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  “You probably should be,” I warned. Most people who knew my name were scared.

  Her gaze fell on me. “Trying to scare me off?”

  I reached out and grabbed her hand. “No, but I don’t want you to make a decision that you’ll regret in the morning.” She talked like she knew me and knew what we were about to do, but I needed to be sure she really understood what I wanted from her.

  “You’ve wanted me for eleven years, right?” she asked.

  I nodded and pulled her into my arms. “Yes,” I growled.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to my ear. “I’ve wanted you for twelve.”

  “Since you were sixteen?” I growled.

  She nodded her head. “You made my little teenage heart flutter whenever you were around.”

  I had noticed back then, but I didn’t realize what she was to me until her seventeenth birthday.

  My fingers delved into her long, mahogany hair, and I tipped her head back. “Once I have you, I’m not going to let you go, Greer. I’m a man who is very possessive of what belongs to him.” For years I had watched her be everything but mine. I was done watching her.

  “That terrifies and excites me all at once,” she whispered. Her eyes were dilated, and a blush was rising on her cheeks.

  The car pulled up in the rear-drive. “This is your last chance to run, Greer,” I said, nodding over her shoulder at the vehicle.

  She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. “Stop trying to change my mind, Apollo, and get in the car.”

  “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” I thought this was going to be much harder than it was turning out to be. I had a slight inclination that Greer wanted me, but I figured there would be some persuading her to be mine.

  She stepped back and held her hand out to me. “Stop trying to be the white knight you think I need, and just give me the man that I’ve wanted.”

  Trey got out of the car and opened the rear passenger door. Greer wiggled her fingers at me, and I did the thing I’ve been dying to do. I grabbed her hand and decided that nothing else mattered but Greer tonight.

  She wanted me, and I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

  It was time to take Greer.

  Three

  Greer

  Apollo helped me into the car, and it felt like my heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t breathe. This was actually happening, and I knew I needed to remember every moment of this night because I knew I might never have it again.

  I glanced out the door and listened to Apollo talk to his driver. Apollo lived a much more lavish life than I was used to. While Kane and I always had everything we wanted growing up, Apollo took that extravagance to the next level. The life he lived gave him access to things that I could never imagine having. A driver, for one, was something that wasn’t in my monthly budget.

  Kane had started up a law firm right out of college, and he became a success in no time. I was his secretary, and while he made the big bucks of the family, I had to say that my paycheck was nothing to laugh at either. It afforded me a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago, a car that was paid off, and a wardrobe that any socialite in the city would love to have. Kane made sure I was paid well even though I was just a secretary.

  Apollo slid into the car and rested his hand on my thigh. “Second thoughts?” he asked as the car glided along the driveway to the front of the MGM.

  “No, although I’m sure the fireworks are going to be amazing.” The wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the ballroom was going to make a fantastic place to watch the fireworks at midnight. Too bad I wasn’t going to be there to enjoy it.

  “I promise we’ll make our own fireworks tonight, Greer.” Apollo’s hand moved up my thigh, and his arm wound around my waist as he turned in his seat.

  All thought of the midnight fireworks fled as his mouth assaulted my neck. Kissing, licking, and nipping my skin while his hands roamed over my body. “Apollo,” I moaned as I delved my fingers into his pitch-black hair to hold on.

  “Why the fuck did I wait so long?” he growled. His hands grabbed my butt and pulled me into his lap. “The dress is hot as fuck, Greer, but it’s keeping me from seeing that gorgeous body underneath.” His hands slid up my back, searching for the zipper.

  “Do we plan on getting out of the car?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he growled against my skin.

  I laughed and melted into his touch. “Then you better leave my dress on, unless you want me to ride the elevator naked up to your room.” Though if he would have taken me right here, I wouldn’t have whispered a word of resistance. Whatever Apollo wanted tonight, I wanted, too.

  Apollo’s hands froze. “The only thing you are going to ride naked is me,” he promised.

  “Then I suggest you not unzip my zipper, which, by the way, is on the side. Once the dress comes off, it’ll take three men and an act of God to get it back on.” It had taken Kent three tries and a running start to get the zipper pulled up back in the hotel room. Once this dress was off, it was off for good.

  “Then I guess I’ll have to figure out another way to touch you since there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll let anyone see you naked but me.” His hand skimmed down my leg, grabbed the hem of my dress, and slowly pulled it up, revealing my tanned legs. “Every summer, you wear these shorts,” he murmured as he ran his hand up and down my calf. “So fucking short that the fucking pockets hang out of the bottom. All I can think about when I see you in them is bending you over, yanking them down your legs, and fucking the hell out of you.” His hand glided up the inside of my leg, brushed against my satin panties, and a tremor rocked my body.

  “I wish I would have brought them with me,” I moaned. I knew the shorts he was talking about. They were short, and the only time I ever wore them was when I knew he was going to be around.

  “Don’t worry, sweet Greer. I have plans for you and those shorts when we get back to Chicago,” he whispered in my ear.

