Insanely gorgeous.

That's the best way to describe the woman currently leaning towards me, her flowery perfume wafting over me, more intoxicating than the beer I drank before she came over. She smells like winter and roses and a little bit of trouble.

"I think you know exactly what I want," she whispers in my ear, her breath fanning over my skin and causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Oh, I'm sure I do, and I couldn't be more on board.

The hand on my thigh runs up a bit farther, and my dick jumps in my jeans as a result.

She pulls back slowly, her almond-shaped, onyx, brown eyes watching me intently, a slight grin lingering on her plump, red lips.

Her wavy hair is some dark color, and I'm not sure if it's the light, but when she moves, it almost looks purple. The crop-top she is wearing does nothing to hide her perfect cleavage, and it's impossible for me to keep my eyes from straying down there every so often.

She rests her side against the bar, picks up her glass of whiskey, and takes another sip, all the while keeping her eyes locked on me.

This isn't new. I've had plenty of women approach me in bars and hit on me in the hopes that I will go home with them, although I very rarely take them up on the offer.

At first glance, nothing about the beauty perched on a stool across from me appears inherently different. Everything from asking me to buy her a drink to already knowing who I am and faking an interest in swimming, even down to her fake, red fingernails that are currently tapping against the bar countertop, is completely on par with every similar interaction I've had before.

And yet, I can't shake the feeling that she is toying with me. There is this sinful glint in her big, onyx eyes promising complete chaos, and it's reeling me in. I have no doubt that this is a bad idea, but I can't find it in myself to care.

Her lips tug up at the side as she twirls her glass slowly. I'm not sure if she is waiting for a response, but I'm pretty certain that I don't have enough functioning brain cells to formulate one right now.

"It's such a beautiful night, don't you think?" she muses, her gaze moving to the open door showcasing the wet pavement outside. It's been raining non-stop for the last twenty-four hours. But as her stare catches mine again, it's obvious that her remark wasn't actually intended for us to discuss the weather.

"Want to go for a stroll?" I finally manage to speak again, smirking a bit at her. I doubt there will be much walking involved in tonight's activities.

I have been hit on in bars often enough, but I'm a bit of a serial monogamist, and the only time I actually went home with someone, it turned into a three months-long relationship, so you could say I'm a little out of my comfort zone right now.

Her, on the other hand? She seems completely in her element. Her eyes twinkle with fake excitement as she leans forward a bit, resting a hand on my leg again. "What a great idea, Jayden."

It's at this moment that I realize that I don't know her name. I don't know anything about her. But right now doesn't really seem like the most opportune time to ask, so instead, I take a deep swig of my beer, thinking I'm going to need a bit of liquid courage, and motion towards the door. "Lead the way, Trouble."

She gets up and turns to survey the bar, which allows me to check out her ass for the first time. Holy shit. The things I would do to that ass... "Just one second," she tells me over her shoulder, pulling me away from my thoughts that have quickly turned R-rated. She has her phone in her hand, sending off a quick text. Her fingers drum against the bar as she waits for a response, and once it ticks in, she sends me a suggestive grin.

I finish off my beer before standing up. I'm buzzing with nervous energy as I peer down at her, noticing that she is not that much shorter than me. Something almost magnetic makes me reach out and place a hand on the small of her back to guide her through the slightly crowded bar.

This might just go down in history as one of my more idiotic ideas because there is no doubt in my mind.

This woman is trouble in high heels.

She will destroy me.

And I am going to love it.

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Like I suspected, the mysterious beauty didn't actually want to wander the streets of Ann Arbor, and before long, she had hauled me inside a cab. I'm not entirely sure when we decided to go to my place, but the way her dainty fingers were touching me, I would probably have given her my social security number if she had asked.

As soon as the door to my apartment closes behind us, she grabs me by the collar and pulls my face down to her, attaching our lips.

Despite her rather demanding actions, her lips are soft, moving slowly against mine. It's a scintillating kiss, killing me and bringing me back to life all at once. She tastes smoky, like whiskey and bad decisions.

Her hands run up my neck, tangling in my hair to pull me even closer. My left arm winds around her waist, fussing our body together, and with my other hand, I gently grip her chin, tipping it back so I can deepen the kiss. My action is rewarded with a soft, whimpering moan leaving her mouth.

That sound makes every available drop of blood in my body migrate towards my dick. Part of me would give anything to stay here forever, prolonging this moment for as long as humanly possible, but another, steadily growing part of me is aching to remove the barriers between us, exploring her body, drowning in her. The latter wins.

I start moving forward, forcing her to walk backward. I kick off my shoes, and she steps out of her heels, suddenly causing her to be a few inches shorter. Without breaking the kiss, I reach out a hand to open the door to my bedroom, slowly guiding her inside. Her lips leave mine, hovering a breath away as we both gasp for air. She glances up at me. This close, I can see every shade in her eyes. They are dark pools of secrets and desire.

She turns in my grasp, and my mouth falls to her neck, sucking and licking as she flicks on the light, bathing us in brightness.

She takes in my small bedroom, consisting of a queen-sized bed, a dresser, and a tiny closet. "Nice place you have here, Jayden."

