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When the elevator door opens, we step straight into the penthouse.

"What no front door?" I ask a little alarmed.

"The elevator is the front door."

Mind. Blown.

His place is beyond amazing. Simple and modern. The neutral tones, grays, beiges, tans, and hints of brown give off an air of luxury. While all the vases and accents give it edge. The art alone is to die for.

"Please don't tell me that's a Basquiat?"

"Yep. That's an original. It took a while to track that one down."

"That's so dope! I love Basquiat!" I stand there for a while, admiring the audacity of the painting. "Your taste in art!"

Phoenix stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You like that, huh?" He kisses my neck.

"Really? Get a room!" Penelope yells from the peanut gallery.

"Well there's plenty of those here! Why don't you go and find one?" I shoot back.

Phoenix laughs. "OK. Relax, get comfortable. We've been traveling all day. Pick a room you like," he points to the right side of the condo, "put your stuff away. We can figure out what to do next once we all get settled."

"Alright!" Mia exclaims.

Penelope and Mia link arms as they begin exploring, leaving Riz and JC with their luggage. Carrying all the bags, the guys follow closely behind, looking amused.

Now that we're finally alone, I hand him my test results. He goes through his luggage and passes me his.

Scanning his paperwork, I like what I see. He's clean. Not that I thought he'd be otherwise. A girl can never be too safe.

"Looks like we're both good to go and I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry about that. I like these odds, Mr. Prescott."

He flashes a naughty grin, after reviewing my test results. "Me too, Ms. Davenport."

We exchange papers, returning them to the original owners and tuck them away in our respective bags.

"This is our room." Phoenix points to the left side of the condo. We walk towards the master bedroom, passing the gray and white marble kitchen island.

"Our room?" I look him up and down.

"I know you like to share." He goes to a wireless sound system and turns the radio on.

James Bay fills the space, singing about pink lemonade and love to high energy rock music and heavy guitar riffs.

"You said it yourself, you're a giver, remember?

" His smile tells me naughty ideas are springing up behind those gorgeous, dark eyes. He attempts to change the station.

"No! Leave it! I like this song."

My heart skips, almost to the beat of the song.

"Hmm, not in all circumstances. I think I'll have this one all to myself.

" I drop my things and run and jump onto the California king bed, like a snow angel.

When I look up from the bed out the all-glass balcony, I can't believe it.

"This view is life. Literally, you can watch the sunrise from bed?

How rich is that?" I get up and walk to the patio doors and slide them open.

"The ocean is so soothing. You get to have this at whim?

What I wouldn't give!" I walk out onto the private balcony.

Leaning over the balcony glass railing, I inhale the deliciously salty ocean air.

"So, this balcony is separate from the other wrap-around one? " I ask.

He nods.

"Total privacy. I've arrived!" I yell over the balcony to the beach. A few people from the beach glance up.

"Me too," Phoenix whispers into my ear while standing right behind me.

I feel his hardness grow even harder, beneath his shorts.

He presses himself deeper into my back side.

My grip tightens on the rail as his hands travel along my waist. Suddenly I feel drunk.

Intoxicated. I feel compelled to stand there and see what happens next.

I'm daring fate to cross the line. His breath caresses my neck, sending chills racing down my spine.

"I know you miss me. Miss me being inside. I miss you. I need you, Ari." He bumps against my behind.

I purposely press my butt out. He responds by bumping me harder.

It's like there's a magnet between us, pulling us closer together. I want to fight it, but I can't. He's right, my body misses his body. It misses him being inside me. I peer over the edge, down to the beach as I focus on his voice.

"I can't get enough of you. Every time I get satisfied, the hunger comes back, stronger." He leans his face into my hair and takes in a deep breath. "Everything about you gets me hard. You're all I think about."

I don't dare say a word. I can barely think as I take it all in. Breathing in and out my mouth, my cheeks begin to burn. My whole body heats up.

He reaches up, past the hem of my dress, gliding his hand up my thigh.

He grabs my panties and begins to pull them down.

