I nod toward Emilio, who’s watching us like one of his soap operas. “Take all her drinks and put them on my tab.” I nod toward her date. “Sorry, man.”

She giggles as I haul her off behind the bar and into the back office. Emilio will be on my ass about it later, but I don’t care. I enter the keypad on his door and wait for it to click before I push it open. He’s got a black leather couch next to the door and his desk across from it. Other than that, the room consists of a standing lamp in the corner, an old-fashioned bar against the window, and a rug in the center of the floor.

“Is this your bar?” she asks.

“No, but the owner owes me a favor.” He doesn’t, really, but I do change that fucker’s oil for free, so he can deal.

She hums as I shut the door behind us, spinning her so she’s pressed against it. My chest crushes hers, and I can feel the softness of her full breasts. I place both hands on the door above her head, dropping mine so my nose hovers just over hers.

“You sure about this?” I ask.

Her breathing increases at our proximity, her cheeks flush, and she pulls her lip beneath her teeth. Her blue eyes are hooded and hungry, but there is a shyness to them too. The look in them tells me this isn’t something she does often, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more. It’s her attraction to me causing her to be this reckless.

“Let me check.”

One hand slowly finds its way beneath my t-shirt. Her skin is cool against mine as her fingers brush my stomach, traveling downward. I keep my hands exactly where they are, afraid I’ll do something she doesn’t like.

I hiss as she brushes against my cock, hard as steel beneath my jeans. She brings her other hand up my neck, gripping the back of it and pulling me down. I fall into her like gravity. Squeezing my dick, she whispers, “I have to see what I’m working with here.”

“Ah, baby,” I rasp against her lips. “Let me show you.”

Before she can get in another word, my mouth is on hers.

2

Wicked

Normally, I Can Only Do That To Myself

“Lift your legs forme,cariño.”

She immediately listens as she hooks her leg around my waist.

“You listen so well,” I say into the soft skin of her neck as I nip and pull at her flesh. I feel her tighten around my cock at that. She likes my praise.

She was in control at the bar, played the game well, but it’s clear she doesn’t do this often. Neither do I. While I’ve had my fair share of casual hook-ups and one-night-stands, I’ve never done so without learning my partner's name, and rarely without taking them back to my place or theirs.

Watching this fierce and outspoken woman turn timid and pliant in my arms the moment we were behind closed doors was a surprise– albeit, not an unpleasant one. I’ve always liked taking the lead in the bedroom. Or, well, office in this case.

I drag my lips across her collar bone, she claws at my back, and I fuck her hard against the door. She doesn’t hold back themoans that fly from her pretty lips as I hit just the right spot inside her.

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I kissed her breathless, stealing her words and doubts with my mouth. Then, I did the exact same thing with my cock when I shoved her skirt above her hips, slipped a condom on, and sank inside her slowly. I felt drunk on her, and I didn’t have it in me to move us to the couch, or even the desk. I needed her immediately. I needed her against the door.

She didn’t seem to have any complaints about it, though. She let me guide her through our movements with trust I’d give her everything she’s looking for.

Our position allows me to fuck her rough, and I swear, she’s the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever been inside. She fits me like a goddamn glove. She takes every fucking inch, meets me thrust for thrust as I slam her body against the wood.

“Harder,” she moans.

Fuck.

“Are you flexible, baby?” I pull away to look at her. Her head is thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

She doesn’t open her eyes or close her parted lips as she nods lightly. I grasp under her knee and hike her body up, swooping underneath her other leg until she’s completely airborne and both her calves are hanging off my biceps. The movement brings her hips inward and her ass outward, allowing me the freedom to pump faster and fuck deeper.

“Oh my–” She inhales a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there.”

I’m losing my mind as my pace increases to a reckless rhythm. Electric heat shoots down my back, gathering in my spine. My body is on fire, and I can feel my cock pulsating, readying to spill inside of her. I can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs, the warmth of her pussy euphoric, and the way shetightens every time I hit that spot so deep has me going cross-eyed.