“Now you’re talking realism,” Sully says. “Except Sears is defunct.”

“And another dream dies,” Troy says.

We resume the rundown, reviewing the plan for tonight’s cocktail party, which is taking the place of a rehearsal dinner. When we’re done, I head home to get ready, and at seven fifteen, my phone rings with Truly’s name blasting across it. Odd. I didn’t expect her to arrive till seven thirty. “Hey, minx.”

“I’m early. Want to let me in so I can finish what you didn’t let me start last night?”

40

She eyes me from head to toe. “You in that suit. That sexy tailored suit. Yes. That’s what I want.”

I slide my hand down the wine-red tie. “You want to suck my cock while I’m in this suit?”

She gazes at me like a lioness ready to pounce. “I absolutely do.”

I undo my belt, taking my sweet time, loving that she came to play. I want to give her everything she wants, in and out of the bedroom. And in the bedroom, she likes the dirty talk. “Then far be it from me to deny you. Do it now. Suck me hard and good, just the way I like it.”

“As if I’d do it any other way.” She points to my couch. “Sit. Take out that cock. I know you’re hard already.”

“I was hard the second I saw your name on my phone.” I sit, unzipping my trousers, then pushing down my briefs. “Get on the floor. I want you on your knees.”

She licks her lips, hikes up her black dress, and drops between my legs. No foreplay. No kissing. No need for that. I offer her my cock, and she takes it, dipping her mouth to my length, swirling her tongue across the head.

I groan, electricity crackling over my skin from that first touch of her miraculous tongue. She licks the underside then back up, her fist wrapping tightly around the base.

“Don’t tease me. Just suck it.”

She shoots me a settle down look. “So impatient. Maybe I want to lavish attention all over your dick.”

She hums as she wraps her lips around the head, and I nearly lose my mind. A jolt of lust surges down my body as I stare at her. My Truly, the woman I’m desperate for, has my dick between her glossy lips and is teasing the fuck out of me.

“Maybe I want to come all over those pretty red lips,” I say, since two can play at this. Because the tease, the way we tango, is part of who we are, how we connect, in the bedroom and out.

“I bet you’d like to come all over me,” she whispers naughtily, tugging at the neckline of her black dress, pulling it all the way down, then back up, giving me a tantalizing peek at her breasts. I’m aching for her. She’s only been in my place for a few minutes, and she’s already torturing me in the most exquisite way, as she grips tighter and squeezes the base, sucking deliciously on the tip.

“You’re killing me,” I groan as my skin sizzles.

She lets go. “Would you rather I stop?”

My eyes widen, and I breathe out hard, grabbing her face, meeting that naughty, naughty gaze. “Please,” I ask, because I’m not above begging.

“Please what? Please stop?”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop for another second. I want to fuck your perfect mouth. I need to come between these sexy, decadent lips so damn soon.”

Her smile spreads, slow and dirty, as she answers me by taking me in and drawing me deep. My pulse throbs everywhere. Pleasure careens through my body. My fingers curl around her skull, moving her head, finding a rhythm.

She looks magnificent, such a dirty beauty, such a gorgeous, seductive woman. She knows what she wants. She radiates sexual confidence, and it turns me on more than anything ever has. She’s a woman who knows her own mind and her body. She gives and she takes, and she takes and she gives. And right now, she’s giving me the best blow job of my life.

I’m burning up with desire for her, watching her lips slide up and down, feeling her tongue flick over my shaft. It’s a blow job, but fuck, it feels like so much more. It feels like the most intense pleasure given by the person—the only person—I want to give it to me.

I thrust up into her mouth, starting to lose myself to these wicked sensations.

But I don’t want to get lost in her mouth. I want to get lost in her.

“I need to get inside you. I need to fuck you right now.”

She lets go, gazes up with hooded eyes, and nods. “Yes, you do. Because I will be a desperate wreck all night if you don’t.”

I take her hand, pull her up, and take her to the back of the couch. “Bend over. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.”

She pulls up her dress to her waist, and I yank down her knickers, a rumble working its way up my chest at the sight of her boot-camped booty. “Such a perfect ass.” I smack her cheek, and she yelps, then wiggles, asking for more.

I give it to her, swatting the other cheek before I reach for my wallet and roll on a condom. I rub my cock against her heat, and I slide inside, shuddering from the sheer intensity.

“I want to spend all night making you feel good,” I groan, bending my chest over her back, gripping her hair. “But we have to go soon. So I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. But know this—I’ve never wanted anyone this much, this intensely.”

“I want you too. So much.”

“And even when I’m fucking you like the clock is ticking, you’ve got to know I don’t want it to end.”

She turns her face, her blue eyes fierce as she meets my gaze. “I don’t want it to end either.”

Maybe we’re both saying other things, meaning other things. But now’s not the time to figure that out. Now is the time for hot, dirty fucking.

That’s what I do, pumping into her, filling her. Thrusting hard, deep. Gripping her.

She moans and groans, pants and cries out, and our noises mingle. Sliding a hand between her legs, I touch her where she wants me most.

She trembles beautifully beneath me, her back arching, her hands clasping the furniture as if she’s holding on for life. “You like it when I do all the work,” I murmur.

“Love it, fucking love it.”

“So do I. Love it this way with you. Love it every way with you.”

Words cease, and grunts and growls take over. Slaps of flesh. Bodies pressing together.

Until she cries out, incoherent as she flies into blissful oblivion.

It doesn’t take me long to follow her over the cliff as I come hard inside her, loving everything, absolutely everything, about the way she makes me feel.

I wrap my arms around her, unable to resist kissing her. I brush my lips to her cheeks, against her hair and the shell of her ear. “You’re spectacular.”

“And you’re going to look less than spectacular in that suit if we don’t get out of here soon.”

We clean up quickly, straightening dress and suit, hair and lipstick. Then we leave, and in the elevator of my building, I take her hand.

That’s all.