I reach forward and hit the button for the tenth floor, where my room is, and watch as the doors close slowly.

“This is awkward,” Jessie whispers the second they shut.

I step forward, swinging around and tugging her between me and the wall of the elevator. She half-laughs, half-shrieks as her back collides with the wall, flattening her hand against my chest. “Aidan—”

I shut her off with a simple kiss that quickly turns heated and desperate. Her hand on my chest moves around my neck and grips my hair and mine slides down her body and squeezes her ass. I pin her against the wall, desperate to lift that damn dress and have my cock connect with her fully, letting her writhe and moan beneath me as I slip into her and let her grip my arms and back as I move relentlessly.

She gasps as the doors open and I tug her backward out of the elevator and into the hallway. She giggles, her laugh reflecting her tipsy state. Luckily for her, that last shot has slightly messed with me, too, so I grab her hands and tug her around the corner and down the hall to my room. She throws her head back and laughs, her bright hair falling around her shoulders, bringing out the colors in her tattoos as she moves.

I take the hotel card from my wallet and slide it into the slot on the door, tugging it out as soon as the light blinks green. Yanking the handle down, I shove the door open and Jessie strolls into the room. How the fuck she’s still walking in those heels I’ll never know, but damn, I like watching.

I close the door and flick the switch for the standing lamp. She’s there in the middle of the room, her red hair flowing over one shoulder, opposite her tattoos. They’re standing out, bright and compelling against the bronzed tone of her skin. Every pink, red, blue, and white hue—they’re stunning.

“What are you looking at?” Her voice is a whisper, her eyes focused on me as she asks.

I cross the room to her, tearing my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor. “You.”

“Me?”

“You,” I clarify, walking toward her slowly.

“Me?” she repeats again, swallowing as the dim light casts shadows over her face.

“Yeah. You’re a hell of a lot hotter than I remember.”

“Oh, for the love of God.” She bats at the hand I move toward her. “Don’t think you have to try and be nice to me, Aidan. The only nice I expect from you is the previously promised orgasm.”

I laugh, dodging her attempt to shove me away and tugging her lithe body against mine. A sharp breath leaves her as our bodies collide, and I hook my thumb beneath her chin and pull her face upward so our eyes meet. “I don’t ever remember promisin’ you a nice orgasm.”

“Keep talking and I’ll leave and do the job myself.”

An image of her on her back pleasuring herself makes my cock throb hard. The bolt of desire that accompanies it has me spinning her around and throwing her on the bed. She laughs as she bounces off the soft surface, but the smile dies when I lean over her.

Her chest heaves, and she leans up onto her elbows, pushing herself up the bed. With my arms still on either side of her, I move forward, crawling along over her. Her tongue flicks out over her lips, leaving them glistening with wetness.

I hold myself up with one arm, my hand flattened just above her head, and reach down to her legs. She tries to bring them together, but I curve my fingers around the inside of her thigh. She stills, her left leg falling open as I push her right one down.

“This. It’s coming off,” I whisper huskily, grasping the bottom of her dress and sitting back on my heels. I tug it up her body, not gently, until it bunches under her breasts. The hint of bright red lace, the exact color of her hair, peeks out from beneath the soft cotton, and I push the dress up higher, cupping her breasts as I do. Her eyelids flutter closed as I trail my thumbs along the line of the cups, and she lifts her arms over her head so I can remove it fully.

Once the dress is up and over her head, I throw it to the floor and grasp her still-together wrists with one hand. Her eyes snap open, her lips parting, her chest heaving, her knees bending. My lips curve into a small smirk at the shocked desire filling her gorgeous dark eyes.

It lasts all of two seconds before she wriggles one hand free, reaches between us, and pops open the button on my pants.

“I’m all about equality,” she whispers.

The smirk returns, and I release her other hand to tug my pants down. Slipping back down the bed, I stand and kick them off and to the side. My eyes ghost over her body, encased in nothing but red lace and high heels.

This might be my dick talking, but I should have fucked her years ago.

I grasp her ankles and slide her across the soft sheets until her center hits my erection. My cock pushes against her pussy hard as I pull her into a sitting position and kiss her again. Fucking finally.

Jessie’s nails dig into my arms as she tilts her head back to take the force of my kiss, but she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t tell me to slow down. She kisses me back just as forcefully and with as much need as I do her, and fuck me if it doesn’t make me impatient.

I lay her back down, still kissing her, and grab her panties. Pulling them down as far as I can without moving, I break the kiss and move back to take them off entirely. They fall to the floor with her dress, and she grabs my waist and pulls me back to her.

I lean over her, guiding her legs around my waist. Her ankles lock behind my back as our tongues battle with each other and I reach a hand between us—between her legs. My fingers glide over her smooth mound and tease her wet clit. A tiny moan leaves her mouth as I push them down farther and inside her, curving the tips just slightly as I shift to the side.

She arches her back, throwing her head back, eyes closed. She looks fucking gorgeous, lying here in front of me, mouth open in the pleasure I’m giving her. Her legs are moving though, her feet seemingly fighting with themselves. . . .

“No.” I grab her calf, making her open her eyes and look at me. With my fingers still inside her and my thumb pressing down on her clit, I say, “No, baby. You go out wearing fuck-me shoes, you’re sure as hell gonna get fucked in them. They stay on.”

She nods, but her eyelids close again, and the nod is so weak and her following gasp so loud, I withdraw my fingers and shove down my pants.

Fuck the foreplay. I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time, and she’s sure as shit wetter than she’s probably ever been in her life. Time to fuck her—and good, too.

I reach down to grab my wallet from the pocket of my jeans and pull a condom out of it. I tear the foil packet apart and grab the slippery rubber to roll it over my throbbing cock. Easing her legs open with one hand, I grab my hard cock with the other and guide it toward her, teasing the tip along her opening.

“Jesus,” she breathes. “You think I have the patience for this shit, Aidan? If you’re gonna fuck me in these shoes, do it, or I’m taking the bastards off, because they’re killing me.”

I push into her and slap her ass at the same time.

“Shit!” The word leaves her sharply. “You—”

“Think about that, baby,” I growl into her ear, pushing deeper into her. “I’m the one with the power here.”

Jessie grabs my back, nails scratching my skin. “You goddamn fucking asshole,” she finishes, dropping her head back.

I rub my hand over the spot I just smacked, easing myself out of her. “Like that, did you?”

“I hated it.”

“A hate-fuck. Excellent.”

With that, I slam into her harshly and she moans wordlessly. Her muscles clench around me as I move, each thrust as powerful as the last. She feels unreal around me—and if I didn’t have her nails digging into my back like she’s desperately trying and failing to get a grip, I’d need to pinch myself it’s so damn good.