I could feel the eyes of onlookers burning holes in my backside. I was sure Jesse could, too. Two songs in and practically everyone in the room who knew us had taken note of how deeply close we were. Too close to be just coworkers having a dance. It had to be obvious. No doubt, people were raising a brow at Jesse's palm against my lower back and my head against his shoulder while we swayed to the relaxed spin on Blue Christmas that a violinist and pianist were performing; the two instruments' sound melding beautifully together.

"Is everyone looking at us?" I murmured against his lapel, trying to act like I didn't notice.

"Mmhmm," he chuckled softly. "Absolutely."

At this point, I was so comfortable with Jesse and so at ease with the whole night – whether it was due to his speech tugging at my heartstrings or just the man himself, I didn't know – I didn't have a care in the world while I was in his arms.

I closed my eyes and focused my attention on the finer parts of the evening – the gentle, comforting rhythm of Jesse's heartbeat as I laid my head against his chest; the soft glow of the dimmed lighting pairing perfectly with the classical melody; and the way his body fit beside mine like a match made in Heaven. I was positive that nothing could make the night more wonderful than it was at that moment.

"I could get used to this," Jesse whispered in my ear and pressed a quick kiss to my temple. "You in my arms like this. You in my arms anywhere..."

There was a shift in his tone and the air seemed to change around us, like someone had cranked up the heat. Jesse's hand behind my back pulled me against him a little tighter and my breath caught in my throat when I felt how hard he was through his slacks. I swallowed what felt like a golf ball, but the tightness in my throat remained. A throbbing ache between my legs began to take over my focus and all my suddenly heightened senses were starting to drive me wild with desire. I resisted the absurd urge to wrap my legs around Jesse's waist and go to town on him right there, but I let my brain enjoy the imagination of it until the song came to an end.

Our gentle swaying slowed to a halt and Jesse took a step back, smiling down at me. He brushed a stray hair off my forehead and I felt like I could faint any second if he romanced me any more.

"Do you have to hang around here for business stuff?" I asked, hopeful that he'd say no.

A knowing smirk graced his handsome face and he gave a soft squeeze to my hand that he was still holding.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he raised a cocky brow, the corners of his mouth curving into what was half a smile, half a smirk – one-hundred percent sexy.

I could feel the blush burning up my cheeks at his words. Thank goodness for foundation and concealer or I'd probably look like a tomato. That would really get everyone talking.

A dorky little giggle escaped my lips. "Is it that obvious?"

Jesse breathed a quiet laugh and leaned in to whisper to me. "I can't wait to bury my cock inside you, Vanessa. All fucking night."

I gulped so loud, I was sure half the people in the ballroom could hear it. They could probably hear my racing, banging, drumline of a pulse, too. Shit, I needed him so bad! What had gotten into me?

"Let me go talk to Erica real quick and I'll see if I can get away with leaving early," he told me in such a calm, collected voice.

He'd obviously mastered how to normalize his speaking when he was thinking of something that had his heartrate going wild. I wished I knew how to do that. I was still really good at making a fool of myself every time I opened my mouth when something – or someone – had my pulse racing. Clearly, my brain couldn't separate being ridiculously horny from hiding it in casual conversation with people who didn't need to know about my soaked underwear. Then again, I'd never been one to be horny at work affairs like I was at the moment. Brad had never spoken to me in the salacious ways Jesse did. I supposed I simply didn't have the experience needed to master the art of hiding how turned on I was.

Realizing this, it occurred to me just how pathetic my previous relationship had been in the romance department. I mentally slapped myself for ever thinking I should marry a dude who didn't sext me at work or meet me somewhere on a lunch break for a quickie because he had to have me right then. Brad was so business focused. He couldn't have been bothered to seduce me while we were at work. Jesse would, though, and that was something new that I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to miss all those years before. I wanted a man who would drop everything at any time of day or night to show me how much I turned him on. I wanted a man who would make it a goal to satisfy me daily. I wanted a man who made it obvious to me how much he wanted me. Jesse was that kind of man. Now that I knew this was a realistic option for me, that it wasn't just some fantasy I thought I'd never get, I refused to settle for anything less than a man like Jesse. He checked every box on my mental wish list.

"Having fun over here?" Haley nearly startled me out of my skin walking up behind me with a giggle. "I saw all that."

I turned around to face her with what was probably an embarrassed expression and I quietly told my best friend where no one else could hear that I was so wet, I was going to pass out from being too horny if Jesse didn't fuck me soon, to which she burst out laughing like a damn hyena! People looking my direction was exactly what I didn't want at that moment. Face palm.

