on my path over to her shoulder, down her arm, then across her chest, just above her tits. She has a killer rack—all firm and a perfect handful. I pull one of those rosy nipples between my lips and suckle her gently. Her hands move to my head, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping me tight and ever-so-gently pulling me closer… wanting more.

  Not just yet. This time there is no rush. I want to explore all of her.

  I cup the other breast in my hand and knead it gently then rub my thumb across the tip. She whispers my name… no. Not my name. The name I gave her. Either way, it sounds like heaven falling from her lips.

  I kiss my way down her abdomen, press a lingering one to her hips, then continue the downward trek. Her legs. Long. Toned. Tanned. I want them wrapped around my neck.

  It’s time. I gently push her legs further apart and bend them at the knee, her feet resting on the bed, then lick a trail up her inner thigh. She lets out a greedy sound and I chuckle. She’s losing herself again and there isn’t a more pleasing sound than the one she just made.

  I pause to look at her pussy. She tries to close her legs, but I wedge myself between them so she can’t.

  “Why are you… just looking?” she asks nervously, apprehensively, self-consciously.

  “I want to see how pretty your pussy is, but now I’m going to see how good it tastes.” No warning, I go in to lick her from bottom to top. She jumps slightly when my tongue passes over her clit. She’s already on edge. I wonder how many times I can get her to come.

  I swipe my tongue from top to bottom, bottom to top, not opening her up for more and she lets out a frustrated sound, her hands gripping my head again, guiding me closer. She’s got me so fucking hard right now. I grind my cock into the bed seeking relief but finding none, only more wanting. But my pleasure will wait. This is about her.

  With my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips. She’s already wet and glistening. This time I dip my tongue inside of her, tasting her arousal, groaning at her unique flavor. Spicy, sweet, and creamy.

  More.

  I lick her everywhere—inside, outside, and when I reach her clit, I pull it between my lips to suckle. Her back arches off the bed and she lets out a mewling sound of want and need. I won’t deny her pleasure. I want to overload her with it.

  I slip a finger in her soaked pussy as I lap at her clit, then a second. She cries out, her body beginning to shake. I crook my fingers inside her, hitting the soft spot, the spot that has her begging me for more.

  “Please, oh please,” she begs.

  Swipe after swipe of my tongue, thrust after thrust of my fingers, and before long her pussy clamps down and she calls out my name in pleasure. It’s a husky sound, desperate and a little afraid.

  She starts to come down and I ease off, grab a condom and roll it on my cock, then climb up her body. I grin down at her sated and flushed face.

  “Don’t be so smug,” she chides between heavy breaths.

  I laugh, not caring if she thinks I’m an asshole. Hell yes, I’m smug. That was incredible.

  “You still didn’t scream my name but you’re getting closer,” I tell her, slipping inside of her, then rolling us so she’s on top of me. It’ll be easier to maintain control if I’m not in charge, doing all the things that’ll take me past the brink before she reaches it.

  “Ride me, baby,” I urge.

  Her hair’s wild. Her skin is flushed. She looks like a debauched angel—not at all like a Raven, which is why I refuse to call her that.

  Sitting up on top of me, she starts to move. She rests her hands on my chest, gliding them up and down, flicking my nipples with the tips of her fingers. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.

  “You keep that up and I’ll come way too soon.”

  “There’s no such thing, and from what I’ve seen, you don’t have much of a recovery time,” she breathes against my lips before kissing me.

  This time she coaxes my mouth open, slipping her tongue inside, playing the mating dance with mine. I can feel her wetness dripping down my balls, her heat intensifying as with each thrust she grinds her clit against me harder and harder.

  She moans each time she takes me as deep as she can, and when she starts moving faster, fucking me harder, she sits up and I touch her deep inside.

  “Sweet heaven,” I groan, trying like hell to hold off. The tingling at the base of my spine, the telltale sign that I’m going to come, gets stronger and stronger with each downward shift of her hips.

  More.

  Harder.

  Deeper.

  More.

  Her back arches, her tits bouncing as she moves faster and faster up and down, taking my dick deep inside her. I look down to where we’re joined, her wetness coating my cock, and with one last hard downward motion, she comes undone. Her body shaking and shuddering, her pussy clamping so tightly around my cock I can’t hold off. I hold her hips still and thrust up into her as I start to come and come and come and then she comes again.