I stand stoic, saying nothing. I just let it happen.

He pulls my panties down to my thighs and leaves them there.

Right above the knee. I stand there with my legs shoulder-width apart, my pink, satiny panties hovering on my thighs.

Phoenix reaches forward between my legs and palms me.

He begins pleasuring me with his finger.

Slowly at first. Playing with my wetness, he dips his finger inside, then returns to making circles around my clit at a feverish pace.

I feel myself getting wetter with each touch.

My back arches as a cool breeze blows by.

Immediately he lifts the back of my dress over my butt, and enters me, unleashing his desire on me.

His broad hands grip my waist, holding me down, holding me in place, bracing me for each and every gratifying thrust. Each time he pulls back, I ache, wanting him more.

As I'm about to climax, he suddenly pulls completely out.

Stunned, I try looking behind me to see what happened.

"Turn around." Out of breath, he smacks me hard on my behind, once on each cheek. "I control when you come."

I realize how true his words are. My ass burns from him smacking me, but I don't dare say a word.

I let it burn, searing his handprint into my bottom.

As I wait for what's next, he steps back, but I can still feel him near.

The warmth of his thighs warms my bottom.

When he lets go of my hips, I hear a frantic, sticky sound behind me.

What is he doing?

I've heard that sound before. A wet, slippery sound. Of skin on skin contact.

Is he?

He's withholding from me and pleasuring himself.

I don't dare turn around but it's arousing as hell.

The thought of him using me, causes me to throb and pulsate, getting wetter by the second.

The thought that I could have something he wants, something he's staring at right now drives me wild.

The thought that this feels good to him, while he makes me wait, sends my sex hormones into overdrive. Honey drips, rolling down my thighs.

After he's done pleasuring himself, he spanks me lightly with his thickness. "That pretty pussy ready to get fucked?" His dick feels harder and bigger than before.

So that's why he was doing it.

I know I'm in for it, now. "Yes," I whimper.

"Say it. Louder."

"My pretty pussy is ready to get fucked." I can only hope the ocean swallows the sound. I'd hate for the people down at the beach to look up or maybe I wouldn't.

I feel a slight stinging sensation as he smacks my behind, harder this time, with his erection.

Without warning he slides right in, filling me up to the brink.

The impact is delicious as he hits the back of my walls.

His tight abs brush against my backside.

His chest to my back. His hips aligned with mine.

His legs standing between my spread legs, cocking them open.

His feet between my feet. My panties are still pulled down to my thighs.

They give me the sensation of being tied to the balcony. Out there, exposed, for all to see.

"You're mine."

Between deep breaths, I can barely speak. "Yes."

"That's mine?" He dares me.

"It's yours."

"That's right." He pounds harder.

Oh God! He's fucking me outside in the open. I can't believe I'm going along with this.

It's because you like it.

How is that possible? Is it bad that it feels so good?

Go ahead. Let go.

The palms of his hands warm my breasts as he plunges them down my dress.

He exposes my breasts to the outside air, causing my back to arch in response.

His hands return to my waist, holding me down as he pummels my bottom.

My nipples shrink as a cool ocean breeze blows past and all the while, Phoenix continues invading my space in the naughtiest of ways.

Until I can no longer withstand it. Until I can't hold back any longer.

Until I must give in. A tension-releasing explosion follows.

My body is overcome with convulsions as aftershocks rock me to the core.

Wetness pools in my center, inciting a powerful reaction from him.

Phoenix breaks into a wild sprint. He's going faster and faster. Harder and harder. I tug at my panties, which are still hovering on my thighs. I know it'll leave a mark, but I don't care. It feels good to be naughty.

"Oh. Fuck!" He teeters over the edge. "I'm coming." He releases his own explosion.

That is so hot.

He leans on top of me, out of breath. "You're bad." He laughs as he pulls out.

"As long as it's this much fun, I'll play the bad girl." I bat my eyelashes at him.

Phoenix snickers at my response. "Smartass." He pulls up his pants, stumbles past the balcony doors and disappears inside.

