Except he wasn’t her boss any longer. He was no longer off-limits. Before she left town, before she went out and started the next big adventure in her life, she was having this one night with him.
The attraction had been there from the first moment. When he’d shaken her hand on her first day at Shark Gaming and Design, she’d felt the surge of awareness course through her entire body. But she’d shoved it down deep. She’d done her job. She’d been professional. Twenty-four, seven, she’d kept that professional veneer in place. All right, yes, so maybe she’d fantasized about him when—
He picked her up, hauling her from the past and into the very, very sensual present. Antony held her easily as he pinned her body between his and the wall. He was strong. So much stronger than she’d realized because of the suits he usually wore. Suits that hid the fact that the man had abs of steel. Guns for muscles. He was kissing a burning, make-me-melt path down her throat, and her legs rose to lock eagerly around his hips. Her dress had hiked up. Her high heels had fallen away.
There were still far too many clothes between her and Antony.
Ella didn’t want to slow down and think about what she was doing. If she thought too long, reality would raise its ugly head and she’d go over the dozens of reasons why they should not be jumping each other. No, she didn’t want reality. She wanted him.
One time. Just one. Before she disappeared from his life and moved to her new home.
“Got to make it…” His voice was deep. Rumbling. Sexy. “To the bedroom.”
One possibility. “Or you could fuck me right here.” Another choice.
A long shudder worked the length of his body. His cock pushed harder against the core of her body. She rubbed against him and loved it when he hissed out a breath.
His head lifted. His glasses were slightly lopsided on his nose. The sight almost made her smile. Would have, if his dark gaze hadn’t been filled with such stark and consuming lust.
“I’m trying…” Antony rumbled. “To hold on to my control.”
She leaned forward. Caught his lower lip. Nibbled. Licked it. Felt the tenseness that filled his body. “Why on earth…” Another lick. “Would you want to do that?”
He kissed her. Drove his tongue into her mouth and had her twisting eagerly against him. She didn’t know exactly how it happened, but they did manage to get to his bedroom. Soon they were in the darkness of that room, she was spread on the massive bed, and the lights from the city gleamed beyond the windows. Night was coming, and the mountains always made the night settle in a little heavier around Asheville, North Carolina.
He tossed aside his glasses. His clothes. Stood beside the bed all naked and strong. So many muscles. She wanted to touch and taste all of him. This was their night—their only night—and she wanted to savor every single moment.
But…
She was also about to go out of her mind. Ella shimmied and twisted and managed to ditch her dress. She was left wearing a white bra and panties. Hardly the sexiest thing she owned, but she hadn’t exactly realized her day was going to end this way. If she had, then Ella would have been better prepared.
Antony didn’t seem to care about how boring her underwear was. He put a knee on the bed. Leaned over her. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like. I’ll give everything to you.”
Her nails slid over his chest. “You’re what I want.”
He caught the straps of her bra. Slid then down. Threw the bra to the side moments later. Then his mouth was on her breast. Licking and sucking, and her hips were eagerly rocking against him. What did she like? What he was doing. She liked that. She’d love a whole lot more of that. Yes, yes. More.
His fingers trailed over her body. Down her stomach. Between her legs. Under the edge of her panties.
“You’re wet.”
She was. Guilty as charged. He was hard and thick, and desire was tearing her apart. Her breath was coming too fast. Her heart racing too quickly. He worked two fingers into her, and Ella’s body jerked beneath him.
“You feel so good,” he rasped.
Her hands were fisting the sheets. Yanking at them. Her body was tightening, and she was pretty sure her orgasm was about to slam into her. He’d barely touched her, her panties were still on, and Ella was so turned on that she felt like she’d explode at any moment. “Antony! I want you—now!”
“Baby…”
“Now!” She’d never felt this way. So intense. So desperate. So close to the edge. So fast.
He eased away. Fumbled with a bedside table, and she heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. The lamp flashed on, and she squinted against the light.
“Don’t worry. No one can see in up here. One way glass.”
She hadn’t even been mildly worried about that. She’d been watching him. But now she hurriedly lifted her hips and ditched her panties. She sent them flying somewhere. Ella didn’t care where they landed.
When he came back to her, she parted her legs and eagerly pulled him forward. He lodged his cock at the entrance to her body. His hands caught hers. Their fingers threaded together.
He stared into her eyes.
This was…intense. Deep. She could see so many different emotions swirling in his gaze, and Ella wondered what he was seeing as he stared at her. What if she was revealing too much? What if he was discovering too much? This was supposed to be just sex. A sensual and wicked night before she vanished. She couldn’t let him see how she really felt—
She arched toward him and took his cock inside of her.
There was no more time for long, intent stares. Passion blasted through them both. They heaved together. Thrust. Withdraw. Thrust. Faster and faster. His hand slid between their bodies. He worked her clit, and the orgasm that hit Ella was so powerful that she opened her mouth and screamed. She’d never screamed before during sex, but the release was just that good.
Too good. So good she couldn’t hold back. So good she had to scream his name.
He kept thrusting. Harder. Even deeper. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and drove into her again and again. A second orgasm built within her. From this angle, there was no holding back. There was only feeling and she felt—
Incredible.
The second climax slammed into her even as he stiffened against her. Antony growled her name, and her lashes lifted to see the pleasure swipe over his face. His gaze blazed. His body heaved against her. This time, she didn’t have the breath to scream with her release. The pleasure seemed to wreck her. But wreck her in an incredible, this-is-amazing kind of way.
Antony kissed her. Sensual. Demanding. “I will never get enough of you.” He was already getting thick inside of her again. “Never.”
***
She couldn’t find her panties. That was a problem, but Ella wasn’t going to waste precious time searching for them. A glance at the bedside clock told her it was four a.m. Antony usually woke up at five every day. That wake-up time was wired into him.
Before he woke up, she needed to get the hell out of his condo.
Staying the night had not been on the agenda. But…things had gone way past her control. They hadn’t had sex just once. Or even just twice. He’d taken her over and over again, as if he couldn’t get enough.
She’d been just as desperate.