  My heart lifted with the hope that this really wouldn’t be one night and that Apollo and I might actually be together. “I’ll make sure to keep my schedule open,” I gasped as he nipped my earlobe.

  “Good girl,” he growled.

  “How much longer until we get to the hotel?” I gasped as his hand cupped my pussy. My god, this man was too much.

  Apollo glanced out the window. “A couple more minutes,” he mumbled as his fingers brushed aside my panties. His fingers deftly parted the folds of my pussy, and I moaned as he barely touched my clit.

  I was going out of my mind. Never had I imagined that this was how I would be ringing in the New Year. My body draped across Apollo Banachi, while his fingers did wicked things to me, was the perfect beginning to the new year. He barely touched me, but I was ready to go off like a firecracker in his arms. “Please,” I breathed out.

  “I’m going to make you come all over my hand before this car stops.”

  “But…we’re almost…there,” I stuttered. I needed more time enjoying his touch before it was over. I needed time to stand still and live in this moment forever.

  “The door doesn’t open until you give me what I want.” He pinched my clit between his fingers, sending a bite of pain along with a wave of desire. He turned my head, his lips capturing mine. His hand delved in my hair, held me close while his lips claimed me, and his fingers drove me closer to the edge.

  I closed my eyes, allowing my senses to feel everything at once. Apollo’s fingers were building me up, playing me like a game of chess, making moves to make me his. “We’re almost there, Greer. Give it to me,” he urged as his fingers sped up.

  Just as he pinched my clit again, he gently bit down on my bottom lip, throwing me into a sea of ecstasy. His fingers continued to gently stroke my clit, while he mumbled against my mouth. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy grabbing my dick like a vise when I make you come again.”

  His words sent ano
ther tremor through my body, and my anticipation built even as I was still coming down from my first orgasm. “Please, stop,” I pleaded. I wanted more, but I preferred to be in Apollo’s bed the next time I came.

  He pressed one last kiss to my lips and slid my panties back in place. “If I touch you any more, I’m going to take you right here and not care about the consequences.” Apollo pulled my dress down and gently slid me next to him. “Don’t look at me like that, Greer. I’m standing on the edge of losing myself in you, and when that happens, I prefer it not to be in the back of my car. Although that does have the potential for a later time.”

  Apollo opened the door and stepped out in one motion. He held his hand out to me, and I felt my heart flutter at his mention of car sex later. Each word he spoke, I committed to memory.

  “Greer, take my damn hand. Put me out of my fucking misery. Your sexy coyness is seriously going to be the death of me,” he growled low.

  I wasn’t being coy. I was still in shock by the fact that I was here at this moment. I had just came all over his hand, and he was expecting me to get out of the car, let alone actually form a coherent thought.

  I grabbed his hand, and his calloused fingers gently squeezed my hand and intertwined with my fingers as he pulled me from the car. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. I normally was able to keep my cool around Apollo, but that was back when he didn’t touch me. When I thought he didn’t see me as anything more than his friend’s sister.

  His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. “Don’t apologize, Greer. I’m an ass because something I’ve wanted for so long is about to be mine, and I’ve lost my patience entirely.” His thumb brushed across my cheek. “If you’d let me, I’d take you against this car right now.”

  A fire burned through me at his words. I swallowed hard, my eyes never leaving his. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you,” I whispered. I would—no doubt about it.

  Apollo hissed, pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and spun around. “You’re adding to my list of things I want to do to you, Greer.”

  I gulped, wondering if he just added sex in public to the list, and let him tug me towards the front entrance. As long as he was involved, I would be game. I knew Apollo would never do anything to me that wouldn’t be amazing. “What exactly did you just add to the list?” I asked as Apollo headed straight to the bank of elevators and pressed the button to call for one.

  Apollo smirked and shook his head. “You’ll find out when it happens, sweet Greer.”

  “I like when you call me that,” I mumbled as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Thankfully there was no one in the elevator, and no one else was wanting to go up with us. The doors slid shut behind us as Apollo hit the button for the fifteenth floor then pressed me against the wall.

  “I’ve always thought of you like that, sweet Greer. Now I know it’s the truth. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than you.” He caged me in with his arms and leaned into me. “I think you’ve created an addiction that I’ll never be able to satisfy.”

  His lips devoured mine before I could even form a coherent thought. My hands went to the buttons on his suit, slightly fumbling till I managed to slip them loose. I pushed his jacket open, and my hands slid up his chest, feeling his rock hard body beneath. “I’ve always loved the way you look in a suit, but I’m dying to know what you look like without it.”

  Apollo glanced over his shoulder. “Five more floors, and you won’t be wondering anymore.”

  I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. “Can we add elevator sex to your list?” I purred. My fingers worked his bowtie loose and tugged it off. Just as I had the top two buttons of his shirt worked open, the elevator dinged, and the doors glided open.

  “It’s been moved to the top of the list,” he promised. He grabbed his jacket off the floor, tossed it over his shoulder, and grabbed my hand. “Tomorrow, we start whittling down the list. Tonight, I just need to lose myself in your body.”

