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the window in front of me. I watch in fascination as he unzips himself and fists his cock in his hands while licking his lips. The hunger that’s radiating off him is an aphrodisiac.

I want to close my legs to dull the ache that is throbbing between them, but that would defeat the purpose of this position. I watch in fascination as he pulls out a condom and sheaths himself. Then he gives my ass one hard slap as he enters me.

Holy shit! Who knew you could nearly come just from a guy entering you?

“You like watching me fuck you, Ariana?” Rhys catches me watching him in the reflection.

“Yes.” I moan.

“Guess I better put on a show for you then.” He wraps his hand around my long ponytail and uses it to anchor himself as he fucks me. My fingers dig into the velvet sofa as Rhys takes control. I hang on for dear life because he’s taking his pleasure now after delivering mine.

Oh my God! I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked in my entire life.

The way this man looks, so well-polished, who knew what hiding underneath the ten-thousand-dollar tuxedo is a wild man. I enjoy him pulling his pleasure from me. Using me. It’s the biggest turn-on for me that I’ve turned a man like Rhys Davenport wild.

A hand snakes between us while the other stays wrapped around my hair. “I want you to fuck my hand, Ariana. Use my hand for your pleasure,” he growls.

Who is this man wanting to deliver more orgasms? I don’t think I’ve been with such a giving man before. I love it, so I do as I am told.

Using the friction of his hand against my clit while he pushes me into the sofa, his hand is trapped against the material and my clit, and it’s perfect. This is not where I thought my night would start or even end.

“I need you to come again, Ariana.” He curses.

Rhys doesn’t have to tell me twice. A couple more pumps into me, and he’s pushing me over the edge, and as soon as my pussy clamps down against his dick, he’s coming right along with me.

I’m spent.

Exhausted.

Relaxed.

He has well and truly fucked the anxiety out of me.

Biting my lip as he gingerly pulls himself from me, he pulls the back of my dress down into place. I mean, he didn’t even remove my underwear to fuck me. I take a couple of steady breaths and stand.

Spinning around, he’s all put together again as if he hasn’t just blown my mind. His tuxedo jacket is still on the floor, the only indication of what we have done. His hand comes out and runs along my swollen lips. “Next time, I want these wrapped around me.”

Fuck, his dirty words do something to me.

Rhys grins, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “Come home with me tonight?” Rhys asks. “I want to be able to take my time with you.”

I contemplate his words. I want to, but…

“Just think about it and give me your answer later.” Rhys reaches over and kisses me. “We should get back out there. I don’t want to, but I’m sure both of us will be missed.”

“Okay, you go first. I want to fix my makeup.”

Rhys nods his head and kisses me one last time before disappearing out the door.

What the hell was I thinking?

14

Rhys

Not in a million years would I have ever expected to run into Ariana, let alone have some of the best sex ever. I walk out of the room in a damn daze. I only went in there because I was sick of answering all the questions about my divorce or the other society women trying to push their daughters and one son onto me. It was the reason I decided to hide out in London.

But then in walked Ariana looking like a damn goddess standing by the window staring out over the city. She took my breath away. It hurt that she was determined not to be near me. That her embarrassment was so great, she was having a panic attack about running into me again.

I was a damn fool that night.

I will never make the same mistake again.

I head toward the bathroom to freshen up before making my way to our family table to take my seat.

“Where have you been?” Stirling asks.

“Trying to run away from all those damn cougars.”

He chuckles.

“Never going to guess who I ran into, though?”

Stirling shrugs his shoulders.

“Ariana. The girl from the other night.”

Stirling stills. “The escort.”

“No,” I reply angrily. “She was never that. She’s an architect.” Glaring at my friend, he raises his hands up in apology.

“What’s she doing here?” he questions. “Is she trying to get you back?” I don’t like my friend’s tone when it comes to Ariana.

“She wants nothing to do with me, actually. Every single time I have asked her out, she’s turned me down.”

“And that makes you want her even more?” he jokes.

“She’s beautiful and intelligent… that’s what I want more of.” I am becoming defensive over her.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry. I was just playing around, but it seems you really do like this girl.” My friend stares at me like I’ve sprouted a second head.

“I do.” No point denying it. “But she isn’t interested.”

“Wow. Rhys Davenport has been turned down.” He smirks.

“It’s a very strange feeling.” I grin back.

“I like the sound of this woman.” And everything is back to normal again. “Shit!” Stirling thumps me on the arm. “Who the hell is that woman? She is gorgeous.” I turn around to see who’s caught my friend’s attention. I still when I see it’s Ariana walking toward us. She is truly breathtaking. I turn back, and Stirling is drooling, so I punch him in the guts, which pulls him out of his trance.

“That’s Ariana,” I tell him.

He stills. Then a broad smile falls across his face. “I get it now… I totally get it.”

“Emma, Anderson…” Audrey’s voice grains my attention. “It’s so good to see you two.”

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