I sigh when he drops his hand from my back and presses the elevator button. The door opens almost instantly and I reach down to link my hand with his once we enter the elevator. The ride is quick and silent.

The click clack of my matching red Manolo Blahnik shoes echo off the walls of the corridor. I feel beautiful, alive, and adorningly pampered. Which reminds me, I almost forgot. “Thank you for the ankle bracelet. I love it.” I bend my knee slightly so he can see the jewels around the base of my leg.

“You’re welcome,” he hisses almost painfully.

“What?” I say, completely confused.

“Believe me when I tell you this, Lucia. I’ve never seen a pair of legs like yours. For fucks sake, those are long, curved, and painful as hell to look at.”

I swallow.

While this handsome stranger leisurely trails his eyes from the sparkly diamond bracelet wrapped around my ankle, to the top of the side slit on my dress, they become hooded, darker, and dangerously sexy. “Come on before I march us back upstairs, tie you to the bed, and fuck every hole in that sinful body of yours.”

***

“That was incredible,” I moan, my stomach beyond stuffed. Heath and I had entered the back of the restaurant, where he led me straight to a private dining room. The quaint, dimly lit room adjoins his office, separated by glass. It’s stunning with dark wood floors, a solid brick wall on one side, while the other wall has four perfectly square windows aligned down the center. It gives off just enough light to embrace the long rectangular table in the middle.

During dinner, Heath told me how he always loved to cook, travel, and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. Not once did he break the rules of the contract about asking anything personal about me or my life outside of tonight. Nor did he ask me why I do what I do, which surprised me. Most men ask, they wonder why gifts instead of money. The mere mention of money makes me feel like a whore and that’s not what I am. It is never what I want them to perceive me as. I’m a woman with needs. My needs just happen to be materialistic and sexual. I give them the same answer they give me. I’m not into being committed to anyone and the truth that I love nice things. I love the feel of being taken care of, if only for a night or a weekend.

There’s more to Heath then he’s willing to disclose, which is the way it should be. There’s more to me as well. As I sit here and study his profile, the way he holds his wine glass, the way he slouches somewhat in his chair, it appears he is slightly out of his element. This is normally not the type of thing this man does. He’s dark and mysterious in a sexy way. A seed firmly plants itself in the center of my core. This man is used to being in control just as I am. I don’t like giving up control and yet, here I sit with a stranger who has had my very center throbbing for him to take his control and do anything he wants.

“I would love to see your restaurant,” I tell him. He assured me I would, but not then. He explained that we entered thought the back because his guests would acknowledge him if he walked through the restaurant. He didn’t want that to detain us from our time together. Thanking him for that, I remind myself he deserves a much needed reward.

“I’m glad you loved dinner. The Boursin stuffed chicken is my specialty. It’s a favorite dish here, along with my dessert, of course.”

My god, I cannot possibly eat another bite, although, I was not raised to be rude. Especially after he bought me here, cooked for me, gave me this dress, my bracelet, and the delightful shoes.

“And what’s for dessert?” I ask, taking the last sip of my wine. Even though I was beyond full, I knew we would most definitely work off the food later.

“For me, it’s you,” he says rather brusquely.

“Really?” My brows lift. I shift in my seat so my legs are facing him. He has absolutely no idea that I can play at his game and win. I cross my legs. The slit falls open, exposing bare skin all the way up to my thigh. The longer his gaze remains on my legs, the more sexually interesting I know he finds me. He runs his tongue across his top lip.

“Tell me, Lucia. What did you have in mind for the next two days? Because I assure you, it is nothing compared to what I’m actually going to do to you. Take it off,” he demands. His eyes as dark as the night sky glaring through the windows.

“Take what off? This?” My fingers grasp the side zipper. The only sound in the room is the slow seductive wisp of the zipper going down. I loop my fingers under the strap of the dress on one of my shoulders, letting if fall just enough to expose the top of one my breast. Then slowly I do the same to the other side.

“Let it drop.”

I let go without blinking. My naked breasts exposed to him. My nipples are hard, eagerly waiting for his mouth.

“I do recall you tempting me on the phone with those tits of yours, and what great tits they are.” He bends forward enough to trace around both of my nipples with his index finger. I quiver as my arousal intensifies the more he moves in circles, not once touching my nipples.

“Tell me what you want?” I say seductively.

“You, Lucia. I want you.” I feel it and gasp an excruciating painful delight when he pinches both my nipples. “Fuck,” he growls. Sliding his chair back, he grasp ahold of one of my nipples with his mouth while the one hand palms my breast. I arch my back as far as it will go in the chair, clinging to his shoulders as he takes me deep into his mouth. “Do you want me to fuck these beautiful breasts?” he growls, before moving to give my other one the same attention with his mouth.

“Yes,” I pant.

I whimper when he releases his hold on my breast, but instantly delighted when he lifts me up, the red dress falling into a pool around my feet, leaving me bare to him. I’m left with nothing except my shoes and the beautiful bracelet wrapped around my ankle. Heath lays me down on the table. My chest is heaving and my heart pounding. I watch him bend and pick up my dress, placing it across the back of the chair.

“Don’t move.” He’s out of my sight for a moment before returning with a small bottle. His jacket is off and his shirt halfway undone. “Christ, Lucia.” His southern accent becomes more accentuated the more excited he gets. “You’re fucking beautiful. Feel this?”

He’s rough when he grabs my hand, placing it on his granite hard cock. Fuck me also. He’s thick. God I hope he uses that blessed cock to fuck me until I join the god damn stars in the sky.

Running my palm up and down his shaft, his breathing becomes heavier and heavier the more I stroke. “Take your pants off, I want to see it.” I instruct him to do exactly as he asked of me. He wastes no time tearing his shirt away from his sculpted body, tossing it on the chair that holds my dress. I hear his shoes hit the floor, before my hand slips away from him, and he undoes his pants. And sweet mother of god, when I see his cock, I’m thankful I’m the one he’s with tonight. I’m the one he’s going to split apart. I’m the one who’s going to ride him. Before he drops his pants to the floor, he pulls a condom out of his pocket.

The sturdy table doesn’t move when he climbs on top of it, his legs straddling my waist. His erection lays on my stomach and I’m not full anymore. The sudden desire to take him into my mouth and taste him has me reaching for his dick. “No,” he demands. Leave them here. Twining our hands together, he stretches them over my head.

I watch in awe when he reaches for the bottle and the smell of coconut plummets the air. Inhaling deeply, I breathe in the refreshing scent.

I squirm. He smirks. “If you don’t touch me, I swear I will touch myself and it will be the biggest turn on you have ever seen, because I’ll spread myself wide, right here on this table, damn it,” I bite out.

“No one is touching themselves but me, Lucia.” His oil covered hand starts to glide up and down his length. Heath gets up on his knees, giving me one hell of a view of his dick. He works himself, making my mouth dry and my tongue heavy. I want him there, in my mouth, between my breast, and mostly, in my hot wet pussy.