The Last Guy

Phil stands. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Stone at first looks horrified then quickly recovers. “Oh, no. She’s projectile vomiting, and she’d die if a stranger saw her that way. You stay and enjoy chatting with Sissy.” Her eyes brush over the pretty brunette.

She pretends to start to call an Uber.

“Don’t do that,” I say. “Your place is on the way to the station. Let me drop you off . . .”

“Oh, that would be wonderful. You’re so nice, Cade.” Her eyes flutter up at me, and I bite back a grin.

Sissy watches us suspiciously. “How convenient that you can ride together,” she murmurs.

“Isn’t it?” Stone says brightly.

“Maj ram,” Phil says with a little bow.

We’re forgotten as Sissy turns to him. “That’s goodnight in Klingon!”

I’m pretty sure I see stars in Phil’s eyes. “You’re right!”

“Right,” I say shaking his hand.

We say our goodbyes and hustle to my Escalade in valet parking at the restaurant. The tension is thick, and my fists are tight on the steering wheel as I drive as fast as traffic will allow. I don’t care if Phil is weird or Sissy talks too fucking much about worms—all I can focus on is an image of Stone in my apartment, spread out and naked.

My parking job is sloppy, and I take her arm as I escort her to the elevator. The doors slide open, and thank God it’s empty.

She wraps her hand around my bicep. “You’re shaking.”

I repeatedly push the button for the penthouse. “I want you so bad I can’t breathe.”

“I can’t breathe either,” she whispers.

My eyes find hers, and all at once, her back is against the metal wall. I run my lips up her exposed throat and suck on her soft skin, groaning at the taste of her. “You taste like everything good, Stone.”

She sinks into me, her tits hitting my chest.

I fuse my mouth with hers and take what I want. Hard. A small part of me is still angry about Phil even though I have no right to be. We kiss like we’re starving, our lips clinging, our hands roaming.

She cups my ass as I kiss across her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.

I need more.

Unzipping the back of her dress, I push it down just past her shoulders until I see creamy bare skin.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say as I tilt her face up and kiss her again.

She hisses in pleasure as I wrap her leg around my hip and press the steel pipe in my pants against her core. “You feel that Stone? That’s all you.”

“The elevator . . .” she says between kisses. “What if someone sees us?”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I kiss her breasts, tugging them out of her red lace bra but leaving it on. My mouth zeros in on one nipple while my fingers tweak the other. Her breasts are calling my name, and I suck them, needing as much of her in my mouth as I can fit.

She moans as I pull her dress up from the hem and slip a finger inside her underwear. She’s soaking wet, and it ratchets up my need. Fuck.

“I want to eat you. Now.” I sink to my knees and yank her red panties to her ankles.

Trembling, she kicks them across the elevator and lifts a leg up to the metal bar that runs along the wall. “Now it is.” Her voice is breathless.

I love how wild she is.

Thank fuck I have a slow ass elevator.

She’s already swiveling her hips before I even touch her, shuddering and then groaning when my tongue snakes out to find her clit.

“Cade,” she cries.

Need. Desire. Lust. It all bangs in my head . . . in my cock.

“Please,” she moans as I tease her, my nose tracing along her legs, her thighs, and then back to her pussy.

“Look at me,” I rasp out.

Her hooded eyes flutter open, her irises dilated. Her mouth is red and swollen from my kisses and I get a shiver of satisfaction.

She’s mine.

“Don’t ever fucking see Phil again.”

She inhales sharply at the order.

“Stone?” I rub my index finger over her clit, teasing her with little brushes. “Do you understand?”

She nods and bites her lips. “Yes.”

“Good.” With languid thrusts, I play her with two fingers. “You want more?” I ask.

“Please.” Her voice is guttural. “Your mouth.”

I grunt, my caresses faster as I try to beat the elevator, dipping inside her and then out. “Have you ever felt this kind of heat before?”

“No,” she moans, her chest rising rapidly.

That’s exactly what I needed to hear. My mouth takes her wetness again, inhaling her scent as my tongue dances across her pink skin.

She stifles her voice with her fist and comes undone, her muscles vibrating around my fingers.

I watch her come, stroking her through the sensations, getting a thrill at how her eyes gloss over. I’m king of the fucking world.

Slightly dazed, she rests against the wall.

Ping. We’ve arrived at my floor. I tuck her back in her clothes, zip her dress up, grab her underwear, and escort her off the elevator to my door. I’m barely coherent.

“I-I can’t believe we did that,” she whispers. “Aren’t there cameras in there?”

“I’ll take care of it,” I say as we enter the apartment.

I shut the door behind me, turn her around and kiss her again, the taste of her still on my tongue. I can’t get enough.

I sweep her up in my arms and carry her to my king-sized bed.

While she sits on the bed, I quickly whip my jacket and shirt off, tossing them on the chair in the corner.

She licks her lips. “Are we really going to do this? I-I don’t want to be hurt. I’ve had some shitty stuff happen . . .”

“We both have.” I unzip my pants and my hard cock pops out as my slacks pool on the ground. I toe my socks off and kick my clothes away. “Are you having second thoughts?” My jaw clenches with control. I don’t want her to see how the thought of not having her kills me. I want this to be her decision.

She swallows, her gaze molten as it sweeps over my shoulders, down to my chest and then to my legs.

I smirk and turn around so she can see my ass. I pose and flex.

She lets out a contented sigh. “I want to bite it.”

“What’s stopping you?” I turn back and walk toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. She leans forward and takes me in her mouth as I groan and clutch her head, guiding her how I like it.

She sucks, sliding her tongue over my shaft from base to tip. Her fingers wrap around my length as she devours me.

“Fucckkk.”

Her mouth explores me, and I am losing control.

“Stone,” I growl.

“You want me to stop?” she murmurs.

“I’ll kill you if you do.”

She laughs softly around my cock.

Pleasure—and something else—settles deep inside me. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

“What I want to do every time I see you at work.”

I tilt her face up and slide my thumb across her lips. The moment is serious. Intense. “This will change things for us. I don’t know how it will end.”

She nods, her eyes heavy with desire. “I just want you,” she says.

We make quick work of getting her dress off, and we’re both naked.

She moans for me to hurry, but I take my time, positioning her under me so I can do what I want. I gently pin her arms on either side of her and kiss her languidly, exploring and mapping her skin . . . the column of her throat, the bend in her elbow, the freckle on her chest. Her skin feels as hot as mine.