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I tear my mouth from Nia’s. We breathe hard together as I scan the room. “Bed?”

“Futon.” She points to an area behind a dressing screen at the back.

I nod and take her mouth again, along with five ground-eating steps to the comfortably rumpled gray surface.

As I lay her down, I grab the sash securing her robe in my fist. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Do you want me inside you?”

She gives me a jerky nod. “Now.”

God, is this actually happening? Three days ago, Nia was the ideal assistant. Right now, she’s my ultimate fantasy.

Breath sawing, I rip her robe open. She’s completely bare. I appreciate the generous curves and shadowed valleys of her body while I tackle my zipper. The instant my cock springs free, I take myself in hand and align my aching crest against her silky, slick opening. “Last chance. Or I’m going to fuck you.”

Nia wraps her thighs around me and presses kisses up my neck. “Hurry.”

Normally, I’d debate the wisdom of this decision long and hard. I’d make a pro-and-con list, study my options from every angle, then choose the most logical conclusion for the desired outcome. Tonight, the primal part of me has stripped my brain down to its base functions. I don’t care anymore if this isn’t smart, if I’m being irrational, or if I’ll regret the hell out of this.

I need Nia Wright now.

I grip her hips in my fevered hands, seize her lips, then thrust into her like I’ll die if I don’t feel her around me. Because I will.

And as I submerge myself inside her, Nia takes every inch. I let out a long, tortured groan, straining to surge as deep as I can. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as pleasure bombards me. How the fuck did I not realize until this moment how perfect she would feel, all soft and welcoming around me?

Then I’m not thinking anything because Nia arches and cries out, breaking our kiss to gasp and toss her head back. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her pussy clamps down.

“You’re tight,” I growl.

“You’re filling and stretching me. It burns. Oh, damn. Yes…”

Under me, she gyrates and sways, her hips rocking back, sliding the tight paradise of her pussy up my sizzling length until only the head of my cock is bathed in her heat.

I clench my jaw, bare my teeth. Anything less than buried balls deep is unacceptable.

“Don’t,” I warn, shoving my hands under her, digging my fingers in her ass, and spreading her wider for me.

“What?” The way she pants the word screws with my brain and plays tricks on my overloaded libido.

“Don’t try to get away from me. It’s too late for that.”

Then I pull her closer with all my strength and I drive inside her, thrusting deeper than before. I barge into a spot far inside her depths, and she keens again. Her nails dig harder.

“That’s so good,” she pants in my ear. “Hell, yes.”

Her words encourage me, but her body shifts away from me once more, until she’s almost dislodged me from her tight clasp. In some corner of my brain, I realize she’s prodding me to move with her, to thrust in and out and generate friction between us until we reach a cataclysmic end. But the primal urges of my body are telling me to plunge as deep as possible, hold tight, and stay there until the end of time.

I take her mouth again, biting her bottom lip as I squeeze her derrière and push my way back inside her. The nip leads to a press of lips. Her taste lures me deeper, so I force my way into her mouth. Not that she fights me. No, she welcomes me with more animal sounds and a seductive swirl of her tongue.

I think we’ve come to a mutually satisfying position when she starts wriggling in my grasp again, trying to put distance between us.

“Goddamn it,” I hiss.

“Move with me, Evan. Slide in and out. I want to feel every amazing inch of you against me.”

When she puts it like that, I want that. I want it right now. And don’t I want to see her come? Yes. I have to see her face, feel her grip, hear her cries—and know I made her unravel for me.