"Take me against the door," she orders. With a sensual smile, she drops her leg and peppers kisses on my lips and jaw while toeing off her sandals. At last her fingers move to the top of her jeans and she unzips them. I help pull them down and then lift her so she can kick the material aside. Her hands go to my shoulders and I press her back against the door again while lifting her up so her legs circle my waist. I skim my fingers down her side until I reach the top of her panties. They're a white, sheer, barely-there material. My fingers slip beneath the silk. With a gentle bite to her lower lip, she opens for me again. At the same time, her slick, wet heat registers on my fingers while they slide between her thighs. I want a taste so fucking bad.

This is wrong. Very, very wrong.

I use my finger to circle the swollen wet lips of her pussy while stroking her tongue with mine. She lets out a disgruntled sigh and grinds against my hand. I smile into the kiss. Her smell reaches me. It's beyond her taste. This is dirty and musky and so damn perfect I can't think straight.

Her arms circle my neck and I'm able to reach down and fish out my wallet from my back pocket. I slide out one of the two condoms I keep there. This is accomplished while kissing her because I can't make myself pull away. With her legs around my hips it isn't easy but I somehow manage to unzip my shorts and pull myself out.

"Please," she breathes into my mouth.

It's such a simple word, but when she says it my cock grows impossibly harder. Every second it takes to get the condom on is a waste of our time. I mutter a curse because I need to feel my cock inside her heat. Hell.

She breaks the kiss when my dick presses for entry. She's so damn tight. One of her hands runs up the back of my neck and she grabs my hair. Her teeth sink into my shoulder and I can't help thrusting forward so I'm seated to the hilt. She's wet and perfect and so damn hot. I rock her up and down on my cock while she makes small noises that drive me absolutely insane.

"Right there, right there," she breathes urgently when I hit just the right spot. My balls constrict and my cock nearly explodes. I thought I got over the sixty-second orgasm as a teenager, but Jordan is testing my willpower to its fullest. She nips at my shoulder again and I know her teeth will leave bruises. I don't give a fuck, I'll take her marks any day. "Please," she sighs.

I thrust my hips harder and her legs squeeze tighter. One of my hands splays over her ass to lock her against me. I use the other to grab her hair and tilt her head so our lips meet again. She clenches repeatedly around my cock and I feel her orgasm all the way to my soul. Small moans release into my mouth as she comes undone. After two more thrusts, I follow her into oblivion. The world around us stops as my balls unload and I fill her with everything I have.

We ride out the euphoria until our bodies are replete. I kiss her gently before lifting my gaze to hers. Wild hair, smeared lipstick, and swollen lips. Beautiful and so damn sexy. I could do this all over again right now.

"We're so screwed," she whispers, breaking the spell.

"We are." I won't lie. What just happened shouldn't have. My cock stirs and by the look on her face she feels it too because her eyelids lower and the same dreamy expression from earlier crosses her face again. No, this can't happen again no matter how bad I want it. Can it?

"Please let me down," she says gruffly. We're both on the same page at least.

I lift her enough to slide my dick out and then lower her until her feet touch the carpet. Her cheeks are rosy and I hope it's exertion and not embarrassment. There's nothing shameful about what just happened. I steady her when she bends to pick up her pants. She stands and glances at me. I kiss her cheek. "This will be okay."

Her expression changes and her hazel eyes go cold. "Like the entire team won't know tomorrow," she replies testily. She is sexy as hell but when you add the fire that just entered her eyes, it takes things to another level entirely.

"Hey," I lean my forehead against hers. "They won't. This is between you and me." I hope the certainty in my eyes convinces her. What happened between us is not something I'll share with anyone. I release her, remove the condom, and lift up my boxer briefs and shorts. She's watching me while licking her damn lower lip. "God, don't do that," I say as I work to zip myself into the confines of my shorts. She doesn't put on her pants, she just uses them to cover her lower half. They show more than they hide and it's incredibly cute. I carry the condom into the bathroom, toss it into the trash can, and walk back out.

"Leave, please."

I stare while wondering if I heard her correctly. She holds her ground, not giving an inch. "We should talk," I say in a dumb attempt to prolong whatever this is.

"No, you should leave. I need to clean up and go to bed. Tomorrow is a really big day for me."

I can't argue with that, but walking away is one of the hardest things I've ever done. So we fucked. I've been in this situation plenty of times and never felt the need to talk. Her key card and my wallet are on the floor. I place the card on a side table, slip the wallet back into my pocket, and walk out exactly as the lady requests.