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“Never been worn.” Thank everything. Mine. So freaking mine. I bite down her neck slightly and watch as the goosebumps appear on her arm. I love that. She backs up to me, and her ass is up against my pretty unrelenting hard cock.

“You were going to try and get laid tonight?” I want to punish her a bit. She didn’t know I was in town. She put on my lingerie for someone else.

“A room of smart, wealthy, artistic humanitarians, a one-night stand was my plan. It was time to have sex with someone who isn’t you.” I move my hands down to the side of her ass and squeeze. She sucks in a breath. Where the fuck is this elevator?

“How’s that plan going?” I say into her neck.

“Better than expected.” I laugh, and finally, the elevator arrives. It’s full, and I place her directly in front of me. She backs up into my insistent cock and arches her back a little. I’m in her ear.

“Let’s spend the next twelve hours not thinking about the consequences.” She nods. “Let’s fuck each other raw. Do all the things we know the other one likes.”

“Like a greatest hits album,” she offers up.

“Or a closing movie montage.” Apt metaphor. “You realize this is our first one-night stand.” Her gorgeous eyes look over her shoulder at me, and I’m broken. I’m broken wide open, seeing all of the lust, pain, and love flood into my eyes.

She says quietly, “I guess that’s right. Before, there were always possibilities and promise built-in.” That might be the most painful thing she’s ever said or done to me. There’s a finality to it that, if I’m going to fucking survive her, I need to hear. Perhaps Mikey’s dumbass plan isn’t about getting us together, but getting us over each other. The smell of her is concentrated in the elevator. I flip back to the carnal parts of myself. The emotion is too much right now. She backs into me, and my cock reminds her of what tonight is all about. I consciously dial down the heart and soul of this situation and focus on her tight gorgeous ass.

The door isn’t even closed, and we’re attached. Her lips pushing hard and soft against mine. Our tongues fucking each other’s mouths in perfect unison. My hands go back to just below her ass, and then I find my way inside the slit of her skirt. She’s undoing my tie and shirt. This skirt is keeping me from seeing my birthday present. I may have given it to her, but it was always for me.

“I’m going to need to see this now.” I snap the garter against her thigh, and she gasps. But her gasp turns into a moan in my mouth. I snap it again. I kiss her, licking the inside of her mouth and then that spot on her neck that drives her insane. Her well-manicured hands with the sexy red nail polish travel to my belt. She removes it and begins to unbutton my pants, but not before sliding her hand over my hard as hell cock. And now it’s my turn to moan into her mouth. She continues to undress me and scoots my pants down off my hips while kissing my chest. I step out of them and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder and then depositing her onto the bed. She’s still dressed. I sit on the edge of the bed. Her blush-colored dress mirroring the color of her cheeks. The slit revealing the light sheen of hose. I look at her, and there’s a desperate hunger in her eyes. I can only assume she sees it reflected in mine. “Strip. Slowly.” I take out my cock and stroke it. She stares and licks her lips. “Now,” I demand, and her cheeks flush further.

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Tess

This fucking man. So sexy, so possessive and domineering. Intelligent, funny, cunning, caring, and inventive in bed. So perfect in so many fucking ways. My time machine would take me to the night he met Charlotte. I’d throw myself at him, saving him from her cycle of codependence and cruelty. I’d bar her from destroying his heart so that I could have all of it. I’m staring at him, and he’s hot and hard. I slowly begin unzipping my dress on the side. But then I decide to willingly disobey him. That’s been fun in the past. Perhaps if I play it right, he’ll punish me most deliciously.

He removes his hand from his dick, and I seize it. I’m fully dressed, hair done, shoes on. I unbutton the top of my dress so he has something to look at. I grab a couple of pillows off the bed and kneel down.

He shakes his head. “No, let me see you.”

“But, sir, it’s not that kind of night. You don’t get to request things. You said I’m to do things you like.” I lick the tip before taking it into my mouth.

His voice is ragged and throaty, “Tess. If you suck me off, then I can’t fuck you into the mattress right now.” His insanely, dirty talk has me work a little harder. My hand stroking behind my mouth and taking him deeper and deeper. I stop before he’s about to come. I can feel him getting close, so I stand up in front of him. His eyes are popping out of his head. He reaches for me, and I take a step back.

“Stay.” I unbutton the rest of the dressy blouse, and it falls open just a bit. He scoots back on the bed a bit and strokes himself. It’s ridiculously hot that I can do that to him without touching him. He’s insanely hard again, and then he stops himself.

I reach for the zipper on the side of my dress, and suddenly, he’s behind me. He’s kissing my neck again and goes to his knees. He rips my skirt up the back from the slit, and my body reacts to his aggression. I’m so wet for him. “I’ll replace it.”

He kisses the top of my ass and turns me around. “Fuck me. This is the fucking sexiest thing. It was made for you.” I smile. It is gorgeous lingerie, and it makes me feel sensual and confident. He stands and takes my face in his hands. We’re staring at each other like we did before our first kiss. The intensity is almost too great. “Tess. I need something to not obsess.”

“What?”

“I have to take this with me.”

“Take what?”

He’s completely earnest. “Your lingerie.” I laugh at him. And I kiss him sweetly, the one thing I didn’t want to do tonight. I didn’t want any emotion or sweetness, but I guess that’s impossible, considering I’m still hopelessly in love with him.

“They’re yours, after all. I need to know you won’t give them to someone else.” His hands are caressing all of me as we stand there. I can feel him staring at each curve, mole, and dimple, cataloging it for prosperity. I’m looking at the lines around his eyes that are new, and I push away the sadness that I won’t know how or why he gets new ones. I push away the melancholy and kiss him while he removes my bra and the remaining tatters of my skirt.

“You do know that I’m going to need you to leave the garter and heels on.”

“Of course.”

His hands take my breasts, and he rolls and pinches my nipples between his fingers. His mouth finds one, and he runs his tongue around the edges of my nipple, but not brushing the top of it. I rub my legs together, needing relief already. I hold the top of his head and arch into his mouth. I move slightly, trying to get his tongue on top of my hard nipple. He spins me around and smacks my ass with a satisfying and stimulating crack. My breath hitches as pleasure floods every part of me. Then he flicks my nipple, and the sensation is overwhelming. He wants me to be present with him. Think of nothing but this moment. Somehow, he knows I’m thinking of time traveling and where my lingerie will end up.

He speaks as his breath runs over the top of my wet, straining nipple, and I moan. “Everything I said in the elevator was a stupid idea. Let’s just play. Let’s play with each other until we’re so spent there’s nothing left. Let me worship you and remind you of how good we are together.”