"Finally! You admit it!" she laughed her ass off, and I was so thankful that nobody around us knew what she was referring to.

I shook my head, mortified. "Stop it! You're just making it more awkward!"

I couldn't keep a straight face, though. She was making me laugh now, too. A few people were glancing at us like we had three heads.

Right in the nick of time, Jesse returned to where we stood, smiling and giving Haley a hug like they were old friends. It made me feel good to see my best friend and my sort-of-boyfriend getting along so well.

"I just talked to Erica and she's got everything under control," he told me, taking my hand in his again. "She said it's fine if I leave early. I've done all I was required to do for the evening anyway."

Haley, grinning ear-to-ear beside us gave me a quick last hug and told me where only we could hear to go ride him like a horse, to which I couldn't contain my laughter. I was pretty sure I even snorted at some point. It crossed my mind that Brad would've been appalled at that, but there was Jesse, handsome as ever, laughing right along with me. It was a wonderful feeling to be appreciated and not judged for something that didn't matter at all. He made me feel so appreciated and wanted and welcome. It was something I'd never felt before.

Haley scampered off into the arms of her doctor date again and I shook my head in amusement and smiled up at Jesse. He wasn't smiling anymore, though. The look on his face was that of pure earthshaking desire, like he was going to lose his mind if he didn't have me right then.

"So... I kind of anticipated this and rented a hotel room already," he told me with a smirk as he lead me, an arm around my waist, out of the ballroom and towards the elevators.

"Oh, did you?" I raised a brow with a smile, both appreciative and amused that he'd done that.

I was well aware of the eyes following us as we disappeared down the hallway from the event, but I didn't care. My brain was way too hung up on how good Jesse's cologne smelled to give those people a second thought.

Upon entering the elevator, Jesse immediately stalled it. I knew what he was thinking, but I wasn't prepared for the sensory overload when he pinned my back against the wall and started kissing me like his life depended on it.

My arms linked loosely around his neck and I pulled him in closer, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and moaning against his lips. He ground his lower half against me with a sexy grunt of satisfaction and he broke our kiss to start working his lips down my neck. Stopping at my collarbone to give a lingering kiss and a teasing bite, I gasped at the sensation and begged him for more.

"Tell me what you want, Vanessa," he whispered in a husky voice that had me absolutely melting into the damn wall.

I was so overcome with desire, I could barely breathe. "I... I want... I need you inside me, Jesse. Please!"

I could feel him smile against my skin and then his voice turned devilishly dominating. "You know what I want?"

Swallowing hard, I tried to regain control of my breathing. "W-what do you want?"

Jesse's hand left my waist, inching lower. My dress was too long for him to lift up without bending down, so he pressed his palm against the apex of my thighs, beginning a teasing massage.

"Fuck," I gasped, resting my head back against the wall.

Through the thin material of my dress, his fingers skillfully turned me into a writhing mess, my knees ready to buckle. I was sure he could feel how soaked I was through my dress and he was visibly pleased by what he'd done to me.

Jesse let me lose myself in the sensations he was giving me. He rubbed his palm against me, his fingers moving in a perfect rhythm, until I was panting so hard I was about to scream, and then he withdrew.

I grabbed onto the railing in the elevator, gasping for air as I came down from my high. My legs could barely hold my body up any longer. Jesse could tell and stayed right beside me, letting me hold onto him, too.

Once my breathing had become relatively normal again, I released a loud sigh and looked up at him seriously. "Take me to the room right now, damnit."

That glorious smirk returned to his face and he happily pressed the button to take us up, his eyes never leaving mine. He wore a look of primal desire that captivated me in a way I'd never before known.

"I'm going to come inside you over and over until I can't anymore."

It was a delicious promise that I was aching to see fulfilled.

As soon as we set foot in the hotel room, Jesse had his lips on mine. We didn't even turn on the lights. He walked me backwards until the back of my legs found the bed and I fell back onto the comforter with a moan.

Jesse propped himself up with his forearms on either side of my body. His eyes bore into mine with a fiery stare. He wanted me to see how bad he desired for me, and I was loving every second of it.

"I think you're overdressed for the occasion," he told me, pressing his lips to my cheek.

I returned his heated stare and bit my bottom lip. "I think you should fix that, Mr. Reese."

That was all the command he needed to help me out of my dress. It took him all of about ten seconds to pull me to my feet, rip down my zipper, and toss the garment to the floor beside a nearby chair. He pinned me back down on the bed, one hand resting his weight on the bed beside my head and his other hand gently pressing on my bare stomach. He looked down at me and grinned like he knew he was about to give an Oscar-worthy performance, and something about his confidence in bed sent a massive wave of lust rushing through my body.