There she goes saying my name again. While I love the way her voice wraps around it, it also serves as a reminder that I don't know what to call her. This whole experience is already very new to me, but having a one-night stand with someone I'm not on a first-name basis with might be a little extreme for me.

"You know, I don't think I caught your name," I mumble against her neck, my fingers skimming across the exposed skin of her stomach. She is scorching under my hands, the fire spreading to the rest of my body, making me feel like I'm touching a burning flame.

She peers over her shoulder, playful brown eyes catching my gaze. "That's because I didn't tell you."

"Might be nice to know," I comment as I lean back against the doorway, leisurely running my hands up her upper body, barely touching the outline of her boobs.

She steps away from me, sauntering across the room. Her fingers lightly trace the surface of my dresser. "Why?"

I chuckle. "Can't really moan your name if I don't know what it is."

She twirls around, her mischievous gaze landing on me, drinking me in. "Oh, honey." She smirks. "When I get started, you won't be able to remember it anyway."

I shake my head a bit in disbelief, but mostly in astonishment. How did I end up here with this woman?

Something about her entices me immensely. The colossal amount of confidence she exuded approaching me at the bar and striking up a conversation despite knowing next to nothing about swimming was sexy as fuck. I'm used to women faking an interest in my sport to get a chance to talk to me, but usually, they'll try to hide it behind vague terminology and mumbled words. This one, though, she seemed almost intent on making me realize that she couldn't give two shits about swimming. Should I be worried that there is a hidden agenda behind her interest in me? Perhaps.

However, when she slowly drags the top, she's wearing over her head and deposits it on the floor, every last logistical part of me flies out the window.

Her perfect tits are covered by a white lacy piece of fabric, and my fingertips are practically itching to remove that and every other article of clothing on her body so that we can get on to the main event of the night.

Me fucking her.

Or her fucking me.

I'm not entirely sure who will do the fucking, but someone is definitely getting fucked tonight.

She walks towards me like a predator stalking its prey, slow, deliberate movements, eyes not wavering from my face even once.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," she says with sincerity as she stops a few feet in front of me.

I straighten my posture, enjoying the height advantage it gives me over her, and cock an eyebrow. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

"Consent goes both ways," she notes as her hands grab my shirt and begin pulling it over my head. Once it's off, her eyes are back on my face. "Besides, I think my intentions are pretty apparent. I just don't want you to feel I'm taking advantage of you."

I chuckle hoarsely when she begins unbuckling my belt, heat rising in my body. "Isn't that exactly what you're doing?"

That makes the smirk appear on her face again. She closes the distance between us, reaching up on her toes to brush her lips against mine. "Only as much as you want me to."

I circle her waist with my arms, pulling her into me as I deepen the kiss. "Go for it," I mumble against her lips.

That was all the permission she needed. Her hands land on my pecs, dainty fingers beginning to explore my torso, running along every crevice of muscle like she's planning to memorize them. Her touch leaves behind a trail of fire, making it hard for me to concentrate on kissing her, and my cock is straining uncomfortably against my jeans. Although not for long. She makes quick work of pulling them down before sinking to the floor.

My dick springs free, right in front of her face. There is something primal about the intense pleasure I get from watching her on her knees with my cock inches from her mouth.

I think it stems from an instinctual need for control and dominance, and yet I know that there's absolutely nothing submissive about the woman currently looking at my dick like it's her last meal.

Her eyes flick up to mine, catching me gauging her, and with a teasing wink at me, she licks her lips and then wraps them around the head, sliding it in deeper.

Holy shit.

My head falls back against the doorframe behind me. On instinct, my hands find her hair, not to dictate the pace, but simply to have something to hold on to.

This is clearly not her first rodeo, and with expert movements, her mouth takes me as deep as possible while her hand wraps around the base to cover the rest. She pulls her head back, so just her tongue is running along the length of my cock, and I'm panting.

"Shit." I peer down at her, and her eyes are already trailed on me. "Just like that."

She deep-throats me again, her free hand cupping my balls, and I'm seconds from exploding in her mouth, and I think she knows because she leans back on her heels, releasing my dick with a pop. "Wanna move this to the bed?"

Does she even have to ask?

I grab her hands and pull her to her feet. "Mhmm," I hum, guiding her backward towards my bed while stepping out of my pants. "But first, we need to remove some layers."

I stop when we reach the edge of my bed frame, and I slide the skirt she is wearing down her legs, revealing a pair of lacy white panties. Years of experience have taught me that matching underwear isn't necessarily a given with women, but something tells me this wasn't coincidental.

Fucking shit, she has a smoking hot body. Her golden skin is sprinkled with small tattoos and a larger floral design with a snake winding through it on her right thigh and hip.

I all but rip the bra over her head, finally giving me a full visual of her perky tits with tiny rosebuds that are taut with excitement. Her nipples are pierced with silver bars adorned with a red stone on either end. I take a handful of each and lean down to suck one nipple into my mouth, instantly feeling the contrast between her feverish skin and the cool steel. She arches her back with a soft moan, and I'm spurred on to give her a gentle push, so she lays sprawled out on my bed in front of me.

