“Ty… I really should tell you—”

With a speed he hadn’t known himself capable of, Ty dislodged his hand from Caitlyn’s hip and placed it over her mouth. He leaned in until his lips were a whisper away from her ear, close enough that the feathery gold waves of her long hair tickled his nose and drenched him in the scent of strawberry shampoo.

“I really don’t need to know all the sordid details of your single life.” A muscle twitched in his jaw as images of Caitlyn’s long, supple legs wrapped around another man’s waist threatened to break through the barrier he’d erected in his mind. The only arms he wanted to picture her in were his. The only cock he wanted her sweet pussy riding was his. Only his.

Always his.

His palm muffled her retort, but he could tell by the way her shoulders hunched in around her ears that she wasn’t pleased with the sudden turn of events. Well, good. Neither was he. Learning that in his absence Caitlyn had resorted to finding her pleasure at the hands of experts wasn’t exactly one of the happiest moments of his life, either. For months, he’d thought of no one but her. He’d been with no one else, contenting himself with spilling his load in his hand as he tossed and turned on his large and very empty bed. Even his fantasies had only featured her.

Caitlyn. The woman he’d have given up everything for, if she’d only asked.

She hadn’t, though. Not the night she’d broken up with him, and not now. In fact, she seemed intent on demonstrating she didn’t need him at all. If not for the slight trembling that made her body quiver beneath the pressure he applied against her sweet, sexy ass, he might have thought she’d be just as happy to replace him with Joseph, or anyone else from Acme Corporation.

Caitlyn writhed against him, struggling to break free of his hold. Ty sighed, pressing her up harder against the wall. “Joseph couldn’t make it tonight, so the company sent me. There’s no more to say.”

Her tense muscles relaxed slightly, though not enough to fool him into thinking she was completely at ease. Well, at least he hadn’t lied. Not entirely, anyway. Joseph Reilly did have better things to do tonight than fuck Ty’s ex, even if the Caitlyn that Ty had known three months ago bore little resemblance to the vixen who now brushed the tip of her tongue against his index finger.

When she sucked his fingertip into her mouth, Ty couldn’t stifle the groan that fell unbidden from his lips. This would have all been so much easier if she’d acted like the good girl she’d always been. Watching her wiggle those sexy hips in that tiny dress had taken more self-control than he’d thought he’d had. And tasting her, licking her sweet cream as her pussy clenched and shuddered with release was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced in his entire life.

Ironically, tongue-fucking Caitlyn in the service hallway of a major casino was also the most adventurous thing he’d ever done. Sky diving, bungee jumping, camping in a location known for repeated bear attacks—all that had been child’s play. Having his tongue buried in Caitlyn’s delicious cunt trumped any other experience.

His left hand was still fastened to her waist, keeping her ass pressed against his groin. Ty tightened his grip, holding her firmly to him. Damn it, he didn’t want to let her go again. Not tonight.

Not ever.

Giving him no warning, Caitlyn wiggled her hips. Her ass rubbed against his rod in excruciatingly slow, sensual circles. His cock turned to solid stone, swelling to impossible hardness. It stretched the confines of his briefs, the sensitive head brushing against the textured cotton, sending a jolt of sensation to burrow into his sac.

If he didn’t fuck her soon, he’d explode. Literally.

“Okay, that’s it,” Ty growled. His frustration knew no bounds. “Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”