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He smoothed a hand down her unbound hair. “I’m not finished with you yet, firecracker. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter Three

Layla’s scalp tingled from his touch as she tilted her head back to stare up at him. Even in her heels, she was nowhere near his height. He had to be at least six foot three. But then all the Black brothers were built like athletes.

He outlined her jaw with his hands as he bent his head and kissed her again. She sighed into his mouth, the taste of her vanilla-musk on his lips and tongue, heightening her desire to have him inside her, fucking her, and fulfilling her completely.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he growled.

“I don’t want you to wait any longer,” she echoed weakly.

If she was weak, he was all power. He drew the fly down on his pants and pulled his mouth from hers before lifting her high. Pressing her to the wall, she wrapped her legs around his hips before his hands cupped her ass.

Her stilettos clacked together, like clashing cymbals in the taut, thick silence of the elevator. But it barely registered as the head of Galan’s cock pressed against her slick entrance.

Her eyelashes fluttered. I can’t believe my biggest fantasy is about to come true.

Then common sense cleared the dream fog clean away. Her breath shuddered out and she stiffened in his arms. “We can’t do this! Not...not without protection.”

He stared down at her. “I’ve always used condoms. I’ve been tested recently. I’m clean. And you haven’t been with anyone for a long time, so I’m guessing you’re clean, too?” His eyes darkened. “Are you on contraception?”

She nodded. “I’m on the pill. Don’t worry; I won’t be having your baby.” Funny the little pang that caused deep inside. She cleared her throat, refocused. “And, yes, I am clean.”

“Good.” He exhaled roughly. “I want to feel you around me. I can’t imagine it any other way.” His fingers tightened hold, his dick jerking against her. “Tell me you want me bare, too.”

She swallowed hard, captivated by the stark need etched into his face. She’d daydreamed about him looking at her with this much passion and heat, but hadn’t imagined he’d give her so much pleasure first. She nodded. She trusted him implicitly. He’d never lied about being a player; he’d always been unfailingly honest.

A pulse in his jaw jerked. “I need to hear you to say it.”

“Fuck me, Galan! I might seriously scream if you don’t take me right here, right now, with nothing between us.”

He groaned, his neck corded as he thrust forward. Her head fell back, his forceful entry pushing the air from her lungs and cramping her inner muscles around his too-big shaft. But there was no going slowly, not now. Their urgent needs wouldn’t allow it.

He rocked harder and faster inside her, and she counterthrust, grinding against his shaft, even as she surrendered to the next lot of heat barreling through her in an unstoppable force. He bent and kissed her again, stealing her breath and giving it back, as his strokes grew even more forceful, pushing her into an ecstasy she’d half-expected would be out of her reach.

She shattered around him, crying his name against his lips, as her inner muscles contracted hard around him. His breath hissed at the pressure, his fingers digging into her ass seconds before his seed ejected hot and deep inside her.

She’d never been an orgasmic type of girl; they’d too often eluded her. Only her hand and dirty thoughts of Galan had brought her to orgasm most nights.

But nothing compared to...this.

Galan slumped over her, his brow against hers and his glittering eyes catching hers. “Stay with me tonight?” There was an odd note of vulnerability in his voice, a crack in his façade she wanted to further explore.

She’d seen too many women sashay into his private elevator, like they’d triumph in winning him over. The next morning those same women had stumbled, sated and mussy-haired, from the very same elevator. Never to return.

Layla intended to make the most of the night ahead and enjoy his lust while it lasted...before the real work began. Oh, she knew it wouldn’t be easy. Galan was a master at cutting off emotional ties before they’d even begun. But she had six months of temptation to work from. She blinked up at him. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said huskily.

If she’d expected his smile to falter, she was dead wrong. Warmth and something close to relief shone from his eyes, while his teeth gleamed white against the shadow of his dark bristles. He’d be a shave-every-day kind of man.

Then he merged his lips with hers in a kiss that was gentle and so tender her heart ached and her infatuation grew. Damn it. It’d wreck her if he walked away from her like he had so many others.

He finally pulled back, helping her to slide down until her stilettoed feet touched the ground and her wobbly legs somehow supported her. Not that it mattered. The moment he did up his fly, he bent and lifted her to his chest, carrying her out of the elevator.

She pressed her head against his shoulder, breathing in his salty-citrus tang and cherishing the feeling of being safe in his arms. His strength was effortless, his heartbeat strong and steady. She could only imagine how wonderful it’d be having this man’s arms around her every night.

She’d do everything in her power to make that happen. She caught a glimpse of the shared sitting room outside the elevator, with its huge tinted windows, leather lounges and chairs, as well as big leafy potted plants and a large screen television. There were two other doors tucked into their own alcoves that obviously led into Aiden’s and Liam’s penthouse apartments. Then Galan opened his door and stepped into his private domain.

As the door snapped shut behind them, she lifted her head to automated lights flicking on. She gazed openly at where he lived. She wouldn’t, couldn’t think about how many other women had seen this same apartment.

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