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GIA

As soon as the elevator doors close, he’s on me, spinning me to face the mirrors. Then he kicks my legs apart and pushes me forward, giving me no choice but to slam my hands onto the mirrored walls to stop me from falling.

The moment he stepped into the bar, I wanted to have sex with him. Handsome, sharp features make him look like a model who just walked off a runway. His dark hair has a kink to it, and I imagine it’s normally slicked back to perfection, but given the hostility radiating from him and the way his chest heaved, I knew he’d been pushing his hand through his hair, no doubt in agitation. Something I see happen a lot in my line of work.

I’ve been trained to read body language to enable me to do my job better, and his body language screamed pissed off. Glancing around the room, I noticed all the women eyeing him, and I knew if I wanted him tonight, I’d have to make a move, and fast. The women were like vultures, no doubt hanging around in the hopes of snagging a professional man, uncaring if he’s married or not.

“Are you single?” I pant out as self-loathing hits me in the chest at not asking before now.

“Of course,” he responds with confidence, and I relax. “I don’t do relationships.” If I were anyone else, that would be a red flag, but what he’s offering is precisely what I’m looking for.

“Me too,” I moan as his hard cock presses against my ass, his firm hands finding my hips.

“Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he whispers, and presses kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to accommodate him better. “Is there anything you won’t let me do to you?” he groans out, as if it pains him to ask. “Do you have any limits?”

His question shocks me speechless. Is there anything I don’t want him to do?

It’s been so long, I really don’t know.

He nips at my neck, then follows it up with a flick of his tongue. “Answer me.” His voice is deeper this time, dark and full of a commanding tone I find myself loving.

“N-n-n-no.”

“Mmm,” he muses, and licks a trail up my neck as he pushes his clothed cock into me again. “I want to devour you.” One hand leaves my hip and holds my jaw in place. The dominance behind the action has my pussy clenching with need. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Letting me destroy your little pussy while I play with you.”

My gaze meets his in the mirror, and his green eyes are filled with smoldering lust, pupils blown wide, and the determination in them bores into me, making my breath hitch from the force of his stare.

God, I want him, maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, which is crazy.

This is a one-night stand, , nothing more.

When his thumb grazes my bottom lip, my tongue flicks out, and I suck the tip into my mouth while our eyes remain locked.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and his body becomes rigid as he presses down on my tongue while it continues to thrash against his digit punishingly. I delight in the way his body reacts to mine, almost like he’s intoxicated with me, and the thought has wetness seeping between my legs.

I haven’t felt like this in a long time, if ever. Maybe that’s why the anticipation feels so heightened?

The elevator doors ping, and he detaches himself. My body sags with his loss, and he spins on his heel, clears his throat, and holds his hand out for me as if we both weren’t just lost in a sexual haze.

My cheeks flush with need as I slowly turn toward him, slipping my hand into his large one. His fingers tighten to entwine us, and I will him to never to let go.