When Gideon had told me to sit down, I’d expected to suck his cock and get off with a little verbal -- and if I were really lucky, physical -- spanking.

I hadn’t expected to tempt the hottest and most powerful man in the whole damn agency to fuck me.

But Gideon had been looking at me with the same hunger I felt every time I saw those pretty blue eyes flicker my direction, and I was happy to soak up every ounce of his attention.

And it felt good. No… not just that. It felt incredible.

I was hot shit, and people wanted me. Not just people -- Gideon wanted me. Yeah, that Gideon. The Gideon I’d been watching on Instagram and Facebook and in magazines for five years now.

The moment the plea -- invitation, plea, whatever -- fell from my lips, Gideon pushed up against me, steering me backward and around the chair to the couch against the wall.

I was already burning from head to toe imagining how fucking good the thick cock throbbing against my stomach would feel pushing inside me. Preferably fast and hard and now.

Gideon didn’t disappoint. When we reached the couch, he shoved me down, but he still had one hand on the small of my back to guide me down.

For a second, I was stunned at how sweet the move felt.

Then my lust was back as I wrestled my jeans down over my knees and feet, kicking them aside and trying not to think about how much they probably cost. Gideon followed suit by shrugging the t-shirt off, just to make sure I wasn’t going to get docked a paycheck.

His lips were on my throat again, trailing down toward my collarbone. My whole body flinched and shuddered, and I arched my back when those lips gently ran along my collarbone, sucking it from my shoulder all the way across to the hollow at the base of my throat.

I whimpered, heat surging through my body when Gideon’s lips closed around my nipple and gently sucked one, then the other. A skilled flick of his wet, warm tongue against each pink nub was all it took to have my chest heaving for breath.

“You’re so easy to turn on,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse and so close. The deep rumble of his chest never failed to turn me on. It was damn hard to focus on anything when I heard him practically breathing his sex operator hotline voice into all his phone meetings.

My toes curled into the couch as I moaned my agreement. Thank God for going barefoot during the shoot. One less thing to worry about taking off.

My cock was throbbing again, demanding attention so much I almost ached. Gideon might have been a tease, but I couldn’t handle much more teasing when I’d already been on edge for the gorgeous hunk for three days.

Gideon hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the underwear that pulled tight around my thighs, hauling the soft garment down and off in a swift motion.

I pushed close, hooking my ankles together behind his back while he tore open the condom packet. I curled my fingers into the back of the couch behind me, whimpering again when Gideon gave one or two strokes of both our cocks together in one hand.

Then, he rolled the condom onto his cock in one delicious swoop of his hand from top to base, his eyes flickering half-closed for a moment with pleasure. His hand now slick, he pumped it up and down his shaft a few times.

The plump, round tip of Gideon’s cock pushed inside my tight hole slowly, and I tilted my head back to relish these first few seconds of being filled.

Inch by inch, that shaft slid into me in quick, shallow thrusts that made us both pant for breath. I stayed as relaxed as it was possible to be when my dreamboat was flushed and panting for breath and pushing his way into my tight ass with breathless little grunts.

Oh, those sounds were hot as fuck spilling from his lips.

I moaned my encouragement when Gideon bottomed out, his balls brushing my skin lightly. “Fucking hurry up,” I ordered to let him know I was ready for more.

A grin -- swift but gorgeous, a flash of perfect white teeth -- flitted over Gideon’s face, and then he was pulling his hips back and thrusting again, filling me deep and hot and just right.

“Yes!”

My back arched, and I dug my nails into the couch. Then I couldn’t resist grabbing Gideon’s forearms, running my hands up to his shoulders to haul him in and down for a kiss.

He braced a knee on the couch and one hand behind me to get just stable enough, and then…

“Oh!” I grunted, then growled my approval. “Yes!”

Gideon slammed his hips forward, thrusting inside me fast and hard, exactly the way I craved it.

I pushed forward into that thick cock without hesitation, rolling my head against the back of the couch while Gideon sucked on the side of my neck. It was just hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to leave a hickey. He was thinking this through more than me, then.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I moaned, my toes curling again as Gideon gave quick, hard thrusts into my ass. My whole body shivered with the desire roaring through me like a wildfire.

Those warm lips landed just below my earlobe, sucking gently on that spot on my neck. I couldn’t breathe for a second as the tip of his tongue flickered along my skin and then up to my earlobe, so gently tracing along it.

I couldn’t hold back. I reached under to jerk myself off in quick, sharp strokes. My whole body was tense and twitchy, burning with the need that seemed to redouble under my skin every minute.

I ran my hands up Gideon’s back, under his shirt again, gasping at the way his back muscles rippled with each fluid thrust.

Every time I thought I was on the edge of bliss, Gideon pushed me one level higher.

And then I came so hard my nails bit into his back, clutching at his shoulder blade and the hollow in his back as my body arched clear off the sofa, my legs locked hard around his waist.

I was pretty sure I started to moan his name so loud the whole office could hear, but by the second syllable, his mouth was on mine.

I mumbled my noises of bliss into Gideon’s mouth as my body tensed and released in quick, furious muscle shivers. I felt my own warm wetness against my chest and stomach and reveled in it, my toes curling again as I moaned for Gideon’s benefit.

And then he was coming, too, driving into me in quick uneven motions of pure need. I untangled my hand from his shirt and pulled the back of his head in so he had to kiss me while he came.

The rough, quick pants of breath against my lips were so fucking hot.

At last, our bodies both went still for a few moments, Gideon draped along my front, both of us collapsed against the couch as I slowly let my legs fall so my feet touched the ground. My arms were still loosely draped over his shoulders for a moment before I pulled them back to push my hair back and forth. God, I’d have to do that all over again, and some of my makeup too.

Gideon pulled back to wrap the condom up well and toss it in the bin, and I finally spared a glance down at myself. I had to get myself cleaned up, pretty again, and dressed into another change of clothes.

As I cleaned up and Gideon made himself decent again, there was an unspoken, companionable silence. I felt none of the tension that had knotted me up when he first dragged me into this back room, and the confidence I felt now was less aggressively projected and more…

More sincere.

“Wear that. And that. And those.”

I didn’t stop and question the choices. I slipped into the chinos Gideon picked out for me without hesitation, buttoning up the shirt quickly. Then, I sat at the makeup chair to fiddle with my hair again.

“Good,” Gideon said, half-turned away already to head for the door. Then, he stopped and turned back, gazing at me for a few long moments. I didn’t know what to say or what he was looking for, but I met his gaze without hesitation.

Faintly, only because of the silence between us, I heard the sudden rise in voices that meant someone -- several someones -- had come into the studio.

Gideon abruptly turned again to unlock and open the door. Before the changing room door closed behind him, I heard him greet the photographer and chat with Raymond. He sounded like nothing at all had happened.

God, even if that was a one-time fling, it was one of the best I could remember ever having had.

Gideon Hale fucked me, and it was awesome.

Despite the pouty persona I wanted to show the camera, I couldn’t stop smiling.