I giggle, and he gives me a sexy wink.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach because, holy crap, this is something.

We arrive at the taxi stand, and damn it, one is there waiting. He opens the back door for me and kisses me softly as he brushes the hair back from my face. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I smile shyly and get into the back seat, and he closes the door behind me.

I wave, and then before the car can drive away, he opens the car door and pulls me out by the hand. “Change of plans: you’re coming home with me.”

“What?”

He cuts me off with a kiss, and everyone in the cab line groans in disgust.

Lips locked, hormones in overdrive, we burst through the door of his apartment like animals.

Gone is the polite first-date Mr. James; we left him in the restaurant.

I like this version better.

All the way home in the Uber, he had his hand up my dress, and I think it’s fair to say that we are both very good to go.

“Get this fucking dress off,” he whispers as he struggles to unzip it. The zipper snags, and he tugs it hard.

I giggle at his impatience. “Who said I am a sure thing, anyway?”

“I did.” He tears my dress over my shoulders and throws it to the side.

“I don’t fuck on first dates.” I smirk as I put my hands on my hips, acting indignant.

“You do now.” The mood changes as his dark eyes sweep down over my body. Suddenly I’m nervous.

Because hell, this has been the best night, and I want it to have an even happier ending and blow his mind.

He puts his hand around my throat, steps forward, and puts his lips to my ear. “You are going to take my cock so fucking good,” he whispers. His breath brushes my ear and sends goose bumps up my spine. “Like the bad girl I know you want to be.”

My eyes widen. Fuck.

He talks dirty. . . shit, shit, shit.

With his hand in a viselike grip around my throat, he licks up the side of my face. “Are you creamy for me, baby?”

Adrenaline and arousal scream through my bloodstream. The feeling of his large hand around my throat is both terrifying and euphoric. I’ve never been with a man like this.

He’s different on so many levels.

My breath quivers as I try to calm myself enough to reply.

His teeth drop to my neck, and he grazes me with them. “Answer the fucking question, Juliet.”

Jeez.

Charming Henley James is nice, but choke hold Henley James is next level.

“Yes,” I whimper.

He pulls back and stares at me. His eyes hold mine. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

Satisfaction flickers in his eyes. “Good girl.”

Okay, what the fuck is going on here?

I am not into kinky sub-dom bullshit, but somehow this is off-the-radar hot.

With my heart pounding hard in my chest, I stand still as he undoes my bra. His thumbs dust over my nipples as he stares down at them. He bends and slides my panties down and kisses me there.

My breath quivers.

Fuck.

He stands, and we come face to face again. “Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs. He kisses me, his tongue swiping against mine as he holds my face in his hands. “I won’t hurt you.” He puts his lips to my ear. “Much . . .”

I close my eyes. Fucking hell, fucking hell, fucking hell.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

I stare at him for a beat. “You’re very bossy.”

“Hungry.” His eyes are blazing, and damn it, I am prepared to supply the feast.

I get onto the bed and go onto my knees.

“Lean onto your elbows.”

“Are you going to undress?” I fire back.

Slap.

He smacks my behind.

“Behave,” he growls.

For some sick twisted reason his discipline starts a fire between my legs, and I know in that moment . . . I’m about to do anything he wants.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

I go down to my elbows, and he stands behind me, and with our eyes locked in the mirror, he takes his shirt off over his head and then in slow motion unzips his jeans and slides them down his legs. His body is rippled with muscles, and his large cock springs free. I swallow the lump in my throat.

Okay . . . that’s a lot of man meat.

His eyes drop to my sex, and I watch in the mirror as he pulls my lips apart with his fingers and strokes himself a few times. His eyes are dark and flickering with arousal.

Fuck.

He drops to the floor behind me, his tongue taking no prisoners as he licks me there.

Deep adoring licks, as if I’m the queen and he’s my servant, on his knees for my pleasure.

Oh . . . dear god . . . my body begins to build, and I shudder.

I see stars.

I scrunch the sheets up in my hands as I try to deal with him. “I’m going to . . .”

“You’ll come on my cock.”

“Then hurry the fuck up,” I demand.

He chuckles, and it’s the first time I see a glimmer of my playful date. He rolls on a condom.

He wraps my hair around his hand as he holds me still and then slowly slides the tip of his thick cock through my lips. Back and forth, back and forth.

Hurry up.

He positions himself and slowly eases himself in. The air leaves my lungs, and I whimper out loud.

Oh . . . he’s big . . . and . . . way too good at this.

“How’s this?” He slowly slides himself in and out, warming my body up to his size.

I nod, unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Answer me.”

“Good.” I close my eyes as I try to deal with him. “Really good.”

The scent of his aftershave, his grip on my hair, his cock so deep inside of me that I can’t breathe.

He’s all around me, in a perfect sensual 3D experience.

He withdraws completely and slides back in. He does it again, completely out, and then slides right back in.

What’s he doing?

“I’m fine,” I tell him.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

His grip on my hip tightens, and he slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

Ow . . . okay, maybe a little.

Then he is riding me hard, the sound of our skin is slapping loudly, echoing through his room.

I try to hold myself up, but it’s hard when you are being fucked by a Mack truck.

I can’t hold it, and I scream into the mattress.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Oh yeah, just like that.”

I smile as I listen to him come undone. Is there a hotter sound on earth?

He hisses, holds himself deep, and comes hard inside me. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as it releases.

I’m wet with perspiration as I hear him gasping for air behind me.

And then he kisses me on my behind. “Fucking hot,” he whispers against my skin.

I smile into the mattress.

Completely and utterly ruined.