One Dirty Night

The way she said it sent prickles of foreboding darting down my spine.

I glanced down the shadowed road, wondering if that earth-shattering kiss was enough to survive on for the rest of my life. It might be prudent if I left now because I honestly didn’t think I’d survive if I slept with this man.

Grabbing my wrist, Hunter wrapped tight, unfightable fingers around me. “You’re not going anywhere. We had a deal, remember?”

“Deal?” Giselle looked back and forth between us. “What deal?”

“The deal where she gives me everything that she is, and I give her myself for free.”

Sighing heavily, Giselle shook her head. “You can’t keep her, you know. We’re leaving tomorrow. Just like we always—”

“I’m fully aware we’re leaving. And she is too. This is strictly a one-night thing.” Yanking me into him, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. Staring into my eyes, he murmured, “But tonight, she’s mine. All fucking mine and I intend to dine on every piece.”

My unsatisfied orgasm threatened to ignite from his voice and words alone.

My pussy clenched on emptiness.

My body needed to be filled.

God, I’m in so much trouble.

Pulling me toward the road, he added, “Come. Best we get somewhere private before I lose control again.”

I tottered after him in my heels, my little bag swinging against my hip. “Wait…eh—”

“The time for worries has passed. You’re mine now.” He flashed me a grin. “And I’m yours. Happy birthday.”

“But—”

He sighed as he yanked me across the street. “But what? Any reservations or second-guessing is done. I told you what would happen if I got you inside that big top—”

“I’m not inside yet.”

“No, you’re not.” He pulled me to a stop in the middle of the lanes. “But my fingers were almost inside you. You opened your legs for me. I still have your arousal coating me. You weren’t just wet, you were fucking drenched, so if you try to lie to me and say you weren’t into me, we’re gonna have a problem. You can’t pretend that this…whatever this is between us…doesn’t drive you as insane as it drives me. You do, and I’ll just have to spank you until you confess.”

I sucked in a breath.

My ass stung just imagining his palm creating heat and punishment.

His gleaming lilac eyes met mine, and with a guttural groan, he let me go. Holding up his hands, he muttered, “Fine. Last chance. You want to run? Run.” He pointed up the street. “Go home. Go back to your over-used vibrator. Back to fantasies that can never fulfil you.”

I looked to where he pointed.

I swayed in that direction.

An image of Nick popped into my head.

Surly, haughty, disdainful Nick.

Eight months he’d made me choke on my sexuality. Made me ashamed of my needs. If I went home, I’d only have to hide again.

I don’t want to hide anymore.

Then be brave…

My shoulders swept back as I slowly met those unnaturally purple eyes. Holding out my hand, I whispered, “My name is Ella Fitzgerald.” I smiled shyly. “And you’re…you’re Hunter?”

“Hunter Dixon.” He flashed me a sinful smile before wrapping his fingers around mine. “At your service.” Pressing a kiss to my knuckles, he breathed, “Now, tell me I have your permission to take you into my big top and fuck you as hard as possible.”