I stand on the third floor now in the entryway of his apartment. It’s a lot nicer than I expected. I thought it would have a small kitchen, one bathroom, and a cot, but it’s much bigger than that.

“No one will bother you up here.”

I spin around to face him. “You’re leaving me?” Geez, you just let him fuck you. Don’t you seem desperate already?

“Just for about an hour. I have a few things to take care of downstairs before I can come up here.” He walks up to me and leans down, kissing my forehead. His eyes linger on the scratch on my face for a few seconds before his beautiful blue eyes rise to meet mine. “And if I carried you off to my bedroom now like I want to do, I would spend what is left of this night inside of you.”

I shiver at how good that would feel. “Okay,” I say stupidly. It’s better than begging, I guess.

He pulls away but grabs my hand. He pulls me through the entrance of his apartment and walks me past the kitchen. We take a right and walk down a short hallway to a door at the end on the left. “This is my bedroom,” he announces as we enter. “You can shower if you want.” He then goes to the other side of the room and opens up another door. “This is my closet. You can put on something more comfortable.” He walks back over to me. “You can take a nap.” He slides his hand up the back of my neck. My body breaks out in goosebumps. “I’ll wake you when I come back up,” he whispers.

Oh, how I want to know what he has in mind to wake me up. I nod my head at him.

He leaves shortly after that, and I look around the now quiet apartment. The sound of the music below us comes up through the walls. I like it. It’s not too loud; it’s perfect.

I look down at my body and sigh when I realize I put my work clothes back on. The ones that alcohol spilled all over when I was shoved in the private room downstairs. I guess I’ll do what he suggested and take a shower.

I walk into his bathroom, open the door to the stand-up shower, and turn on the sprayer. I get undressed and see the prints from his strong hands on my hips where he grabbed a hold of me in his office. He did exactly what he said he was gonna do—fuck me! I’ve never had such intense sex. I’ve always dated the men who preferred the slower make love kind of sex. The kind where at first it’s kind of awkward until you both find a rhythm and understand what the other likes. Case knew what he wanted from me, and I allowed him to take it. However he wanted it. I’ve especially never slept with a guy who wanted to play with my ass right off the bat. I liked it. I like him. He fucks just as aggressive as he looks.

I enter the shower and let it warm up for a few seconds. As I get under the sprayer, I think about what we just did. He broke his rule for me. I smile before another thought enters my mind. I doubt this is the first time he’s broken his rules. But I push that thought out of my mind. All that matters is he broke it tonight for me.

I get out of the shower and wring out my hair. I wrap the towel around myself and make it over to his closet. I open the door and walk in. It’s not overly massive but a smaller version of a walk-in. Big enough for a single man. I run my hands against the button-down shirts that hang on the upper rack. I come to one at the end of the closet and look it over. It’s the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen. A dark blue that matches his eyes perfectly.

I pull it off the hanger and slip my arms into the sleeves. They are so long they hang over my hands. I bring the bottom of the shirt up to my nose as I take a deep breath. Hell, even his clothes smell dangerous. Like a hint of smoke and man.

I walk out of the closet and button a few buttons on it. I stand in the bedroom as I look over his bed. It’s a black four-post bed. It has a black comforter and white sheets. It looks dangerous as well. As if the devil himself lies there at night. I wonder what kind of sins have taken place on it. I wonder how many times a woman has screamed his name there. I wonder how many women have been up here. In this very spot? How many have experienced this side of Case?

Quit thinking that way, Taylor! You’re just here to have sex with him. Again. That’s all that matters. Who cares who has been here before?

My stomach growls reminding me that I slept most of the day and only had a granola bar before hurrying to work. I walk into his small but cozy kitchen and turn on the lights. I open his fridge to see what options I have to fix something. I find some eggs and decide scrambled eggs it is.

Thirty minutes later, I’m rinsing my plate off in the sink when I hear the door open to his apartment. I smile to myself as I keep my back to the door. The hair on my neck stands up, and my heart starts beating faster just thinking about seeing him again. Wondering what he plans to do with me this time. Moments later, two strong arms wrap around my waist. So tightly that they lift me up off the floor.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look in my shirt?” His voice is rough, and it gives me butterflies. He unwraps one hand from around me and places it high on the back of my right thigh. “This, right here …” His fingers graze the bottom of my ass cheek. “I can see that you have no underwear on,” he growls. “It makes me fucking hard to know that I could just bend you over the table and slide my cock into your tight pussy.” He pushes his hips into my back, and my legs start to shake when I feel he’s telling the truth. He’s already hard, and it has my breath picking up.

He spins me around in his arms and pins my back against the counter. Before I can say anything, his lips land on mine. He’s just as desperate as before. He kisses me so deeply that it takes my breath away. His lips on mine make me moan. His tongue in my mouth makes my pussy throb with want.

My hands fumble to his belt. I need him inside of me. I need him to have me screaming and shaking as he did just hours ago. God, I’ve never been so desperate for someone before.

He grabs my hips; I jump up and wrap my legs around him. He starts to walk without removing his lips from mine. I keep waiting for him to run into something, but it never happens.

He lets go of me, and as soon as I place my feet on the floor, he pushes me backward. I yelp in surprise as I fall on his bed, and my lips sting from the bruising kiss he just gave me. “Unbutton my shirt,” he commands.

I sit up and bite my bottom lip nervously as I lift my hands to undo the first button of his shirt I’m wearing. I don’t wanna go slowly with him. I don’t wanna have to look him in the eyes. I’m too self-conscious for this, especially when he looks at me as if he is about to devour me. I shiver.

Once I finish the last button, he places his warm hands on my shoulders. He very slowly pushes the shirt off, and I allow it to fall down on the bed behind me. “Get up on your knees,” he orders roughly.

I get up on my shaking knees as he directed, but I avoid looking him in the eyes. Why am I so nervous? You just let him bend you over and fuck you not two hours ago.

He steps forward, his knees now touching the side of his bed. “Spread your legs for me. As far as they will go.” The order in his deep voice makes a shudder run through my body.

I push them apart as gracefully as I can, and he reaches his left hand out. I bite the inside of my cheek as his warm hand touches my inner thigh. He glides it up my leg and a whimper comes out when he runs his fingers over my pussy. I’m so wet for him already. I look up at him, and his eyes darken as a knowing smirk spreads across his face before he lowers his lips to mine. His tongue presses his way through my lips. And I suck it into my mouth. He lets out a moan as he pushes two fingers deep into me.

“Fuck me,” I demand desperately as I pull away. My pussy tightens around his fingers as he shakes his head.