I grab my dick in one hand, giving it a tuck as I greedily stare at her perfect figure. "What do you want me to do to you?"

She raises herself up on her elbows, her eyes turning hooded and even darker as she fixes her gaze on my moving hand. "For starters, you could make good use of that."

I smirk, leaning forward a bit so that I can cub her pussy over her panties. "Oh yeah?" I ask, noticing how soaked she is. Shit, that's hot.

I pull her underwear down her legs quickly, and my eyes drink in her pink pussy open and ready for me. I turn towards the dresser and find a condom in the top drawer. Ripping the foil, I roll it down my erection before getting on my knees on the bed, towering over her. She scoots up a bit, biting down on her lower lip in anticipation.

I run a finger through her folds, coating it in her fluids and circling that swollen bundle of nerves. "Oh," she sighs, dropping her head back.

Teasing her entrance with the tip of my dick as I keep rubbing against her clit, she starts squirming underneath me. Her head lifts again, so she can pin me with a look full of desire. "Give it to me."

She doesn't need to tell me twice.

In one movement, I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

Shit, she's so fucking wet and tight.

I cover her body with mine so I can capture her lips, kissing her hungrily. Intense waves of pleasure wash over me as I thrust into her while ravishing her mouth.

Her fingernails run up my back with just the right amount of pressure to leave scratches behind, and I pound into her.

"Fuck, yes," she moans, spurring me on. My head falls to her shoulder, lightly peppering the skin with kisses.

I still can't believe I somehow ended up in bed with this woman writhing underneath me.

Her legs circle my waist, and with the heels of her feet, she presses me inside her even deeper, and it takes an immense amount of willpower not to come right here and now.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good," I gasp.

After a few more thrusts, her mouth finds my ear, breathing heavily. "Roll over," she whispers, and after several years of competitive swimming, I have mastered the art of taking directions.

I pull out, flip myself onto my back and tug her with me. She straddles me, her fingers grabbing my cock, as she positions her pussy right above it, slipping the tip inside and making circular movements with her hips.

"Oh my God," I mumble, closing my eyes in ecstasy. They fly open again when she presses down, so all of me disappears inside her.

"Fuck," she moans, steadying herself with her hands on my chest, her eyes burning into mine for a long, intense moment before she begins moving up and down. She's a freaking vision, bouncing on my dick.

"Yes, baby," I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "You're doing so fucking good."

I close one hand over one boob, fingers playing with her nipple, pinching it around the steel bar, while my other hand goes to her clit, gently pressing against it.

She starts shaking as a result of my treatment, and I lift my hips to meet each one of her movements. We're both making sounds like crazy, and when she moans my name, I almost lose it then and there.

"Come for me, Trouble," I coax her, increasing my pressure on her clit, and her movements become sloppier.

"Jayden," she gasps as she shatters around me, and my arm circles her hips to keep her in place as I pound into her one last time, emptying myself into the condom while her pussy clenches my dick tightly.

"Holy fuck," I mumble into her hair as she collapses on my chest, both of us heaving for air.

"You can say that again," she chuckles, glancing up at me with a completely satisfied expression.

After she cleans up in the bathroom and I catch my breath, I end up taking her from behind against the dresser with so much eagerness that the poor, old piece of furniture almost breaks from the sheer force of my thrusting.

Once we're done with that, we fall down on my bed, only just managing to turn out the lights and remove the condom before we both pass out from exhaustion, my arms wrapped around this enigma of a woman whose name I still have yet to learn.

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Having been a swimmer for most of my life, it doesn't surprise me when I wake up only moments after the birds start chirping. It's like I have this built-in alarm clock, reminding me to go to the pool, which is especially impractical when I don't have training till noon, like today.

What does, however, surprise me is the fact that when I roll over on my side, an almighty groan escaping me as I feel sore in muscles I forgot I had; my outstretched arm lands on empty space.

I lift my head, eyes squinting against the sun peeking in through the blinds, and yep, my bed is most definitely empty.

Where is she?

Raking a hand through my hair, I recap last night in an attempt to figure out if I somehow just imagined the encounter with the mysterious beauty, but my morning wood already standing at attention, ready for a third round, seems fairly certain that it did, in fact, happen.

Then why am I alone?

I sit up, searching the small room. There is no sign of her. Her clothes that I remember removing rather eagerly are nowhere to be seen.

I'm not really familiar with the etiquette for one-night stand sleepovers, but I feel like it's polite to still be there when the other person wakes up.

If it weren't for the scent of roses still lingering in the air, I might have been inclined to think I made the whole thing up. She seems almost too good to be true. Witty, sexy, downright sinful with just a splash of trouble. She's the whole package.

It can't be much after seven, so I jump out of bed, eager to see if she's just out in the kitchen, making breakfast or something. Although nothing about her strikes me as the domestic type.

But the apartment is quiet as I move into the entrance, peeking into the kitchen.

Where did she go?

The third time my eyes sweep the cramped living room space, I finally notice the small note perched on the windowsill.

I frown, biting down on my lower lip as I slowly approach it as if it's a ticking bomb. I regard it skeptically for a moment before picking it up and reading the words.

See ya...

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