No Apologies. Tracy Wolff

knew exactly what you were doing.” His fingers tightened punishingly, giving her the pleasure-pain she so desperately craved. And then she was melting, burning, so wet and creamy she didn’t know how long she’d last.

      Letting her head fall back, Annalise took as much of the insidious pleasure as she could handle without coming. Then she pushed him away, using every ounce of strength she possessed to get the job done. Gabe was a brick wall, hard and heavily muscled, but he let her shove him back.

      He stood there, chest heaving, cock twitching, eyes blazing with a fury and lust that were intertwined and suddenly she knew. The game wasn’t over. It would never be over.

      She took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe she was caught by these riotous emotions, this incredible, overwhelming lust for him that dominated every moment of her every day. But two could play by the rules Gabe was so brutally establishing.

      Reaching down, she pressed a hand firmly against Gabe’s beautifully aroused cock. He thrust himself into her fingers over and over again, and she grinned. Oh, yeah—he needed this as much as she did. Maybe more. She continued stroking him through the fine silk of his trousers. She loved how big he was, how long and thick and desperate he was for her. Before she was done, he would be begging to be inside of her.

      Turning, he pulled her into his arms as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Let’s go find the car,” he murmured.

      “The car?” she asked, pretending ignorance as she reached between his legs and cupped his balls in her hands, her fingers slowly massaging him. She knew her eyes were almost as glazed as his, but she couldn’t help it. Having this big, strong man at her mercy was the biggest turn-on she’d ever had.

      “I’ve got to be inside you, Annalise. Soon.”

      She licked her lips even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Here. Now.”

      “Right now?” His cock jumped against her stomach, growing harder and thicker—though she would never have imagined it possible.

      She could tell he wanted to protest, to tell her all the reasons why sex in this bathroom with a restaurant full of people outside was a very bad idea. But her words had put a picture in his brain—just as she had intended—and his unruly cock was more than willing to accommodate her. Thank God.

      She kept her triumph to herself as she nodded and pulled him back against her. “Right now.” She opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She gasped when his cock sprang free of the confining clothes—he was always ready to go, but tonight he seemed larger than usual.

      Annalise grinned as she dropped to her knees. Her own personal plaything—huge and hot and dying to be inside any part of her body it could reach. She shivered as her own arousal quickly spiraled out of control. What else could a girl ask for?

      Leaning forward, she delivered one long, leisurely lick—from the base of his cock to the very tip. He shuddered and stiffened against her, his hands suddenly fisting in her hair. Curling her tongue in, she used the underside to stroke him on the torturously slow return journey.

      “Annalise.” His voice was hoarse, strangled, the hands in her hair tightening almost to the point of pain. But she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. She wanted him to come, to flood every part of her until she no longer felt so alone.

      Before he could protest, she took him in her mouth. He was so huge that she struggled for a moment until, with a sigh, she let her throat relax and his cock slid deep—all the way to the base.

      “Fuck, Annalise.” The words were whispered, urgent, and sent a shot of pure molten heat directly through her cunt. She was already wet, her thighs slippery with desire, and her muscles were clenching rhythmically—desperate for Gabe’s cock to slide inside and put out the fire that was rapidly burning out of control.

      His hands in her hair tightened even more and the almost pleasurable sting turned her on as nothing ever had. Or maybe it was the situation—fury mixed with passion. One hell of a potent aphrodisiac.