Normally, he would not allow this.

Her face flushed with need, her manner urgent, even desperate, all that surged through his blood, his gut, straight to his c.o.c.k.

So he allowed this.

She tugged his pants down, grabbed his d.i.c.k, guided it to her and took him home.

At the beauty of her sheathing him, he gritted his teeth against the urge to let go and release way too f.u.c.king early. Bucking his hips, he watched how much she liked taking him, her head thrown back, her s.h.i.+ning, straight ma.s.s of silken black hair swaying.

Then she dropped forward into a hand in the bed by his side, locked eyes with him and rode him violently as he watched until she gave it to herself and she kept doing it until she forced it from him.

f.u.c.king spectacular.

He came down buried inside her, his eyes opening to see her still resting in her hand in the bed, her body moving gently with her still-labored-but-evening breathing, her dark hair framing her oval face, her straight bangs brus.h.i.+ng her lashes, her green eyes locked to his trying to brand him, make him hers.

No way in f.u.c.k that was happening.

But he'd take more of this.

A lot more.

That said, the woman was going to learn how to give up control.

Not surprisingly, without a word, she swung off his c.o.c.k, moving immediately toward the side of the mattress.

Nick focused on pulling up his trousers, doing the fly and angling off the bed. By the time he was up and had turned his attention back to her, she was on her feet, facing him, arms twisted behind her to do up the skirt she'd put on.

He held her gaze.

"We got all night, Olivia," he informed her.

Not even a hint of a response to him calling her the name she hadn't given him.

Then again, he knew she knew him; she'd make it her business.

She also knew he'd do the same with her, even before he sat next to her the night before.

Her expression might not have changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.

She stopped. Her eyes still on his, she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle finger.

It lasted half a second.

Then she dropped her hand, turned and walked away.

He heard the door close behind her and he couldn't stop his smile.

f.u.c.k yes, a seriously cool customer.

And the hottest f.u.c.k he'd had in his life.

10:45 The Next Morning Nick typed in the text and hit send.

Teatro. Six.

Forty-five minutes later, he received, Room number?

He smiled at his phone and didn't f.u.c.k around with waiting games.

He texted back, Later.

Olivia didn't reply.

When his a.s.sistant checked them in, he sent the room number.

Olivia texted back, 6:00.

6:47 That Evening He was a.s.s to the chair watching her ride him and he didn't even know how she maneuvered him there.

The kiss tussle started them off again the minute he'd opened the door to her.

This time it segued into a bed vs. chair tussle, one he somehow lost.

f.u.c.k, she was going to make him come again, climb off and take off.

This would not allow him to move forward his plan.

Fortunately, he was stronger than her and could do something about that.

Her s.e.xy noise of frustrated surprise made his c.o.c.k jerk and his b.a.l.l.s tighten as he stopped her mid-ride, pus.h.i.+ng up to his feet with his arms around her.

Their eyes clashed as he carried her to the bed and, serious as f.u.c.k, as shocking as it was, he nearly burst out laughing at the uppity annoyed princess look she had on her face.

He controlled his reaction and then set about controlling her expression when he fell to the bed on top of her and started f.u.c.king her.

Hard.

She enjoyed control.

She also liked taking c.o.c.k.

Proof she liked to give and receive.

Nice to know.

This didn't last long. She manipulated with eyes, hands, mouth, noises, and best of all, squirming until she'd pulled off his c.o.c.k and turned underneath him. Wedging herself up, she offered herself, a.s.s in the air.

He was a guy so he didn't delay, took his knees and accepted her offer.

She reared into him, her neck twisted, eyes cast high, watching his face as he f.u.c.ked her on her hands and knees in front of him.

She was still fully clothed, her skirt pushed up her hips, her blouse on, the pointed toes of her pumps rooted in the bed.

He was still fully clothed too.

But from what he could see of her round a.s.s and sweet thighs, he was going to find a way to f.u.c.k her naked as soon as possible.

Starting now.

Continuing to take her, he s.h.i.+fted his hands from hips up her a.s.s until his thumbs moved from smooth, supple skin to encounter something he wasn't expecting that took his attention away from repeatedly burying his c.o.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y as hard and deep as he could manage it.

She instantly pulled so far forward, he lost her and his eyes went from his hands under her skirt to her face.

She twisted to her a.s.s, scooting back, her eyes another invitation.

He followed her. Stopping her movements with an arm around her waist, he pulled her up.

She took hold of his d.i.c.k, guiding him in.

When he caught at her wet, he impaled her.

Driving his other hand in her silky hair, he clutched it and yanked her head to him so he could drive his tongue into her mouth as he f.u.c.ked her against the headboard.

Fifteen minutes later, they'd both come and he was a.s.s to the bed, back against the headboard, pants up but undone, c.o.c.k still pulsing but tucked away, eyes on her s.h.i.+mmying her skirt over her panties.

He didn't say a word, but watching her, he couldn't beat back his grin.

When he gave that grin to her, her eyes dropped to it and it almost looked like her movements stilled for a second.

But it was only a second before she went to a hand and then knee in the bed to reach him.

She kissed the side of his neck, pulled back, looked into his eyes then pushed off the bed and walked away.

Nick heard the door close right before he heard his own chuckles.

He'd f.u.c.ked the woman three times.

And she hadn't spoken a word.

Hotel Teatro, 6:04 The Next Evening He opened the door and she came through with intent.

Ready for her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, taking a wide step back. He s.h.i.+fted them sideways then pushed her into the wall. He pressed the door closed and flipped the safety latch just as she tried to shove against his hold and get away from the wall.

He let her push him back but went back farther in order to give himself room to do what he intended to do.

Which was what he did.

Lifting her up wrapped around his middle, feeling his lips twitch at the angry, surprised noise she made, he walked her into the room. He swung her around like they were swing dancers doing a lift and she made another noise, this one just surprised, before she landed on her back on the bed.

He landed on her and that was when he heard and felt her breath leave her in a puff.

"Right," he began. "Let's start different this time."

No void expression.

Her eyes were shooting fire.

Not the kind that she wanted to use to brand him.

The kind that told him she was p.i.s.sed right the f.u.c.k off.

Nick again fought laughing.

She said nothing.

He didn't laugh but he did smile, moving his hand to her face, cupping the side and dropping close.

"Hi," he whispered.

Her gaze had dropped to his smile but after he said that word, it lifted to his.

He again had the void.

He missed the fire.

But he got her voice.

"Hi," she whispered back.

Necessarily, due to the fact it was a whisper, it was soft.

Surprisingly, it was a lot more.

Too much more.

He decided that was good enough.

So he slanted his head and took her mouth.

Twenty-two Minutes Later They'd both climaxed.