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  Each powerful pump of his hips, each time his cock drives in deeper into this wet heat, each breathless gasp I make, each hungry groan that he makes, and I’m falling, going over the edge.

  There is nothing to hold onto.

  Nothing except him.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pressure in my core tightens, round and round, a feverish spiral and my eyes pinch shut as my body pitches over the edge. I clutch him hard. “Brayson!”

  My words turn into a garbled mess as the orgasm crashes into me. The elevator echoes with our feral sounds and my head goes back, staring at the ceiling.

  He’s coming now too, such a primal groan pouring out of him. Nothing has ever sounded sexier than this as he grunts into my neck, his forehead hot and sweaty against my skin. He slows down his thrusts, then comes to a still, the pulse in his throat pounding against the pulse in mine as we both collect our shaky breath.

  Time slows down. Stops. Then he pulls back and gives me a lazy, sated grin.

  “Anytime you want to take an elevator ride, just let me know,” he says.

  I grin back at him, feeling so damn high. “Believe me, I will.”

  I nearly laugh. I’ve never felt so good. So free. So wild! I hardly recognize myself.

  Me, Brandy Cooper, just got screwed in her elevator by a famous hockey player!

  I’m freaking delirious.

  He carefully pulls out and then, with utmost care, gently lowers me to the ground. The elevator shakes a bit.

  I manage to pull up my thong and jeans as he zips up his. His face is flushed, his eyes shining with satisfaction. I can’t believe he was just inside me.

  He holds up the condom. “I’m afraid I’ll have to come into your apartment still, to dispose of this.” He punches the stop button and the elevator springs back to life with a lurch.

  “Like I’d let you go that easily,” I tease him.

  That was only the beginning.

  There’s no turning back now.

  And suddenly, that thought is very, very scary.

  Just what am I getting into?

  CHAPTER NINE

  Brayson

  I can’t even think.

  Even though it entered my mind earlier, the last thing I thought was that I would actually make the elevator stop. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her right there, right then.

  Luckily, she felt the same. That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had and we’ve only just stepped into her apartment and suddenly I want it all over again.

  But first I have to dispose of the condom and then Brandy is grabbing the leash. “Sorry,” she says to me, her eyes bright from the orgasm, her cheeks beautifully pink. “I have to walk Charlie Dog before disaster strikes.”

  The scruffy dog gives me a pathetic look and I realize the poor mutt needs to do his business. “I’ll come with you,” I tell her, though I’m unsure how I’ll keep my hands off her when I’m practically ready to go again. She felt so soft, wet and sweet, there’s no way I’ll get through the rest of the night without taking her again.

  Then again, the dog is pretty protective. We get back in the elevator and take him down the block and back again and every time I have a salacious thought about Brandy, the dog gives me a look like he knows what I’m thinking.

  Thankfully it doesn’t take long before we’re back in the apartment and Brandy is getting us some beer from the fridge. Maybe it’s the way she’s leaning across the table as we sit down, her breasts hanging out of her top, but I’m overtaken by the urge to have her again. And this time, take my time.

  I manage to drink half the beer before I get up and start stripping.

  “What are you doing?” she asks me, though I can tell from the gleam in her eyes that she doesn’t mind the view at all. I work hard for this body and the look on her face is telling me that it’s worth it.

  “Getting naked. What are you doing?” My cock juts out in front of me and her eyes widen at the sight, as if I wasn’t just inside her a half hour ago. “Hey you can keep staring as long as you start stripping. Take it all off.”

  “Now?”

  I give her a look. I guess I’ll give her a hand.

  But as I walk toward her across the room, the blood inside me runs hot and thick and by the time I reach her I’m insatiable. I grab her face in my hands and kiss her hard until we’re moving back toward the wall.

  We thump hard against the bookcase, books dropping off the shelf. I rip her bra down, my mouth going for her luscious breast. Charlie Dog takes a sudden interest in us, and I’m terrible because I couldn’t care about anything right now except for Brandy. I don’t care if the dog watches.

  But even as I’m taking her nipple into my mouth, holding it between my teeth until she’s gasping and grabbing me by the back of my neck, I know I can’t do a thing to her until Charlie Dog is out of sight.

  “Do you mind?” I mumble against her wet mouth. “If the dog goes elsewhere?”

  “No,” she says breathlessly, breaking away and bringing Charlie Dog to the bedroom where she shuts him in there. I especially like that she’s down for a fuck right here instead of the bedroom. The elevator wasn’t a fluke. She’s a wild one.

  She comes back to me, looking perfectly mused up. “Okay I think he’s--,” she starts but I kiss her before she can continue, taking off her bra and helping get rid of her jeans and underwear until she’s naked.

  I grab her arms and move with her backward over to the couch where I push her down on it, her breasts jiggling as she falls back on the cushions.

  “Fuck me,” I mutter, taking my cock out and giving it a long hard stroke as I stare down at her. She stares up at me with wide, nervous eyes, her lips parted, her golden shiny hair across her face. Her nipples are hard, tiny pink peaks against the fullness of her breasts. Her torso leads smoothly to her hips and soft thighs that just beg for me to dig my teeth into them.

