“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, his fingers sliding low to penetrate me from behind. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I want to get my cock right there. You want it?”

“Yes.” I looked up, meeting his eyes, and he grabbed my jaw roughly with one hand.

“Say please.”

My core muscles clenched. “Please.”

He kissed me hard, and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, felt the dampness on his chin. Quickly I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, desperate to get my hands on him. The moment I freed his cock, he leaned forward, one hand braced against the door again. While I stroked him with both hands, I teased his other nipple with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and biting down a little harder than before.

He groaned. “That feels so fucking good. I could make a mess all over you in ten seconds.”

“Do it,” I breathed, pumping him harder. “I want you to.”

“But there’s something I want more right now.” His hands gripped my waist. “Now wrap those legs around me, because I’m going to fuck you senseless against your front door.” He picked me up, pinning my back against the door, my skirt bunching up at my hips. I twined my legs around him and braced myself on his shoulders while he angled his cock underneath me.

He hesitated. “Oh. Is this gonna be OK?”

It took me a second to realize he meant not wearing a condom. I hadn’t even thought about it, because Dan and I hadn’t used them since I’d been on the pill. I had none here. But fuck—fuck! Miles was no angel. Was this safe?

As if he’d read my mind, he said, “I’m clean. I get tested often and I can show you the results. I always wear a condom, too. Always—and I haven’t even been with anyone in months. But if you don’t—”

“It’s OK.” Possibly it wasn’t, but my decision-making capacity was impaired by the smell of his skin and the blue of his eyes and the tip of his cock brushing my wet pussy. “Maybe I’m senseless already, but I really, really want to get fucked against my front door. And since you’re here…”

“Allow me.”

I sucked in my breath as he penetrated me one hot, wet, bare inch at a time.

“Yes. Go slow like that,” I whispered. Our eyes met, and I held my breath.

“I love how tight you are.” His voice was low and raw. “I love how deep you take it.” When he was buried inside me, he dug his fingers into my ass and moved me against him in slow, grinding circles, my upper back against the door.

“Oh God, I love this door,” I sighed. “I really fucking love it.”

“I bet you looked at this door every day and thought, ‘I wish Miles Haas would come over and fuck me right here.’” On the word fuck, he thrust violently hard, making me shriek.

I smiled, clutching him tight around the neck. “Had I known how good it would be,” I panted, “I would have.”

“Do you know how much I thought about this?” He switched to holding me steady and thrusting up with deep, slow strokes. “Do you know how many times I got myself off just thinking about it? My cock gets so fucking hard for you. Can you feel it?”

“Yes.” I met his eyes, which looked dark and hungry. “It’s so deep it hurts, but I love the way it feels.”

“You love my cock deep inside you?” He pumped into me a little more violently, hitting that spot that made me whole body clench into a hot ball of fiery tension.

“Yes!” I cried, hanging on tight.

“Say it,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

“I love your cock deep inside me! Oh God, don’t stop!”

“Not until you come all over it,” he growled, driving into me, steady and fast. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy come all over my cock.”

Fisting my hands in his hair, I bit his shoulder as my entire body pulsed with white hot ecstasy.

“Fuck!” His hips went still and he grabbed my ass, jerking me roughly up and down his cock as he came long and hard inside me.

“Jesus,” I whispered when he finally slowed down. “Maybe we should just stay here for three days. I’ve got a lot of other doors.”

Miles laughed. “I have doors at my place too. And tables and closets and a couch and chairs and a bed.” He turned his head, spoke low in my ear. “And ropes and beads and wax and silk scarves and a ball gag.”

I gasped. “Really? You have all that stuff?”

He straightened up. “Well, maybe not the gag. But we can stop and pick one up if you’d like.”

“That’s OK. Really.”

“Chicken.” He bumped his forehead to mine before he set me down and pulled out. “Uh, can I get you anything?”

“It’s OK. I need to clean up anyway. Let’s go upstairs.”

I was going to take a shower, but Miles had another idea once he saw my big bathtub. “Let’s get in it.”

“A bath?” I wrinkled my nose. “It will take forever to fill. And it’s a pain to wash my hair in a bath.”

Miles put a hand on his chest. “I will wash your hair. In fact, I will take care of everything. You go away, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

I sighed. “OK, fine.” Shaking my head, I went into the second bathroom and cleaned up a little. With the adrenaline rush over, my mind started to wander back to the conversation I’d had with Dan. Was it really over? Why didn’t I feel more devastated? Was it because it had been over already and I’d just been clinging to an idea? Was it because he’d cheated on me? Maybe I was still in shock and it would hit me later, but mostly what I felt was relief.

I wandered back to my bedroom, where I heard the water running through the closed door to the bathroom. I also heard drawers being open and shut as well as the vanity cupboards. What the hell was he doing in there?

Inside my closet, I undressed and pulled on a short robe. From a high shelf I took down a small suitcase, opened it on the floor and dropped a few things inside it. I wondered if I needed anything dressier than shorts and jeans, and if I should pack a swimsuit.

A few minutes later, Miles poked his head in. “Ready.”

My pulse picked up at the sight of his bare chest, even though I had just been thoroughly pounded not thirty minutes before. Was I turning into an animal too? Smiling, I followed him into the bathroom, where he’d dimmed the lights and lit the candles on the windowsill. He’d also filled the tub with bubbles, and the air was warm and humid and scented with vanilla and cinnamon. “Wow. I’m impressed.”

“Good.” He slipped the robe off my shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. “Go on, get in.”

I slipped beneath the warm, fragrant water, the bubbles up to my shoulders. “Coming in with me?”

He set the plastic container I keep under the sink to water my plants on the sill too and unzipped his jeans. “Definitely.”

“What’s the container for?”

“To wash your hair, like I promised.”

I smiled. “You don’t really have to do that.”

“Well, I want to. So shut your face.”

Laughing, I watched him get undressed and noticed he wasn’t fully hard for once, although the size was still impressive. It felt oddly intimate, seeing him like that, somehow more intimate than seeing his giant erection in front of my face. Why was that? I looked away as he stepped into the tub behind me.

“Scoot up a little bit.” He stretched his legs on either side of me, and I leaned back against him as he gathered me in close. “There. Isn’t this nice?”

“Yes.” It was nice. I was more of a shower person since I got up so early and was always in a rush, but it felt good to slow down and relax a little. “I don’t think I’ve used this tub more than once since I’ve lived here.”

“How long is that?”

“Three months. And I’ve definitely never been in it with another person.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry about that.” We were silent a minute, the only noise the crackle of the bubbles and sizzle of candle wicks. “So was Dan boring in bed or what?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

I tried to think of a way to explain it. “Well, you know how you have a favorite pair of sweat pants or something, and they’re really comfortable and feel good every time you put them on?”