  I let out a long, loud groan of pleasure. With each spasm of her pussy, I come just a little more. I’ve never come so much in my life. When her orgasm recedes, she collapses o
n top of me, her head on my chest, her panting breath wafting against my neck, and all I can do is stare at the ceiling, wondering how she turned the tables on me.

  I roll us to the side without a word and make my way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. With the door closed, I splash some cold water over my face. Resting the palms of my hands on the counter, I look at my reflection in the mirror.

  That was certainly something I wasn’t expecting and I’m not sure how to feel about that.

  It’s just one night. One. Night. She reminded you of that, buddy. Remember?

  Yeah. I remember. But, damn. What the fuck just happened in there? I mean, I know what happened, but I don’t.

  It’s just sex. Fucking. That’s all. Just a really good fuck.

  Yeah. But it was different. She turned the tables. I was supposed to be the one who freed her inhibitions and she gave me more than I expected, more than I wanted in return. I can’t let that happen again. I need to remember there’s a line and it can’t be crossed.

  It’s only one night.

  Maybe if I say that to myself enough I’ll start believing it.

  4

  What just happened? We just fucked like animals, had some amazing orgasms, and he turned to ice.

  What did I do wrong?

  Well, I’m not waiting around for the answers. I put my robe back on and pad to the second bathroom to shower.

  I turn on the water and step under the warm spray.

  Screw him. I mean, for real. He’s the one who wanted me on top. He’s the one who’s been in control of this night. If something happened he didn’t like, it’s his own damn fault and he needs to deal with it.

  Maybe I should just leave. Go home and call it a night. That’s probably what’s best.

  I tilt my head back, letting the water flow over me, dousing me in hot liquid, warming the outside when the inside is now so cold.

  He doesn’t matter anyway. He’s just one night. One time. That’s all tonight is. Just one night, one time. An experiment of sorts.

  I wash and condition my hair, soap off as much of the makeup as I can. Truth is, I put extra effort into tonight. I not only wanted to look pretty, but I wanted to feel pretty. Add a touch of sexy, and I felt like the woman I wanted to be every day but wasn’t.

  Mitch kept telling me to let myself go. That’s never been easy for me. Ever. I have always held a part of myself back from everyone and everything and reserved it for just me. But after feeling everything I’ve felt tonight, have I been holding the right part back? There are other pieces I could reserve for just myself and, as scary as it may be, I could give up the vulnerability that seemed to go along with pleasure. When I released that tonight, it brought me to places I’ve dreamed of. New heights of pleasure I’d love to experience on a regular basis.

  Sure, Mitch had a hand in that, but I’m the one who didn’t hold anything back. And why not? After tonight, I’ll never see Mitch again.

  With the way he’s being right now, I’m considering leaving now and not having to see him anymore. Period. I just don’t understand that guy, not that I want to get all deep and emotional with him, but what was his deal anyway? I only did what he wanted.

  I turn the water off and slip my arm out the door to grab my towel. I close the shower door again and dry off. It’s an odd habit, but one I’ve had from child on. Probably because my mom got angry if I got the bathroom throw rugs wet at all—even a drop or two. She always knew and I always had to listen to her tell me how I should be more careful. When I was ten, I considered letting the bathtub overflow and flooding the floor, but I knew the little act of vengeance wouldn’t be worth my mom’s wrath.

  I let out a sigh as I begin towel drying my hair, blotting it—not rubbing. No way. No rubbing your hair or it will result in tangles and damage. So many things I can’t do my way because it’s deemed wrong. What if it’s right to me?

  I wrap the towel around my body, tucking a knot just above my breasts, then step out of the shower. I let out a squeal of surprise when I see Mitch standing there in nothing but his boxers, the bathroom steam floating all around as he leans back against the counter, feet crossed at his ankles and his arms crossed over his chest.

  I ignore him and reach for a comb and begin working it through my hair. He merely watches from beside me and I want to slap that blank look off his face. What has gotten into me? Why do I even care that he’s closed off? It’s just one night.

  I sigh inwardly. I care because the night isn’t over. It’s only three in the morning. I have another three hours before I planned on leaving. Oh well. I had amazing sex, more than a handful of orgasms, and all of it with a drop dead gorgeous man—even if his personality leaves something to be desired.

  He’s in my way. My hair is combed and I turn to leave. He doesn’t move.

