Chapter 2

Audrey's POV

For a moment after I said those words, he looked genuinely surprised, and honestly, so was I.

I had always been reserved when it came to sex.

But deep down, there had always been wild dirty fantasies that I had buried so deeply I almost convinced myself it didn’t exist until now.

I lifted my chin despite the way my heart was racing. “Cat got your tongue? I thought you were running your mouth a second ago.”

A slow smirk spread across his lips, the kind that made my stomach tighten in a way I didn’t understand.

I’m intrigued. It's rare to meet a woman who knows exactly what she wants these days.”

His gaze moved over me deliberately and when his eyes returned to mine, there was something darker in them.

“Though,” he continued, shaking his head slightly, “you don’t look like you can handle me. Most women can’t.”

I let out a short breath that sounded more like a laugh.

“You men are all the same,” I said, gripping my bag a little tighter as I spoke.

“You tear a woman down just to feel bigger about yourselves. I know what you’re doing, and I won’t beg you. Even if I’m not what men usually want, I won’t beg to be fucked.”

For a second, I almost didn’t recognize myself.

Was this what Matteo had turned me into, or was this who I had always been, waiting for the right moment to stop holding back?

He stepped closer then, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body.

“We’re not talking about the same thing,” he said quietly, his voice lowering just enough to make my pulse shift.

“If anything, I think you’re sexy as hell.”

My breath caught.

“But what I mean is,” he continued, holding my gaze in a way that made it impossible to look away,

“You wouldn’t be able to handle my high libido and my….12 inches dick”

My eyes widened. They dropped straight to the front of his trousers again, then flew back to his face.

Heat rushed straight down between my legs, making me clench.

I knew this was the second most stupid thing I’d ever done in my life having sex with Matteo on prom night being the first.

But I was soaked.

If that loser could fuck Kylie in our living room like I was nothing, then I could have this too. I could have anyone I found attractive.

I took a deep breath and locked eyes with him.

“You’re the one who can’t handle me. Because you’ll be begging to catch your breath by the time I have you locked inside me.”

His smile turned predatory. “So you’ll actually let a complete stranger fuck you?”

I smirked, surprising even myself. “I’m a grown woman. I have free will.”

“You’re challenging me?” He checked his watch. “We still have twenty-five minutes. Let’s make the most of it.”

For a split second my brain screamed that this was wrong.

I was technically still married but all those thoughts died the moment he pulled me against his chest and kissed me.

Fuck.

The kiss was hungry and deep. His tongue slid against mine like he already owned me, and my legs began to shake.

If a man could kiss like this, how would the actual sex feel?

He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and spun me around so fast my palms slapped against the cool metal wall of the elevator.

He yanked my dress up over my wide hips, exposing my ass and the soaked lace between my thighs.

His big hand came down hard on my ass with a loud smack.

“Just how I like it,” he growled, voice rough. “Round and soft.”

He spanked me again, harder. I whimpered, dripping down my thighs now, shameless.

Then his fingers slipped between my legs from behind.

He found my swollen clit and started slow, teasing circles that made my knees buckle.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned, pushing back against his hand.

He chuckled darkly. “Already so wet for a man you just met.”

He pressed two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his thumb kept working my clit.

“That loser must not know what he’s missing.”

I gasped at the mention of Matteo.

“Don’t… don’t talk about him.”

“Why not?” He added a third finger, stretching me. “He clearly doesn’t fuck you the way you need. Look at you dripping all over my hand like you’ve been starving for years.”

He pulled his fingers out and I heard the rustle of my black bag.

Before I could protest, he pressed the pink vibrator against my clit and turned it on.

The sudden buzz made me cry out. He slid the toy through my slick folds, teasing my entrance while his other hand reached around to pinch my nipple through my dress.

“Fuck..please…” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Who’s begging now?”

I was shaking, hips rocking against the vibrator.

He slid it inside me slowly, letting the vibrations work deep while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

The pleasure was too much.

“I can’t… I’m going to…”

He pulled the toy out right as I was about to come.

I whined, desperate. “No… put it back. Please.”

He laughed softly. “Say it again.”

I was past caring. “Please… I need it.”

He pressed the thick head of his cock against my entrance instead, rubbing it up and down my soaked folds without pushing in.

“You sure you can handle all of me, princess?”

I was losing my mind. “Yes…just fuck me already!”

He groaned at my words and finally thrust in one powerful stroke that stretched me so wide I screamed.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping my wide hips as he started to move with deep thrusts that made my whole body jolt.

“So wet… so fucking greedy for it.”

“Yes… yes… right there!” I gasped,

pushing back to meet every slam. “Harder don’t stop!”

He fucked me exactly like I asked, hips snapping against my ass, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing in the elevator.

One hand reached around to rub my clit in tight circles while the other kept spanking me lightly with every thrust.

I came hard, clenching around his thick length, moaning loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.

My legs shook so badly I would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.

I was still breathless, chest heaving, when I turned around on shaky legs.

He was watching me with dark, satisfied eyes, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with my juices.

“You were good,” I panted, voice hoarse, “but you can be better. Let me return the favor. Room 205.”

I straightened my dress just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

My legs felt like jelly as I stepped out.

Just as the doors started to close behind me, I heard his low, amused voice.

“Of course, Audrey. I’ll be there.”