Laughing with him, I let my dress fall and lean back against the all-glass railing.

After a few moments, he returns with a warm, wet towel. He gently lifts my dress, wipes me clean and pulls up my panties.

"That was unexpected." I smile lovingly.

Taking the towel inside, he returns and plops down on the red, cushiony sectional. "Must. Eat. Food," he says in his best caveman voice.

"Let me fix you something to eat."

"No need. Let's just order from the on-site chef."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really? A private chef? I can't compete with that."

Phoenix playfully pats the cushion next to him, inviting me to join him.

I walk over and sink into the plushness. He cradles me in his strong arms.

"So, what's on for tonight?"

"Whatever you want." He leans in, planting a tender kiss on my lips.

Again. I feel it heat up in my lower region. Is there such a thing as too much sex?

"Tell you what. Let's stay in tonight. The real fun doesn't start till tomorrow anyway." Phoenix traces an imaginary line from the sensual part of my ear down to my breast.

"I'm cool with that." Trying to contain my excitement, I cover my lips. "Maybe there are other things we can do?" A girlish giggle escapes my mouth.

"I'm sure there are plenty of other things we can do. I can think of one, right now as we wait for our food."

"But first, we have to order the food."

We get up and go inside. Phoenix finds a menu in the living room on the wooden work of art he claims is a coffee table. We have a seat on his mushroom-colored leather sectional and peruse our options.

Just then, Mia runs from the other side of the penthouse. "There you are! Have you seen this place?" her voice is super high. She's thrilled.

"I haven't had the chance." I laugh knowingly, leaning back into Phoenix.

He smiles. "I haven't given her the tour yet."

"Girl, just wait till you see it."

Riz catches up to Mia. "Gotcha!" He wraps his arms around her waist. Their body language is very telling.

"I say we stay in tonight." Riz gives Phoenix a look.

If I'm reading him correctly, that look is man-speak for, there's some "business" I need to attend to and, I know who that is. I better warn my little sis.

Mia looks squarely at me. "A place like this deserves to get lived in a little, right Aria?" Mia's tone alludes to a double meaning. She gives me a look I know all too well. Like she's privy to something I'm trying to keep secret.

She can totally tell what's up. You have that just sexed hair.

My cheeks burn.

But does she know what's in store for her? It's so obvious Riz is planning to tap that.

"I'm sure you'll break it in properly, Mia." My poker face is stoic.

Mia snickers and sucks her teeth. "Maybe I will . . . ."

"So, what's up with Penelope and your boy JC? Where are they?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Last time we saw them, JC was teaching your girl Penelope how to play pool."

"We're about to order food. We should see what they want to do. I'll call." Phoenix walks out to the master balcony to grab his phone.

He comes back inside. "It's a go. We stay in tonight, play, have a little fun. Go out tomorrow and it's on!"

A buzzer goes off and Phoenix walks to the intercom. He's talking to someone. He turns around with a sneaky smile on his face. "I forgot to tell you, Nixon was flying in later."

"The weekend is about to be lit!"

"Ah! My boy's here!"

"And who is Nixon?"

I lean over and whisper to Mia, "He's the fourth musketeer. They get a little reckless when they're all together. Brace for it."

"Oh."

"And Mia, you know Riz is trying to hit that?" I whisper while the guys are all riled up.

She's all smiles. "Ari, I can handle myself. Can you?"

"Alrighty then!"

The elevator bell dings and we all watch the double doors open with anticipation.

There's Nixon, dressed in linen, like a true Miamian with his luggage.

Standing beside him is a woman I've never seen before.

By the looks of it, she must be his wife.

Her dark brown hair falls a little past her shoulders.

Golden brown skin, nice smile. I'd say she's a little older, in her late thirties.

Judging by the way she hugs and laughs with the guys, she seems to know them well.

I hope she can enjoy herself with us girls.

When Phoenix introduces me to her, we smile and politely shake hands but almost immediately, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something tells me she's trouble.