“Then you don’t get my cock.” Slanting his head in challenge, he slid his hand down his abdomen and cupped himself over his pants.

Brett’s eyes widened, lips parting seductively. Waves of arousal rolled off her slender body, and his own body responded in fervor, his erection thickening beneath his palm.

It occurred to him that they’d gone from hi to spread your legs in five seconds flat, but that only made the whole encounter even hotter. She wasn’t there so they could talk about their days.

She was there so they could make each other come.

Her breathing grew labored as she watched him rub the bulge in his pants. Then, without a single word, she walked to the door and did precisely what he’d commanded.

AJ chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

He took a moment to admire the sexy-as-fuck picture she posed. Dark hair cascading down her back, high-heeled boots firmly planted on the ground, tight buttocks jutting out toward him.

Licking his lips, he came up behind her and cupped her bottom. Her flesh quivered beneath his palms, and when he squeezed, her entire body jerked. Chuckling again, he kept one hand on her ass and moved the other up to her breasts. He dipped his fingers beneath the neckline of her bodice and hissed through his teeth when he made contact with one naked breast. Christ, she hadn’t been kidding about not wearing bras. His head spun like a carousel at the realization that she’d been buck naked underneath her dress.

AJ leaned in and brushed his lips over her ear. “Did you think about me when you were at work today?”

“Yes.” Her voice was soft, shaky.

“Did you think about me touching you?”

“Yes.”

He caressed her ass cheeks, then moved one finger between the crease and glided it lower, until the pad of it toyed with her opening. Moisture surrounded him. Holy hell. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into that hot, wet paradise.

“Did you think about me?” She twisted her head, bold curiosity gleaming in those amazing brown-black eyes.

A thrill shot up his spine. Each time this woman looked at him, he got the feeling she was actually seeing him. Him, and not the man he tried to be half the time. There was something seriously exciting about that. Something dark and erotic and unbelievably freeing.

“Well, did you?” she demanded when he didn’t respond.

“Every fucking second.”

He slipped the tip of his finger into her core and enjoyed the way she whimpered.

“I thought about doing this,” he rasped.

He pushed his finger deeper inside her.

“And this.”

He fingered her slowly.

“And this.”

He increased the tempo, pumping hard enough to make her cry out.

“I’ve been walking around with a hard-on all day, thinking about all the things I want to do to this sweet pussy.”

To prove it, he pressed his groin against her ass and rotated his hips, letting her feel every hard inch of him.

She moaned. “You’re such a tease.”

“Am I?” he said mockingly. “Hmmm. Does that mean you want me to stop?”

Brett cursed as he abruptly withdrew his finger. She spun around, a mixture of passion and agony flashing in her eyes. “I want you inside me.”

Despite the incessant throbbing of his cock, AJ managed a reckless grin. “Good. Because that’s exactly where I want to be.”

He nudged her back into position, idly toying with her clit as he reached into his pocket for the condom he’d stashed there. He didn’t take off his pants, just shoved them low enough to free his cock and then eased the blunt head into her opening. No foreplay needed—she was wetter than ever, so visibly aroused AJ knew she was more than ready for him.

He gripped her hips with both hands and plunged inside, filling her to the hilt. Pleasure crashed into him, the sensation so intense he swayed on his feet and had to take a second to blink through the black dots swimming in his vision.

Holy hell. He’d never felt anything like this before. Fierce need, acute pleasure. And, oddly enough, a sense of peace. He didn’t have to wear the good-guy mask with Brett. He could take her right here against this door, and to hell with anyone on the other side of it.

He shuddered when she wiggled her ass in an attempt to thrust backward against him. “Fuck me,” she pleaded hoarsely. “Please.”

His pulse sped up. So did his tempo. With every thrust and retreat of his hips, he drove deeper and harder inside her, giving in to the primal urge to claim her. Their heavy breathing and the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the air, a wicked soundtrack to their wicked joining.

AJ dug his fingers into her hips and sealed their bodies tighter together. “Fuck. Feels so damn good,” he choked out, his head falling in the crook of her neck.