  “Can you please stop saying things like that,” I murmured as Apollo pulled me down the hallway. “At least wait until we get into the room,” I whined. Never did I think I would hear Apollo say anything like that to me.

  “That’s not even half of the things that are running through my mind right now, Greer. That’s just the condensed version.”

  We stopped in front of room 1509, and Apollo slid the card into the door. “I should have told Kent I was leaving,” I mumbled as I stepped into Apollo’s room. Everything had happened so fast. One minute I was begging Kent not to leave my side, and now I was standing in Apollo’s hotel room on the fifteenth floor. Whoa.

  “I’ll let one of my men know. They’ll find Kent and tell him.” Apollo pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.

  I walked over to the huge window on one side of the large room and looked down at the strip. Apollo would solve my problem so efficiently and quickly.

  Tons of people were milling around down below us, proving the fact that Las Vegas never slept.

  “Oh,” I gasped. “What time is it?” I whirled around, looking for a clock, and my eyes fell to the clock on one of the end tables.

  “What’s wrong?” Apollo asked as he tossed his phone on the bed and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. Even with four-inch heels on, Apollo still was a good three inches taller than me.

  “It’s almost midnight,” I said, nodding at the clock.

  “So it is,” Apollo mumbled. “I completely forgot it was New Year’s Eve.” His hands rubbed my back. “It feels more like Christmas morning.”

  “Really?”

  “Yup. You’re the present I’ve wanted all year, and now I finally get to unwrap you.” Apollo found the zipper on the side of my dress and slowly inched it down.

  “When do I get to finish unwrapping you?” I asked.

  My dress loosened on me, and Apollo pushed the strap of the dress off of my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck, and I tilted my head to the right.

  “As soon as I finish unwrapping you. I’m an impatient man tonight, Greer.” He slid the other shoulder of the dress off, and the black and green fabric pooled around my feet. “Happy New Year to me,” he mumbled under his breath.

  I was wearing a black, satin strapless bra with matching black panties that were now soaked through with need for Apollo. He reached up, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his crisp dress shirt, and shrugged it off his shoulders.

  “I said I wanted to unwrap you, but I think watching you strip for me is even better,” I hummed as he pulled his white undershirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

  I hadn’t seen Apollo with his shirt off since I was sixteen. That was also the summer I fell helplessly in love with him. Before he even noticed me. “Do you remember that summer we spent at the lake?” I asked as his hands went to the button of his pants.

  “You mean the summer I started having inappropriate thoughts about a sixteen-year-old?” Apollo smirked.

  “You weren’t the only one with inappropriate thoughts that summer.” Every night I’d gone to bed, dreaming of Apollo and hoping he would notice me. It was crazy to know now that he was seeing me differently then than I thought he did.

  “Just added going to that cabin for the summer and doing everything I wanted to do to you back then.” Apollo toed off his shoes and pulled his pants down his legs.

  “I think I should probably write down everything we keep adding to our list,” I laughed. It was getting longer by the second, and I wanted to make sure we didn’t miss anything.

  “It’s all up here, sweet Greer,” Apollo said as he tapped a finger to the side of his head. “I’ve been making a list for the past eleven years.”

  “You mean there’s more to the list than the things we’ve said tonight?” I wondered what else Apollo had on the magical list of naughty things.

  “Tons, Greer.” Apollo nodded over my shoulder. “It looks like you w
on’t miss those fireworks after all.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw the sky was lit up with huge sprays of gold, green, and purple fireworks. “Wow,” I gasped. Apollo’s hotel room was so high that it felt like I could reach out the window and touch the fireworks.

  Apollo spun me around, so I was facing the window, and he wrapped his arms around me. “Happy New Year, sweet Greer,” he whispered in my ear. His hands traveled over my body, distracting me from the fireworks. “They say who you start the new year with is who you’ll end the year with.”

  “Really, is that what they say?” I leaned my head back on Apollo’s shoulder and enjoyed being in his arms. I had wanted this for so long, and I was finally getting it.

  “It’s what I hear,” he murmured. “As much as I like watching the fireworks with you, we’re going to have to move this to the bed, or I’m going to have to fuck you against the window.”

  “The bed sounds nice,” I sighed as Apollo rained kisses down the side of my neck. “But anywhere with you sounds nice. It might be amazing to have you and be able to watch the fireworks at the same time.”

  Apollo growled and spun me back around to face him. “You’re definitely going to be good for my ego, Greer.”

  “I don’t know if that’s going to be a good thing,” I laughed. “You and your ego can barely fit in the room the way it is. I might need to bring you down a few notches.” I was in love with Apollo, but that didn’t mean I was blind to everything he was. He was cocky and full of himself, and at times was a bit too much. But that was Apollo. That was what I loved.

  “I’d like to see you try,” he said as he shook his head. “Except you can try tomorrow. Tonight you can stroke my ego all you want.”

  “I’m sure that isn’t the only thing you’d like me to stroke tonight.” I trailed my hand down his chiseled chest and grabbed his cock through his silk boxers. “I always pinned you for being a boxer man.”

  “So you’ve thought about me in my underwear before?” he smirked.