  The flash of sweet pink between her legs.

  “I’ll do more than that,” she says, pivoting around so she’s on all fours on the couch, prowling toward me. “I didn’t forget what you said about my mouth.”

  This woman is too good to be true.

  I move closer to the couch while she gets on her knees and reaches up for my cock, slowly wrapping her fingers around it. The pressure reverberates along every inch of me, and I let out a harsh groan, the desire slamming into me.

  “Use your tongue, slowly,” I tell her, my words coming out thick.

  She flashes me a wicked smile before slowly sticking out her tongue and licking around the dark, swollen tip. My head goes back and my eyes close, giving into the feeling, even though I desperately want to maintain eye contact with her and watch her do this to me.

  This…this is heaven.

  Her tongue slides down the bottom of my shaft and everything inside me tenses. I’ve never felt like this, this white-hot blistering lust that penetrates every last nerve. The tension inside me builds and builds and when I finally open my eyes, practically panting, her big eyes glance up at me with excitement. With her hair spilling around her lightly tanned shoulders, she looks like a damn goddess that men would pray to.

  Only she’s no deity. She’s real. This feeling is more than real as she takes me into her mouth. Her lips feel just as wet and plush as her cunt did earlier in the elevator. I make a fist in her hair, tugging on it just enough for her eyes to widen, and she sucks me harder in response. It would be so easy to just come hard down the back of her throat and watch her swallow me all up. Every last drop.

  But I won’t come now. I want to be inside her again, to feel every hot squeeze of her around me.

  “Hold on,” I pant, pulling back. My cock pops out of her shiny mouth. “Turn around,” I tell her.

  She does as I command, and I grab her hips, tugging her back into me, teasing the crack of her ass with my glistening cock. I think back to the fantasy I had earlier when she answered her door before our date.

  I need a condom. I only
brought one. Didn’t think I’d be this lucky. “Don’t move.” I stand up. “Where are your condoms? The bathroom?”

  She nods and makes a low sound of anticipation. I quickly walk to the bathroom and grab a packet of condoms out of the drawer, heading right back. She hasn’t moved an inch.

  “Good girl,” I tell her, and she wiggles her full ass in response. As I tear open the silver foil, I lean over and take a teasing bite of her butt cheek.

  “Ow,” she exclaims.

  “Sorry,” I mutter, not sorry at all. I lick and kiss over the bite marks, making her relax, before sheathing the thin latex on, unfurling it to the end. I want to know how wet and eager she is, so I part her cheeks and stroke my fingertip over her cunt, and I’m nearly salivating over how slick she is. I push my finger into that tight pink hole and bite my lip at how she holds me. Snug. Her breath hitches and she lets out a breathless moan that unravels me.

  Suddenly the urge, the raw need to be inside her takes over, and I’m nearly trembling at the hunger pulsing through me. This animalistic, primal drive that surprises me. First in the elevator, now here. She’s not just Brandy, she’s this gorgeous creature I need to claim, to take rough and hard and fast until I can’t remember my name. I need her everywhere, all the time.

  Without realizing it, I’ve pushed another finger inside her, rubbing her eagerly, feeling her swell around me.

  “Brayson,” she moans, her head down, her hair over her face as she breathes heavily, her body pressing back into me, wanting more. “You’re so, so good.”

  Her desperate words flick on a switch inside.

  I have to get inside her.

  Right fucking now.

  I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste – sweet, just as I thought – as I hold my heavy shaft in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.

  But a few inches are enough to make my jaw clench, trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s so hot and slippery and tight as a fist that I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides. I want to be gentle with her – I can see the bruises from her fall last night on her shoulder – but I’m not sure how long I can be. The rougher the better.

  Against the wall in the elevator was one thing, but here, with her on her couch on all fours, my cock buried halfway into that sweet little hole of hers, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long.

  As long as she comes first. I want her writhing and panting and screaming my name. She needs it, deserves it. I want to rock her world in a way she’ll never forget. It’s never mattered so much to me.

  “You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappears into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me.”

  “You’re a dirty talker,” she gasps. “Filthy.”

  “Damn right I am,” I hiss through my teeth. “You’re not so bad yourself. You know how much I love it when you say that word.”

  “Dirty?”

  I moan in response. It sounds so hot coming from her.

  I pull out in a slow slide, trying to control my pace, my breath, and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious.

  But she doesn’t want caution. She arches her back into me and I slip myself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt. She stretches around me with a loud gasp, so snug and wet as I roll my hips against her ass. I’m lightheaded, breathless, and the fire inside me builds, licking me until I’m burning for her.

  “Fuck me,” she cries out. “Harder!”

  God. I’m just an animal now.

  I growl as I slam myself into her until she’s hugging every throbbing inch. She’s yelling my name and I hear nothing but my blood rushing through my head as I bury myself deep inside her. My hips thrust into her, hammering in this driving rhythm.

