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seven years, though, and now is my opportunity to take her. Now is my time to make this dream come true.
    When I slowly set my glass of whiskey down on the bar and cross the room, she holds her breath. Carnal desire takes over my body as I yank the glass from her and toss it to the floor. Whiskey spills, the glass shattering on impact, while I take her wrists in my hand, slamming them above her head, and pin my hips to hers. My body presses firmly into hers as I push against her again and plant her back to the glass.
    I look into her eyes and growl, “Seven fucking years.” Then I press my mouth to hers. I take her over, touching and tasting the woman who’s occupied my dreams for so Goddamn long. She is my enigma, the goddess of my dreams, and I’ve got to have her. I must have this woman now.
    She accepts me as she releases a moan from my onslaught of lust. I press deeper against her mouth, sucking the soft skin of her bottom lip, feeling everything inside of me explode. My body is overwhelmed with a heady yearning to feel her from the inside. Like my dream, she is craving me; only this time I will finish the job. I will not wake up feeling ungratified. I will make her mine and maybe this time I will finally be over this mysterious woman.
    I let go of her wrists and run my hands down her sides, my fingers connecting with the small tab of her zipper. I slowly drag it down as her breathing becomes hard, her chest rapidly moving, the thump of her heart pounding against my own. My lips have not left hers and she hasn’t spoken a single word. From the moment we’ve touched, something else has taken over, something fueled by desire.
    The dress slips down her breathtaking body and the fabric billows around her feet. I take a step back, breaking our kiss to admire her standing in her black bra and panties. She is incredibly beautiful, even more so than in my dreams.
    In a swift move, I drag her panties down and allow them to fall, too. My dick can’t stand the wanting, and I leave it to the sex-crazed side of me to take over. I yank her up the glass, pressing her body against it.
    The world goes on below us, and I’m about to fuck this woman as they dance and drink, oblivious to the carnal passions above them.
     
     
     
    M ariah
    I’m still floating from the invitation to Jason Cain’s office when he comes charging at me. My half glass of whiskey is haphazardly tossed to the floor, shattering the moment it connects with the wood. Before I can utter a single word, his mouth is on mine. I’m consumed.
    He pushes me against the mirrored wall, pinning my body to the glass, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach. My wrists are bound by one of his strong hands and something unbelievable takes over. My dormant sex drive is soon revved up and ready for a race. When he releases my wrists, I yearn to touch him, to explore the wonder that is this Jason Cain. His face close to mine, I cup his cheeks with my palms. The soft hairs of his beard tickle my hands, but it’s those lips that draw me in, full and soft. I pull him into me and feel his lips on mine. With only a kiss, he takes me to a place I will never recover from. My body is naked and wrapped around his, but it’s this kiss that will leave me ill, drunk with only something he can provide.
    I run my hands down his chest, and just as I’ve suspected, he’s an Adonis. I’m addicted, full of need and longing.
    Something snaps inside of me. I am overwhelmed with it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want to have. I want to devour. The sleeping vixen inside me awakens, and for the first time in years, I allow her to control me. I don’t think about the consequences of my actions. I live in the moment and make it totally mine.
    With my hands resting on his chest, I tuck my fingers inside the small opening of his button down shirt. Grabbing the fabric, I jerk my arms back, popping the buttons and tearing the soft material. Jason looks to me with a look of