Blake tossed his jacket that was still on the bed and slid in front of her, lacing his hand into her hair and forcing her to look at him. “What are you hiding from?” he asked, and he wasn’t just talking about sex. “Me or something else?”

Her eyes went wide, sparking with emotion. “Nothing. I’m not hiding from anything.” She slid close to him, pressing her soft, perfect body against his. “What are you hiding from? And why aren’t you inside me already?”

The challenge ripped through him with the intended effect. He was instantly hotter and harder and that was a pretty sizable order considering how hot and hard he’d already been. Blake’s mouth closed down over hers, and this time, he did devour her. This time, he took all she had to give, and give she did. She met each stroke of his tongue with fervor, drinking him, taking when he thought he’d be the one doing the taking.

She shoved him to his back and climbed on top of him. “I can’t save you when you have your clothes on.” She reached for his jeans and stroked the thick ridge of his erection. “And you really feel like you want to be saved.”

He would have laughed at her using his line on him, but she distracted him by sliding down his zipper, her br**sts eye-candy as she did. She tugged at his jeans and he gladly helped her walk them and his boxers down his legs.

“Your condom or mine?” she asked. “I assume you have one.”

This time he leaned up on his elbows. “Back pocket. Where’s yours?”

“My purse.”

“You came prepared.”

She retrieved the wrapper of two condoms. “I told you I’m efficient.” She climbed onto the bed and between his legs, right in front of his shaft, her soft hand wrapping his width.

“It appears you are,” he commented, only to find turn around was fair play as she bent down and sucked the head of him into her mouth.

“Sweet mother of Jesus,” he murmured, but unlike her, he didn’t lay back. He watched her lick him, suck him, for as long as he dared, before he reached for her. “Either put the condom on me or give it to me to do it.”

She wet her lips, making his c**k jerk. “I want to finish.”

“Finish on me, baby. That’s where I want you.” He found the wrapper where she’d dropped it on the bed and tore it open, rolling it down his length, while she watched with so much admiration, he wasn’t sure he or his c**k could bear much more.

He scooted back against the headboard and pulled her across his lap. Her delicate fingers dug into his shoulders and he lifted her, fitting his c**k to the silky opening of her body, and pressing inside. His breath lodged in his throat at the tight, wet heat surrounding him, and only when she’d taken him all did he feel it trickle past his lips, did his eyes open and met hers.

The connection took him off guard, the crackle of awareness that he felt both in his body and yes, beyond. Emotion expanded in his chest, and it made no sense. He didn’t even know this woman. Tiffany. She’d said she was Tiffany. The name felt wrong, but she felt right. What the f**k was she doing to him and why was he letting her.

Suddenly, Blake needed that old high of intense pleasure, of driving himself over the edge of bliss where he felt nothing but a rush. He laced his fingers into her hair and buried his tongue in her mouth, devouring her, and pressing her down against his cock. Moving inside her, urging her into a rocking motion, and then pressing her backwards until her hands were on his thighs, her br**sts thrust into the air.

“Ride me,” he ordered, caressing her breast, kissing her nipple. “Ride, baby.”

Her head dropped backwards, all that silky hair behind her, the creamy silk of her neck as sexy as the rest of her, moving against him, pumping his cock. He could feel her urgency growing, her need, and he had to taste it.

He pulled her to him, molding her close and dragging her mouth to his. His tongue stroked against hers and she gasped into his mouth. Suddenly, her body spasmed around him, grabbing his c**k and milking his release. They clung to each other, shaking with the intensity of what had just happened between them.

When finally they stilled, he rolled her to face him, back the way they started, sliding one leg over hers, certain she was going to try to escape. She wasn’t looking at him, and he tilted her chin up. “Is this where we exchange files?” she asked, before he could say anything.

“Not even close,” he promised, brushing his lips over hers. “You haven’t even told me your real name yet?”

“Tiffany. My name is Tiffany.”

He stroked her cheek. “Tell me I’m the first you’ve ever done this with.”

She laughed nervously. “Did it seem like the first?”

“Yes,” he said. “The first time like this, for him.”

She scraped her bottom lip. “I didn’t do this for him. I wouldn’t have done this for him. I did it for me.”

The passion behind those words, the vehement force, spoke volumes. She’d made choices, just as she’d said she had, but she resented where they’d led her, where she felt she couldn’t escape.

He rolled her to her back, keeping one leg around hers, framing her body with his elbows. “Did what?”

Her eyes glowed with challenge. “Fucked you but now we need to exchange files.”

He saw the words as the wall they were. She was afraid he was seeing beyond what she thought he should. “We have all night and I’m far from done with you.” Blake slanted his mouth over hers and showed her just how not done he was with her.