  I lift a brow. He stares.

  I narrow my eyes at him. He stares.

  I roll my eyes. He stares.

  I huff and brush past him, chest to chest, well, my chest, his folded arms. He follows.

  I walk to the door and pick up my dress. He pauses to watch.

  I huff again and stomp to the bedroom. He follows again.

  Idiot man, I think, as I lay the dress over a chair in the corner. Where is my underwear anyway? He’s staring again.

  He says nothing. Has he been rendered mute? The jerk.

  I go to the other side of the bed in search of my bra and panties. I sigh when I don’t find them.

  He stands there, leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed again, staring.

  I cut him a look.

  His brows lift and I lift mine in return.

  “You’re leaving?” he rasps out.

  “I think that’s for the best.”

  “I disagree.”

  Is he serious right now? With this attitude why would I want to stay? Two-word sentences. I roll my eyes again.

  “What’s the problem?”

  Oh! Three words now. “You.”

  “Me.”

  “Yes, you. You and whatever stick got shoved up your ass that turned you into a dick,” I snark. I spy my panties on the floor at the foot of the bed and pick them up. Inside, I’m doing a victory dance.

  “What’d I do?”

  I turn to him. “This Jekyll and Hyde thing you’ve got going on might work just fine for others, but it doesn’t for me. If I want to deal with an asshole male, all I need to do is talk to my boss.”

  He looks down at the floor for a few seconds then lifts his gaze to meet mine.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Whoa. I wasn’t expecting that.

  “It’s just… something happened and it threw me for a loop is all.”

  “Oh, that’s all? What exactly could have possibly thrown you for a loop while we were fucking? I mean, seriously. Was it that bad?” I bite out, holding none of my temper back. It feels so good to let that loose too.

  He pads across the room to stand in front of me. I look up into his impossibly blue eyes. Oh, those eyes.

  “No, baby, it was that good.”

  Now it’s my turn to be rendered stupid. “Huh? What’s wrong with it being good? Isn’t it supposed to be?”

  He doesn’t smirk as I expect, just reaches out and pushes my hair behind my ear. “You turned the tables on me, only I didn’t realize I’d been holding back.”

  “Um… okay.” I’m not sure what that means but it sounds like the sex blew his mind. Mental cartwheels, back flips.

  “It just caught me off guard and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Obviously, I didn’t handle it very well at all,” he admits, and I lift a brow.

  “Ya think?”

  He shrugs. “Again, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect to learn about myself tonight. I thought I knew everything there was to know.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” I ask, trying to figure him out.

  “I didn’t know I’d been holding a piece of myself back. I thought I knew myself better than that.�
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  I nod. “Now that, I can understand.”

  He sits at the end of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. “I know this isn’t what tonight was supposed to be about.”

  “Nope, it wasn’t, but shit happens when you least expect it to. How about we order a pizza then have one last crazy sex session before I have to leave?” I propose.

  He smirks. “You’re on.”

  “What’s going on down here?” I question slyly, lifting the sheet off of Mitch’s lap. He doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect him to. He just raises his eyebrows, challenging me, daring me.

  I stand up and pad to the end of the bed then let the robe drop to the floor. His already hardening cock begins to harden further. I lift the sheet and crawl my way up his body, my hands skimming over his muscular legs, up his thighs, over his hips, then his abdomen, before my mouth hovers over his now fully erect dick. Knowing I can do that to him gives me the confidence I need to keep going. This is another part of that vulnerability—the one I kept to myself. Only it’s time to let it all go and set it free—set myself free.

  I kiss his hip then wrap my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. He lets out a soft groan of pleasure and I smirk. There’s already precum leaking from the tip. That’s so damn hot. I swirl it around with my thumb, then lean in to lick it, to wrap my lips around the swollen head and suck—but only a little. I need to test the waters to see what he likes.

  “Oh yeah, keep doing that,” he encourages when I swirl my tongue around him. So I do it again and again before taking him deeper into my mouth.

  “Holy shit,” he groans. I suck a little harder, moving up and down his silky shaft languorously, enjoying the way his thighs tense when the tip of him hits the back of my throat.

  “You’re just full of surprises,” he says, then involuntarily lifts himself up, trying to get deeper into my mouth.

  I lift the sheet and give him an admonishing look. “Uh-uh,” I scold. “None of that. You just lie back and enjoy.”