Fucking spectacular.

He came down buried inside her, his eyes opening to see her still resting in her hand in the bed, her body moving gently with her still-labored-but-evening breathing, her dark hair framing her oval face, her straight bangs brushing her lashes, her green eyes locked to his trying to brand him, make him hers.

No way in fuck that was happening.

But he’d take more of this.

A lot more.

That said, the woman was going to learn how to give up control.

Not surprisingly, without a word, she swung off his cock, moving immediately toward the side of the mattress.

Nick focused on pulling up his trousers, doing the fly and angling off the bed. By the time he was up and had turned his attention back to her, she was on her feet, facing him, arms twisted behind her to do up the skirt she’d put on.

He held her gaze.

“We got all night, Olivia,” he informed her.

Not even a hint of a response to him calling her the name she hadn’t given him.

Then again, he knew she knew him; she’d make it her business.

She also knew he’d do the same with her, even before he sat next to her the night before.

Her expression might not have changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.

She stopped. Her eyes still on his, she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle finger.

It lasted half a second.

Then she dropped her hand, turned and walked away.

He heard the door close behind her and he couldn’t stop his smile.

Fuck yes, a seriously cool customer.

And the hottest fuck he’d had in his life.

* * * * *

10:45 The Next Morning

Nick typed in the text and hit send.

Teatro. Six.

Forty-five minutes later, he received, Room number?

He smiled at his phone and didn’t fuck around with waiting games.

He texted back, Later.

Olivia didn’t reply.

When his assistant checked them in, he sent the room number.

Olivia texted back, 6:00.

* * * * *

6:47 That Evening

He was ass to the chair watching her ride him and he didn’t even know how she maneuvered him there.

The kiss tussle started them off again the minute he’d opened the door to her.

This time it segued into a bed vs. chair tussle, one he somehow lost.

Fuck, she was going to make him come again, climb off and take off.

This would not allow him to move forward his plan.

Fortunately, he was stronger than her and could do something about that.

Her sexy noise of frustrated surprise made his cock jerk and his balls tighten as he stopped her mid-ride, pushing up to his feet with his arms around her.

Their eyes clashed as he carried her to the bed and, serious as fuck, as shocking as it was, he nearly burst out laughing at the uppity annoyed princess look she had on her face.

He controlled his reaction and then set about controlling her expression when he fell to the bed on top of her and started fucking her.

Hard.

She enjoyed control.

She also liked taking cock.

Proof she liked to give and receive.

Nice to know.

This didn’t last long. She manipulated with eyes, hands, mouth, noises, and best of all, squirming until she’d pulled off his cock and turned underneath him. Wedging herself up, she offered herself, ass in the air.

He was a guy so he didn’t delay, took his knees and accepted her offer.

She reared into him, her neck twisted, eyes cast high, watching his face as he fucked her on her hands and knees in front of him.

She was still fully clothed, her skirt pushed up her hips, her blouse on, the pointed toes of her pumps rooted in the bed.

He was still fully clothed too.

But from what he could see of her round ass and sweet thighs, he was going to find a way to fuck her naked as soon as possible.

Starting now.

Continuing to take her, he shifted his hands from hips up her ass until his thumbs moved from smooth, supple skin to encounter something he wasn’t expecting that took his attention away from repeatedly burying his cock in her pussy as hard and deep as he could manage it.

She instantly pulled so far forward, he lost her and his eyes went from his hands under her skirt to her face.

She twisted to her ass, scooting back, her eyes another invitation.

He followed her. Stopping her movements with an arm around her waist, he pulled her up.

She took hold of his dick, guiding him in.

When he caught at her wet, he impaled her.

Driving his other hand in her silky hair, he clutched it and yanked her head to him so he could drive his tongue into her mouth as he fucked her against the headboard.

Fifteen minutes later, they’d both come and he was ass to the bed, back against the headboard, pants up but undone, cock still pulsing but tucked away, eyes on her shimmying her skirt over her panties.

He didn’t say a word, but watching her, he couldn’t beat back his grin.

When he gave that grin to her, her eyes dropped to it and it almost looked like her movements stilled for a second.

But it was only a second before she went to a hand and then knee in the bed to reach him.

She kissed the side of his neck, pulled back, looked into his eyes then pushed off the bed and walked away.

Nick heard the door close right before he heard his own chuckles.

He’d fucked the woman three times.

And she hadn’t spoken a word.

* * * * *

Hotel Teatro, 6:04 The Next Evening

He opened the door and she came through with intent.