No Apologies

She glanced down and the sequins on her Jimmy Choos winked up at her. God, she loved these shoes. She’d bought them for Gabe—he loved the way she looked naked except for a pair of stilettos. He loved even more the way she wrapped her legs around him and dug the heels into his ass. Just enough to pinch—a little pain to sharpen the pleasure. Her favorite kind.

Plus, he towered over her very respectable five-foot- seven-inch frame—the heels made it just a little easier for him to fuck her in unusual places. Like restaurant bathrooms, she smirked to herself.

Suddenly the door crashed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang she refused to react to. Instead, she let her slightly mocking gaze meet Gabe’s infuriated one in the bathroom mirror.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” Gabe demanded. He was enraged—she glanced downward—and hard enough to pound nails through concrete. Certainly hard enough to pound on her for a while. She grinned despite the menace fairly dripping off him, fighting the urge to lick her lips in anticipation,

“Hey, lover. What happened to your clients?” She kept her voice low and sassy, just the way he liked it best.

“Discussing my proposal.” His eyes narrowed dangerously as he studied her. “I decided to give them a few minutes alone.”

She nodded sagely, her reflection mocking him. “Smart move.”

“Now answer my question,” he all but snarled, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him.

Annalise shrugged, giving him a look brimming with mischievous innocence. “No game. Just a simple pasta dinner.” And an overwhelming need to see him, not that she’d ever admit it.

It absolutely killed her that she’d wanted to see him so badly that she’d crashed his business dinner to do it. When had he stopped being just a guy she liked to screw and become a guy she couldn’t get through a week without?

“Bullshit,” he sneered as he slammed her back against the mirror. She could feel his cock—long and thick and hard—pressed against her mons and she fought the urge to spread her legs and ride him. It wasn’t time yet. “You’ve been playing with fire since the moment you walked in.”

She shrugged. “Well, I do like the burn.”

With a sound that was part angry and part turned-on, he leaned into her until every inch of him was touching her from shoulder to thigh. He spread her legs with one careless push of her knee and settled between her thighs. Where she’d wanted him all along.

And then his mouth found hers. Hot, hard, shockingly possessive. Reckless where he was normally careful. Violent where he was normally tender. But tenderness wasn’t what she wanted or needed tonight. Right now, she needed to feel the burn.

Wrapping her arms around Gabe’s neck, she pulled him closer even as she lifted herself toward him. The mirror was cold against her partially-bare back, but Gabe was scorching hot—the combination of two such different sensations excited her to a fever pitch before they’d even started.

Opening her mouth under his onslaught, she let him devour her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Let him feed on her as if he would never get enough. She wanted to surrender everything she had to that mouth, everything she was.

He pressed deeper and deeper, demanded more and more. Her head whirled, her knees trembled—and Annalise realized suddenly, as his tongue raided every corner of her mouth, that it would never be enough. This would never be enough. She would die wanting this man inside of her. The realization was as unexpected as it was devastating.

“Don’t do it again,” he growled, his hands cupping her breasts while he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Hard.

She wanted to whimper but pride wouldn’t allow it. Even so, she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from crying out when he began to move, his hot cock thrusting between her legs.

“Do what?” Her voice was shakier than she liked.

His fingers tightened on her nipple, bringing her to the very edge of madness. “Play me against another guy like that.”

She arched her back, pressing her nipple more firmly into his hand. “Is that what I was doing?” She sounded breathless but was too far gone to care.

“You knew exactly what you were doing.” His fingers tightened punishingly, giving her the pleasure-pain she so desperately craved. And then she was melting, burning, so wet and creamy she didn’t know how long she’d last.

Letting her head fall back, Annalise took as much of the insidious pleasure as she could handle without coming. Then she pushed him away, using every ounce of strength she possessed to get the job done. Gabe was a brick wall, hard and heavily muscled, but he let her shove him back.

He stood there, chest heaving, cock twitching, eyes blazing with a fury and lust that were intertwined and suddenly she knew. The game wasn’t over. It would never be over.

She took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe she was caught by these riotous emotions, this incredible, overwhelming lust for him that dominated every moment of her every day. But two could play by the rules Gabe was so brutally establishing.

Reaching down, she pressed a hand firmly against Gabe’s beautifully aroused cock. He thrust himself into her fingers over and over again, and she grinned. Oh, yeah—he needed this as much as she did. Maybe more. She continued stroking him through the fine silk of his trousers. She loved how big he was, how long and thick and desperate he was for her. Before she was done, he would be begging to be inside of her.

Turning, he pulled her into his arms as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Let’s go find the car,” he murmured.

“The car?” she asked, pretending ignorance as she reached between his legs and cupped his balls in her hands, her fingers slowly massaging him. She knew her eyes were almost as glazed as his, but she couldn’t help it. Having this big, strong man at her mercy was the biggest turn-on she’d ever had.

“I’ve got to be inside you, Annalise. Soon.”

She licked her lips even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Here. Now.”

“Right now?” His cock jumped against her stomach, growing harder and thicker—though she would never have imagined it possible.

She could tell he wanted to protest, to tell her all the reasons why sex in this bathroom with a restaurant full of people outside was a very bad idea. But her words had put a picture in his brain—just as she had intended—and his unruly cock was more than willing to accommodate her. Thank God.

She kept her triumph to herself as she nodded and pulled him back against her. “Right now.” She opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She gasped when his cock sprang free of the confining clothes—he was always ready to go, but tonight he seemed larger than usual.

Annalise grinned as she dropped to her knees. Her own personal plaything—huge and hot and dying to be inside any part of her body it could reach. She shivered as her own arousal quickly spiraled out of control. What else could a girl ask for?

Leaning forward, she delivered one long, leisurely lick—from the base of his cock to the very tip. He shuddered and stiffened against her, his hands suddenly fisting in her hair. Curling her tongue in, she used the underside to stroke him on the torturously slow return journey.

“Annalise.” His voice was hoarse, strangled, the hands in her hair tightening almost to the point of pain. But she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. She wanted him to come, to flood every part of her until she no longer felt so alone.

Before he could protest, she took him in her mouth. He was so huge that she struggled for a moment until, with a sigh, she let her throat relax and his cock slid deep—all the way to the base.

“Fuck, Annalise.” The words were whispered, urgent, and sent a shot of pure molten heat directly through her cunt. She was already wet, her thighs slippery with desire, and her muscles were clenching rhythmically—desperate for Gabe’s cock to slide inside and put out the fire that was rapidly burning out of control.

His hands in her hair tightened even more and the almost pleasurable sting turned her on as nothing ever had. Or maybe it was the situation—fury mixed with passion. One hell of a potent aphrodisiac.