4

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as the strain of holding back built in my shoulders and biceps. With one last thrust, I was fully seated inside her. Her pussy was like a heated vise around my dick, and my balls were already drawn tight.

“Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth. She didn’t answer right away, her beautiful green eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. I didn’t know what answers she was looking for in my gaze, but if she was waiting for me to say something poetic, she’d be disappointed.

“Cutie, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.” She shifted her hips experimentally, making both of us groan. Then those mesmerizing eyes were back on mine. “I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to come with you inside me. But . . .” She twisted her hands in my grip, and I released her. Immediately, she brought them to rest on my chest, fingers tracing my pecs, traveling to my shoulders and down my biceps. “I needed to touch you.”

I closed my eyes. The urge to fuck hadn’t gone away, but I liked her touch, the brush of her fingertips leaving little sparks in their wake. When she pulled on me, tugging me down to her, I didn’t stop to think. I pressed my mouth to hers, slid my tongue inside, and captured her gasp as I pulled out of her body. The moment I thrust back in, I was lost to the roaring, crackling hunger within me, deafened by the thunder of my blood in my veins.

I reared back, gripped her under her hips, and angled her so I could slide in deeper. She cried out, but it wasn’t in pain, so I kept going. With every stroke, I pushed her closer to the edge. Her moans got louder, her body gripping me even tighter. I reached up to her mouth and slid my thumb between her lips. “Suck.”

She did, curling her tongue and lapping at the pad, and damn if this girl wasn’t a natural. Whoever she ended up with after tonight would be damn lucky.

The thought had my jaw clenching—a ridiculous, animalistic response to the idea of another man having her. I pulled my thumb from her mouth and rolled it over her swollen clit.

“Lirael!” Zephyra cried out as her back arched off the bed. I kept up the movement of my hips and thumb while I bent down and swirled my tongue over her nipple before drawing it into my mouth. Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine, like a snake about to strike, and I wanted her to get there before I did. I wanted to feel her clenching around my dick, forcing my cum from me.

I sucked hard on her nipple, pinched her clit, and angled my thrusts to hit the spot that would make her come apart. A few seconds later, she did, her hands fisting in the sheets, head thrown back, as her internal muscles clamped down around me.

“Fuck. That’s it, Zephyra,” I groaned. “You’re such a good girl, coming with my cock inside you.”

She cried out as I withdrew between pulses, then slammed back in. My climax clawed at me. Shit. I wouldn’t last any longer. “You’re going to make me come. So. Fucking. Hard.”

Every muscle in my body tightened as heat and pleasure scorched up my shaft. I grabbed her hips, thrusting in as deep as I could go, my release filling the condom in wrenching spurt after wrenching spurt. I had a sudden irrational urge to pull out, rip it off, and sink back into her so I could see my cum spilling out of her when I was done.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Instead, I gave in to a different urge, taking her mouth in another kiss, our tongues twining together, her moans vibrating against my lips. It was only when I was completely spent that I tore myself away from her and pulled out, rolling off her and onto my back.

I stared at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. It was a damn lucky thing I’d never see her again after tonight, because sex that good would be all-too easy to get addicted to.

*******

Zephyra POV

One Month Later

My fingers trembled as I smoothed down my black pencil skirt with one hand, my paperwork and notebook clutched in the other. The team was gathered outside the large wooden doors of the meeting room, waiting to be summoned. This was our big day, and the pressure was weighing on all of us. Jovan had reassured us we had refined our proposal to perfection, and I knew he had faith in me for my part, but that didn’t stop my nerves from taking over.

As we waited for our turn to present, Amanda, our project liaison, sidled up and inserted herself between Jovan and me.

“I just heard that the Deputy CEO is here,” she whispered, more to Jovan than to me. “Apparently, he’s gonna be sitting in on all the presentations.”

Jovan frowned and rubbed his chin. His gaze met mine over the top of Amanda’s blonde head. “I know I said you could do the section on sustainability, Zephyra, but if the Deputy CEO’s in the room, it might be better if I do it all. You understand, right?”

“I can handle it,” I protested. “I’ve been preparing for the last three weeks.”

“I understand that, but in this situation, I’m sure the partners will expect me to do the whole presentation.” Jovan responded.

Disappointment filled me, but I nodded. He was the project manager, after all, and it was likely that the Deputy CEO of the Wright Group was a man who would relate more to Jovan’s seasoned professional demeanor and seniority than my youthful enthusiasm—even though I specialized in sustainable design.

I ignored the slightly smug tilt to Amanda’s smile. I didn’t know what I had done to annoy the icily beautiful woman, but she seemed to take a dislike to me from the moment she transferred from our Europe office two months ago. At least she wouldn’t be with us full time if we got this job. She would be busy coordinating with other teams and projects within the firm.

Regardless, this wasn’t the time to worry about her, though. I had more important things to think about. LPromise Architecture secure this project.

The doors opened, and a man stuck his head out. “They’re ready for you.” My pulse leaped, and I smoothed down my skirt one more time. Years of non-stop study and interning at multiple architectural firms hadn’t quite prepared me for my first big proposal, and this was one of the biggest out there—a hotel chain with initial development sites in ten major US cities.

I trailed Jovan into the room, which was bright and spacious, with large windows showing off the incredible view from the fifty-third floor of Wright Plaza. Nerves squirmed in my stomach as I looked around at the serious men and women surrounding the massive table.

My gaze reached the far end, and all my muscles locked up, the air freezing in my lungs as I jerked to a halt. A pair of cold blue eyes stared back at me. Eyes that were seared into my brain only a month ago.

It was impossible. It couldn’t be him. There was no way it could be him.

One of my team members jostled past me, and I jolted into motion again, forcing my feet to continue moving toward the table. I frantically glanced at the man, searching for some discrepancy within his features. Something, anything, to tell me this wasn’t the person who took my virginity during a night I’m not sure I’ll ever forget.

But the way his eyes narrowed on me told me I wouldn’t find it.

The intensity in his gaze flooded me with memories: the things he said to me as he made me cum with his mouth and fingers; his low, dark voice murmuring filthy words in my ear as he thrust into me; his mouth between my legs afterward, giving me another orgasm; the lazy stroke of his tongue soothing the sting his body had left behind.

After that third orgasm, when I’d been lying there exhausted and wrung out, I realized I had no idea how a one-night stand was supposed to end. So I’d thanked him, my cheeks blazing as I tried to figure out the etiquette for that kind of thing. Then I’d rushed out of his suite and down to the foyer of the hotel to call a rideshare, even though he’d offered to call a car for me.

Now I was seeing him again in the very last place I ever expected. Oh, God!

I couldn’t believe this was happening. How was it possible that I slept with the Wright Group’s deputy chief executive officer and didn’t know it? Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. After all, when we first got word we’d be putting a proposal together for this project, I’d looked up both the CEO and the Deputy CEO of the company, and it wasn’t Lirael’s picture I saw. Although... now that I thought about it, I could see a resemblance between him and the man I remembered from the photo.

I stole another look at him as I made my way down the table, pulled out a chair, and sat. The older, far more portly man beside Lirael kept him locked in conversation, so I took the opportunity while he was distracted to observe him more closely.

I had a horrible feeling that the incredible night I shared with him a month ago was about to bite me

in the ass, in the worst way possible.