Jesse's hand moved across my stomach, eliciting a shiver from me as he inched his way down. His fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties and I lifted my hips for him to drag them down my thighs. He knelt down in front of me and pulled the lace the rest of the way down my legs, making sure to take his time. He knew he was driving me crazy and he was relishing in every bit of it.

With a flick of his hand, my underwear was tossed into a growing pile of clothes on the floor. I reached up to drag a pillow closer and lay my head back against it. Making brief eye contact with Jesse, my breath caught again when he placed his hands on my knees and slowly nudged my thighs apart.

The sensation of cool air against my pussy was like a shock to my senses and I became extremely aware of how sopping wet I was. It was beginning to soak the comforter beneath me.

Before I could utter another sound, Jesse flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit and I nearly screamed in sudden unexpected pleasure. I wasn't prepared for the feelings he was giving me and he was enjoying taking full advantage of that with every lick, kiss, and bite he dealt my begging pussy.

His stubble brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs was turning me on more and I moaned loudly, tangling my fingers in the back of his hair.

"Jesse! Please!" I begged as he dragged his teeth over my swollen clit.

He groaned against me and the vibration sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe how good it felt!

"You taste so good, Vanessa," he moaned against my wet skin. "I can't get enough of you."

"Please don't stop," I gasped, trying not to lose complete control just yet.

Then I felt his tongue slide into my pussy and I grabbed a fistful of the comforter, holding on for dear life. He was going to send me freefalling off the cliff any moment.

Jesse's tongue worked my body like he knew he was the only man on earth who could make me feel so amazing. He fucked me with his mouth until I was right on the edge and then his lips returned to my clit, sucking, licking, and swirling his tongue around.

I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I screamed out in a long, agonizing tone that undoubtedly had neighboring guests shocked at the sound. My body jerked uncontrollably in ways no man had made me move before. I came so hard and so long, I wasn't sure I had any more left in me by the time I finally collapsed back against the bed with a huff.

Jesse crawled up onto the bed beside me and flopped down with a proud grin, allowing me the time to get my heartrate back to a semi normal beat.

"That was incredible," I sighed happily, staring up at the ceiling.

He rolled onto his side and kissed me long, slow, and deep, making sure I could taste myself on his lips. It was the most erotic thing and I craved so much more.

"How do you feel?" he asked softly, pressing his lips to my jaw.

I didn't have words. Words could not describe how I was feeling. But actions definitely could.

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, positioning myself on his lap and began rocking my hips against his. He was so hard and it was so hot to me how I could feel his thick length through his slacks. He threw his head back in pleasure and rested his hands on my thighs as I rubbed against him, the friction against my clit driving me insane with need.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time just to frustrate him a little, and then I unbuckled his belt.

"Jesse, I want your cock," I moaned, sliding off of his lap and tugging at his pants.

He breathed a strained laugh at my hastiness and moved to slide his slacks down just far enough for me to have access, and when his hard cock sprang free, I was practically salivating.

Had I been able to control myself a little better, I would've loved to take my time sucking and tasting him, driving him up the wall while he watched me on my knees, but I was so damned horny, I couldn't wait another second to have him inside me.

"Vanessa!" Jesse gave a long groan, his eyes tightly shut and his brows drawn together in a look of incredible pleasure when I straddled his lap and slowly sank down onto him.

He filled me perfectly and I gasped at his thickness stretching me as I adjusted my body on top of his. He was buried so deep inside me, it took me a second to realize I could handle riding him – barely – and I started to slide up and down. Jesse's hips began to move in sync with mine and we found a rhythm that had us both hovering dangerously close to hitting a high already.

I rode him as long as my body could handle, taking him all the way, as deep as possible, and bouncing up and down in a hard, fast manner. I was panting, begging, telling him how great his cock felt slamming inside me. Finally, our rhythm became sloppy and our breathing ragged. We both held out for as long as we could. He gave one final hard thrust and I ground my clit against him, taking all of him inside me, and it sent us careening over the edge with a chorus of curses and pleasured noises, some of which I was pretty sure had never left my lips before.

I collapsed onto Jesse, my lungs burning with how hard I was breathing, and he wrapped his arms around me, brushing his fingers through my hair until my panting slowed.

Jesse's cock was still inside me and I could feel our hot come, the wetness starting to drip down one of my thighs.

"Vanessa?" Jesse mumbled, turning his head to face me.

"Mmhmm?"

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I could feel him smile against my skin. It made me smile, too.

"I know it's soon and it probably sounds ridiculous, but I'm pretty positive I'm falling in love with you..."