His mouth crushed mine, demolishing my protests before they could form. He kept me close as we moved outside, his lips never leaving mine until we reached the waiting vehicle.
The door closed behind us, cocooning us in leather and darkness. I broke away only long enough to ask, “Did you stage the blackout to kidnap me?”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “I wish I had. I merely took advantage of opportunity.” He lowered his head again, his lips brushing mine.
I kissed him back even as my mind screamed that this was wrong.
“This has to be the last time,” I insisted against his mouth, crossing a line I’d sworn never to cross again.
“The last time.” His words ghosted across my skin.
Then his hands slid to the straps of my dress, yanking them down roughly to bare my breasts before he buried his face between them. His lips and tongue devoured the soft swells, sucking greedily on my nipples, nipping and laving until I moaned for more.
The car came to a stop too soon. Aris pulled back, his breathing ragged as he helped me adjust my dress.
We crossed the lobby with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. The elevator doors had barely closed before he had me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine again.
The ride up seemed endless, our kisses growing more desperate with each passing floor.
When the elevator finally opened directly into his apartment, we tumbled inside. The lights illuminated luxurious furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering Athens skyline.
My heels sank into the thick carpet as I took in the elegant space, but all I could focus on was the massive bed dominating the room.
Aris braced me against the wall and dropped to his knees, lifting my flowing skirt. When he discovered my thigh-high stockings, he cursed in Greek.
He dug his fingers into the material and began tearing it off. Every rip sent jolts of excitement through me.
When he finally had my legs bare and my shoes off, his lips traced a blazing path along my calf. His tongue dragged up my inner thigh before he reached where I needed him most.
A stifled cry escaped me, and I grabbed his head as he gripped my hips, holding me still.
“Aris—” His name broke on a moan when his mouth finally closed over my mound. He didn’t tease. Didn’t hesitate. He devoured my pussy while his free hand rose to pinch my nipple through the fabric of my gown.
I came with a choked cry, my back arching off the wall as he lifted my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider. His fingers dug into my ass, holding me in place while his tongue worked me through every tremor.
When he finally rose, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction, the wall around my heart gave way.
I loved him.
The thought slammed into my consciousness. This wasn’t just physical. It hadn’t been for weeks.
“Fuck.” I grabbed his face, kissing him hard, tasting the truth I couldn’t speak aloud. The flavor made my head spin.
He fumbled with the zipper of my gown, letting it pool at my feet while my hands were already at his belt. The fabric whispered against the carpet as I stepped free, naked except for the gold bracelet still clinging to my wrist.
Aris shoved his pants down enough to free his cock. It was thick and flushed, the tip already beading. I sank to my knees and took him in until my throat fluttered around his length.
He let out a harsh, guttural rasp, his fingers tangling in my hair as I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back slowly. I took him again. Deeper. The way he liked it.
His hips jerked, his control fraying with every wet, obscene sound I made. When his thighs tensed, I didn’t stop; I swallowed around him as he came with a curse. I swallowed every salty drop.
Aris stepped back, his gaze never leaving mine while he undressed. The jacket hit the floor, followed by his cufflinks. He unbuttoned his crisp white shirt one by one, revealing the powerful expanse of his inked chest.
Despite having seen it numerous times before, my breath held at the sight of the intricate tattoos swirling across his shoulders and arms, and continuing down one muscled leg. He was a masterpiece of strength and sin, and for one more night, he was all mine.
Before I could verbalize my appreciation, he was on me, pulling me toward the bed. The cool sheets hit my skin as he flipped me onto my back, but did nothing to temper the heat of his body as he loomed over me.
His hands slid under my knees before he pushed my legs up and back, folding me nearly in half. The stretch was delicious; the vulnerability intoxicating. His cock pressed against my entrance, and I arched into him with a whimper.
