He looked just like my ex-husband. At first that alone had me turning away. But I soon came to realize that he was very different. My ex had not one passionate, spontaneous bone in his body.

This man, I had reason to believe, had many. His eyes followed me around the room and I was starting to feel almost uncomfortable from his constant perusal. Of course, my body had other feelings about the matter. My nipples were starting to pucker and that last time we made eye contact, my pussy was actually clenching. No, this man was most definitely not my ex.

I was walking around the reception, trying to make new contacts, handing out cards and gathering a nice collection of others in my purse. It was a formal affair, and my gown for the evening was a sapphire satin sheath that showed all my curves. The neckline was a bit risqué for this type of event, but I'd wanted to ensure people remembered who I was. There was certainly one man who would remember me, and he was staring at my legs now, enjoying the long expanse of tight, shapely leg revealed by the slit in the skirt.

This man really made me hot for some reason. Sure he was gorgeous, but we'd not met at all, not even an introduction. I'd never heard his voice or had my hand clasped in his. Just those eyes from across the room.

As insane as it seemed, I was contemplating a way to get him in bed. I could hardly focus on my professional networking. My gaze was constantly seeking his. When last I turned around to find him, he was gone. I scanned the room and actually felt a moment of panic that he had left me. When I turned back towards the main reception area, there he was. My breath caught in my throat. The instant sensation of hardening nipples and the sweet torture of wetness between my thighs invaded my body.

He was even more handsome up close. His amazing brown eyes held mine. They were the color of hot chocolate, such a deep brown you could feel yourself getting pulled in. He simply held out his hand towards me, and for some reason I found myself placing mine in his. The touch of our skin together sent tingles all the way up my arm. I'm sure he felt it, because the sudden grin, revealing straight white teeth, was knowing. He turned and pulled me after him.

Beyond the reception area and through the lobby, then finally he turned and spoke. I thought I’d melt, his voice was so sexy, with just a hint of deep timbered raspiness.

"I have to leave. Come with me."

"Why do you have to leave?"

"If I stay another second, I'm going to explode. You drive me crazy."  He ran a hand down my arm, his eyes following the motion, fingers soft as feathers. My body went on full alert.  "I want you alone. Now."  He reached again for my hand and my body had a will of it's own. I trailed behind him, getting more excited by the second. Outside, he walked me across the street to a hotel. It was upscale and the thought of a nearby bed had me feeling good about things. He guided me through the lobby and up the elevator. The elevator was full of people; he pulled me close up against him, my back to his front. I teasingly bumped my ass against him and felt how hard he was.

The low warning growl