  Before I grow entirely selfish, I reach beneath her hips, trying to stroke her clit, so swollen and slick, but I’m pumping so hard into her that it’s nearly impossible.

  I lean forward, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her back. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Come with me.” It’s more of a command than anything else.

  She braces herself on one arm and reaches back, and I straighten up, my hands splayed wide around her waist, gripping her harder and harder as I pound into her with wild abandon.

  She’s moaning, then screaming my name and swearing, and I don’t hold back. With a guttural groan, I come, the pleasure ripping through me, turning me inside out. I swear and cry out, my cum blasting into the condom as I go into some mindless, hypersensitive state. In this moment, I’m without thought or self-awareness—I’m just an animal, fucking.

  I come back down to earth slowly, trying not to collapse onto her soft, gorgeous body. I place my hands on the ripe cheeks of her ass, leaning on them to keep myself up as I try to catch my breath. My skin is damp with sweat, burning hot, and I feel absolutely boneless. She’s still pulsing around me softly, as if she’s trying to milk every last bit out of me.

  She’s panting too, her back rising and falling, having collapsed into the couch with her ass in the air. She turns her head to the side, her face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and completely sated.

  Slowly, my head heavy, I grab hold of the condom at the base of my cock and pull out. I tie it into a knot and get up, tossing it into the garbage in the kitchen. My legs feel weak and I have to get a drink of water from the sink, filling up a glass for Brandy as well.

  I hand it to her as she sits up, completely natural with me for a moment before she gets self-conscious about her body, trying to shield it from my view.

  “Don’t,” I tell her, making sure she can hear the gravity in my voice. “I think you’re absolutely perfect.”

  She stares at me in disbelief and finishes her glass of water just as I hear a bark from the bedroom.

  “Guess your pup has had enough. I wonder if he’s been barking the whole time.”

  “Honestly, I haven’t been paying attention to anything that’s going on.”

  She gets up and I watch her walk over to the door to let out Charlie Dog. I want to slow down time and watch her naked hips swing from side to side but she quickly disappears inside her bedroom and when she comes back out, she’s got a robe wrapped around her, covering herself up.

  I’m disappointed. I wanted to stare at her body all night. How silly it is for her to be self-conscious when she looks like a goddess. I guess it’s up to me to get her to see what I see.

  And that will take time. Not only time, but many more dates. Suddenly the fact that I’m with Brandy for the sake of my reputation and career seems unimportant. What is important is her.

  She’s blindsided me.

  “What?” she asks me, leaning against the door to the bedroom.

  “What?” I ask, slipping my clothes back on.

  “You were looking at me strangely.” There’s vulnerability in her voice, glowing in her eyes. I wonder if this meant something to her, too.

  I shake my head. “I just don’t think you realize how beautiful you really are.”

  Her mouth briefly twitches into a half-smile but then it disappears. Her face looks hardened. “You don’t have to say that stuff anymore.”

  I cock my head at her. “What do you mean?”

  She shrugs. “I think we both needed to blow off some steam. But let’s not make it out to be more than what this is.”

  My heart thumps loudly and I feel my defenses raising. “What is this, then?”

  “You know,” she says, looking away. “You wanted to pretend you had a girlfriend, you wanted to be seen with me. That happened. The sex was just a bonus right.”

  I f
rown. I can feel her pulling back from me and quickly. Moments earlier she was in the throes of an orgasm and I could see her being real and vulnerable and pure. Something has scared her. And if I’m not careful, it’s going to scare me.

  I take in a deep breath. “I never planned on the sex, Brandy. It just happened. I’m glad it did and I want it to happen again. What’s wrong with that?”

  She shakes her head and walks over to her half-drunk beer, turning the bottle over in her hands. “I just have a hard time believing you.”

  Ouch. “Why?”

  She glances at me, looking pained. “Because you’re you. You’re famous. Gorgeous. You have women lined up around the block. I saw the way they all looked at you. It’s the way I know I look at you too.”

  “Brandy.” I sigh. “I told you at the bar that I’m getting tired of that. That maybe I want something more, someone different. Someone like you.”

  “I thought you were just trying to get laid.”

  “I was just being honest as you were with me. And guess what, we did get laid. But I’m still here. And until you tell me to leave, I’m not going anywhere.” Shit. I hadn’t really planned on this being difficult in any way. But how can Brandy not think that everything I’m doing and saying is just for the sake of my reputation?

  I walk over to her and put my hand at the back of her neck, massaging her warm skin, my lips at her ear. She stiffens beside me. “I know you think I’m not being honest, but I am. For the first time in a long time. I like you. A lot. More than I thought possible. I know we got together today out of necessity, but going forward, I want to see you and be with you because I want to. Because you’re Brandy Cooper and damn if you haven’t bewitched me.”

  She turns her head until my lips are almost against hers. “You mean that?”

  I nod. “Let me show you again.”

  I kiss her and then grab her hand and lead her into the bedroom, shutting Charlie Dog in the living room.

  As she lies down on the bed, the robe opening and showcasing her lush body, I can only hope that she’ll give me a chance to prove her wrong.