“They’ll end up with real bad boys.”

“Like you?” A flicker of excitement illuminated her eyes.

“Like me.” She had no idea what she was getting into and neither did he.

“Are you still angry with me?”

“Yes.” But he would redirect his anger and turn it into passion instead.

“Do you want to spank me again?”

He raised an eyebrow. She sounded just a little too eager. What the hell had he started? What if he couldn’t handle her? Or was she just what he needed? “I’ll think about it.”

Amaury gazed at her red lips which beckoned for a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs. This car is not conducive for what I have in mind.” Because one kiss would lead to much more, and he sure couldn’t move in the damn car.

When he got out of the Porsche, he realized his cock was still peeking out of his pants. A cool breeze blew against his flesh. But he didn’t bother adjusting himself. The garage was private and the elevator he had built in led directly into his apartment. None of the tenants had access to it.

As soon as he’d pulled Nina into the elevator and pushed the button to the top floor, he pressed her flat against the wall and sank his hungry lips onto hers.

He meant it when he’d said he wouldn’t let her go until he’d thoroughly fucked her. And he wasn’t going to waste another damn minute. The elevator was as good a place to start as any. The housekeeper had come by the day before, so he knew even the floor of the elevator was spotless, just in case he would decide to make use of it. Maybe he would.

Amaury crushed her lips with his and dipped into her delicious mouth, searching out her talented tongue. Her response was hard and determined, drawing him into her tantalizing depths. Inviting him, pulling him in, then withdrawing so he would come after her. Playing not hard to get, but hard to keep. A challenge he only too gladly accepted.

He released a sigh and forged deeper, barely able to breathe, yet unable to stop the kiss. She tasted too sweet, too innocent, when he knew she wasn’t innocent, not by a long shot. Not the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth the night before or the way she kissed him now.

Nina’s hands eagerly tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease. She seemed to like undressing him, and he welcomed it since his body was heating up fast. The eight-by-four-foot space would turn into a sauna shortly, given the body heat they were generating. Just as well, since he was planning on stripping her naked in seconds.

Amaury liberated her from the leather jacket she still wore, dropping it unceremoniously onto the clean floor. She wore a t-shirt underneath. When he pulled her against his chest, he felt her soft breasts mold to him without a bra impeding them. He appreciated the simplicity of her clothing, her no-frills style.

His hand found its way underneath her shirt, instantly relishing the softness and warmth of her skin. He let the moment sink in, enjoyed the first contact of skin on skin, before he allowed himself to move upwards, where her twin globes beckoned to be attended to.

His fingertips reached her first, touched the underside of her breast, then slid further north, searching and then finding the hardened little bud which already stood erect as if greeting his arrival. So he returned the gesture by stroking his thumb over it, applying just enough pressure to elicit a soft moan from its owner. A moan he’d anticipated and now captured with his hungry mouth. A moan which now reverberated through his body, awakening cells long dormant, sensations long forgotten.

“Somebody will see us,” Nina whispered against his lips. He curled the ends of his mouth upwards. Her concern was unwarranted, but she couldn’t know that, and he wouldn’t tell her. She seemed like the kind of woman who would like the added risk of being discovered. And he wanted her just as horny as he was right now.

“So what? I promise you, I won’t let anybody join in.” Not that he had any objections to threesomes, but when it came to Nina he didn’t want to share her. This was just between the two of them. Private. Intimate.

He pushed her t-shirt up. “Take it off, Nina.”

“Make me.”

She wanted to play? He growled low and dark, then tugged at it with his teeth. One pull and the shirt ripped, gaping open in the middle.

“You’re bad.” Her voice was breathless, but not accusing.

“I haven’t started yet.”

Amaury reached for her beautiful round breasts, taking them into his hands, letting their weight be supported by his palms. As he squeezed lightly, he saw her lashes drop to half mast, partially hiding the desire in her eyes. Her gaze locked with his. Again he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, and she reacted by pulling her lower lip between her teeth.