She glanced around then turned back to him. “I’ve had two glasses, that’s all. That’s the bottle left over from the last time you were here for dinner.”

He remembered they hadn’t finished the wine that night and … yes, two glasses would be about right.

His gaze fell to her wide eyes. Damn, this was really happening.

Excitement surged through him and he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth captured hers and he drove his tongue into her mouth, reveling in the velvety softness. She melted against him, her heart pounding just as fast as his.

His mouth lifted from hers. Now he understood why she’d looked so stressed in the coffee room today.

“When did it happen?” he asked.

“A couple of days ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you’d want to move forward with a relationship and…”

“You aren’t ready?”

“I didn’t want to approach you on the rebound. That didn’t seem fair to you.” She stroked his chest, her delicate touch stoking his desire.

He didn’t have to ask her why she had called him tonight. The hunger in her eyes said it all.

He laughed, then tightened his arms around her. “I don’t care how I get you. Rebound or not.” He stroked her soft cheek gently with his thumb. “I believe this has always been inevitable.”

She tipped up her head and brushed her lips against his in a long, lingering kiss, so sweet it almost brought tears to his eyes. His greatest fantasy was about to come true. He was finally going to be with this wonderful woman.

“I’m glad,” she murmured softly against his lips. “Because the thought of you dominating me like you promised in your office has me so hot I can barely stop from going up in flames.”

He gazed down at her, seeing the impish glint in her eyes.

He grinned broadly. “Really?”

She stepped back and stood in the center of the room. “You do want to dominate me?” She smiled seductively. “Don’t you?”

Before he could answer, she opened her robe and dropped it to the ground, revealing an erotic, barely-there leather getup. Her body seemed to be covered with black, leather straps wound around her torso, but nothing seemed to be covered. His gaze fell on her full, round breasts, totally exposed to his view. He hardened at the sight of her. Her pussy was covered by a small triangle of leather, but when she turned around in front of him, he could see that her round, firm ass was totally exposed.

God, her body was glorious. His gaze traveled from her very full breasts with tightly peaked nipples, to her long, slender torso, over the curve of her hips, then down her long, shapely legs. She was barefoot, but her toes were polished a shiny, rich crimson.

She turned and leaned over, giving him a delightful view of her round, firm ass. She pulled some shoes out from a drawer in her coffee table, then stood up. As soon as she stepped into the stilettos, her legs appeared even longer and her ass higher and firmer.

“Do you want me submissive, or willful?” she asked.

His cock lurched at the idea of having to subdue her. Of pushing her up against the wall and forcing her hands above her head, then pinning her against the hard surface with his body. His cock twitched at the thought of him pressing his groin hard against her, his shaft cushioned against her soft body.

But they had time. He could play out that scenario another time. Maybe in his office.

His cock twitched.

Right now he wanted her focused on his pleasure. On their pleasure. Just as he’d be focused on hers.

“Submissive,” he said.

She smiled, then dropped her gaze to the floor and knelt in front of him. “Whatever you command, sir.”

He didn’t quite know how to start. All he knew was, with her kneeling on the floor in front of him, practically naked, he had to free his throbbing, aching cock from the too-tight confines of his jeans.

He unzipped his pants, then released his hard shaft from the fabric.

“Look at me, Ash.”

*   *   *

Ash raised her gaze to see Adam standing before her, his cock a long, hard spike protruding from his jeans.

“Look at what you’ve done to me.”

His cock was thick and hard, the head large and deep red. It seemed to pulse with life as veins rippled along the length of the shaft. She licked her lips, longing to run her tongue over his hot, hard flesh.

Seeing the invitation in her eyes, he stepped closer.

He rested his hand on the top of her head, then glided down the back. He drew her forward until her lips touched the tip of his cock. She opened. He didn’t push forward, so she licked his tip, tasting the salty drop of precum already oozing from him.

She pressed her lips to him and swirled her tongue over the tip, then widened her mouth around him.

“Oh, God, Ash.” He drew her forward and she took in his whole cockhead, the thick flesh filling her mouth.

She sucked on him, to his groans. His hand stroked over her hair. She moved further forward, taking his cock deeper into her mouth. It was thick and firm between her lips and she dragged her tongue along the smooth skin as she glided forward. Slowly.

She moved forward and back in short strokes, then lengthened them, taking him deeper, then short again.

“Fuck, Ash.” He groaned, his hand tightening on her head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

His hand tightened on the crown of her head and he guided her, setting a rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, sending heat throbbing through her. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, readying her for him.

One of her hands was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing as she took him deep into her mouth. She glided the other hand to the button of his jeans and unfastened it, then slid inside. When she cupped his balls in her palm, he groaned.

He was close. She could feel the tension in his body, his cock pulsing in her mouth. His balls hardening in her hand.

She drew her mouth from the tip of his cock. “I want to make you come, sir. In my mouth. I want to swallow everything you give me.”

He groaned and as soon as she took his erection in her mouth again, he pulled her tight to his groin. He rocked his pelvis against her, his whole body trembling, but then he coiled his hand in her hair and slowly dragged her head back.

“Baby, I want to come inside you, but not your mouth. Not this time.”

He pulled on her hair, easing her to her feet.

“And I’m the one in charge. Right?”

“Yes, sir.”

She quivered at the glittering confidence in his eyes.

She reached down and grasped the triangle of leather covering her folds, then tore it away, the snaps giving at her sharp motion. His gaze dropped to her intimate flesh, desire filling his eyes.

Then she turned and leaned over the back of the couch, offering herself to him. His hand rested on her ass and he stroked. Over the curve and around to her hip. Gliding to her inner thigh, grazing the sensitive flesh, only a breath from her aching opening, then away again.

“You are so fucking sexy leaned over like that. Your pussy glistening with need.”

Oh, God, those words coming from Adam, whom she’d wanted for so long, as he gazed at her vulnerable, exposed flesh, sent ripples of need through her.

“Please touch me, sir. Please drive your big cock into me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I will. There’s no doubt about that. But I’m not going to take you bent over a couch. I want our bodies joined, not just my cock inside you. And I want to see your face.”

His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her to a standing position. His lips nuzzled her ear, sending spasms of pleasure quivering through her, as his hands wandered over her body. He cupped her naked breast and her hard, swollen nipple pressed into his palm as he stroked. When his fingertips found her sensitive nub and squeezed, piercing shards of desire lanced through her. She arched against his hand, moaning. She could feel his smile against her neck.