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Either Z makes her nervous or she’s trying to show off her tits.
“I know you don’t care what club girls think, but thank you for um, well, you know.” She darts away to help someone at the other end of the bar.
Z stands there, staring after her, and finally shakes his head.
“That was sweet.” I brush my hand over his arm. “Took her a minute to screw up the courage.”
“Am I that scary?”
“Not to me.”
“Nothing to thank me for,” he grumbles. “Not wanting to see girls hurt doesn’t make me a hero.”
“Maybe it does here.”
His presidential gaze slides over the crowd. “Maybe the herd needs more thinning,” he mutters.
“Z.” I rest two fingers on his cheek, slowly turning his head my way. He sweeps his gaze over me, lingering on the plunging neckline of my dress.
“I want to bury my face in your tits.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
“Hey,” he says more seriously. He runs his fingers through my hair pushing it over my shoulder. “It’s good to hear you laugh…after everything.”
“You always make me laugh.”
His hand drops to my knee, slowly tracing little circles. I shift, spreading my knees, opening myself up for him, and he wedges himself in tight. “What are you doing, Siren?”
“Me? I’m just sitting here having a drink with my man.” I pick up the drink, teasing the little straw with my tongue.
He slides his hand up and under my dress, heading straight for what I’m offering. I gasp and briefly close my eyes when he stops and runs his thumb over the hot line between my legs.
“Lilly.” His breath is a hot puff of air over my cheek. “You’re soaked.”
“Am I?”
“You want me to conduct a more thorough inspection?”
Holding back my laughter, I scoot to the edge of the stool, opening my legs wider. “I think you have to.”
He leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “Look at me.”
My gaze searches the room one more time. It’s so dark, I don’t think anyone even realizes we’re over here. Well, except the girls behind the bar, but they’re not going to interrupt us.
I meet his burning gaze and my pulse jumps. Under my dress, he slides his finger along the edge of my underwear, slowly working it away from my body.
“Oh,” I gasp as soon as his rough fingers make contact with my sensitive skin.
“Just what I suspected,” he murmurs. Beard stubble scratches my cheek as he drops kisses along my jaw. “Tilt your hips for me.”
I loop my arms around his neck and adjust the way I’m perched on the stool. His body is hard under my palms as I stroke his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Kiss me.”
Hunger stirs inside me. Not only for his body, but his heart and soul too. I sweep my tongue against his lip, and he groans, encouraging me. I open my mouth and he brushes his tongue against mine at the same time he slips a finger inside me.
“Oh,” I moan into his mouth from the exquisite intrusion. He doesn’t give me much time to adjust before adding a second finger. I moan even louder, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he slowly eases his fingers in and out of me.
“So wet.” His mouth kicks into a grin. “Who made your pussy so wet?”
Devilish man. He brushes his thumb over my clit and I can’t form an answer. What was the question?
“You,” I whisper. “Fuck.”
He twists his wrist and pumps his fingers in and out faster. “Think you can come for me like this?”
I open my eyes to search the room again.
“No, keep your eyes on me. No one’s paying attention to us.” He slides his fingers out and makes a slow trail to my clit, rubbing in maddening circles.
I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his chest. “I’m already close.”
“Hmm.” For the next few seconds, he’s quiet, concentrating on the fire he’s building between my legs. I risk looking up into his eyes. He’s so focused on me it pushes me to the edge.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers.
I hook my ankles together behind his legs, pulling him closer. Inviting him to do whatever he wants.
He groans. “Come for me first.”
I’m so close to that blissful edge. My hips rock, my breath stutters, my pulse jumps, heat races over my chest and up my neck. I call out his name, a broken cry, louder than I intended. He slows his movements and drags his fingers out, stopping to readjust my underwear. He tickles and traces little patterns on my inner thighs and strokes me through my underwear, each soft touch bringing me gently back to Earth.
Desire still simmers in his eyes when I look up.
I slide off the stool and take his hand.
As we turn to sneak down the hallway to our room, Hustler stops us.
“That was fucking hot, Prez.”
Heat sears my cheeks. Yes, I knew there was a possibility someone might see us, but knowing it could happen and knowing it did happen are two different things.
Z glares at him. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
He throws his arms wide. “You’re at the bar, not invisible.”
“I don’t care if I’m on your dining room table, avert your eyes, motherfucker.”
“Z.” I tug on his hand. “We have more pressing concerns at the moment.” I graze my fingers over his erection straining the zipper of his jeans in case he doesn’t know what concern I’m referring to.
He growls at Hustler one last time before tugging me along. Hustler winks as I go by. Not the creepy, makes-my-skin-crawl wink of a predator. More like a friendly go-fuck-your-man wink.
Z stalks down the hallway so fast, I have trouble keeping up in my heels. Inside our room, he pulls my dress up and over my head, tossing it on the chair.
“Stand by the bed and wait for me,” he rasps.
I go to kick off my heels and he stops me. “Leave ‘em.”
Curious, I move to the bed, running my hand over the comforter. Z unlaces his boots without taking his eyes off me. With a twitch of my hips, I turn and press my palms against the mattress, arch my back and glance over my shoulder.
“How’d you know that’s what I wanted?” He clutches the edges of his cut and pulls it wide, drawing attention to his broad chest, sturdy shoulders, and inked arms. He places it over the chair, then drags his T-shirt up.
I lick my lips as he exposes every delicious inch. All his naked chest, hard muscles and beautiful ink. His hands move to his belt and my desire ratchets up another notch. I don’t know what it is about his big hands working that thick strap of black leather loose, but it gets me every time.
He flicks the button loose and lowers the zipper. The jeans end up on the floor, kicked to the side. He stalks over, cock in hand.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“You.”
“How?”
I twitch my hips. “Do you need me to draw you a map?”
He pops his hand against my ass and squeezes. “Careful what you ask for, Lilly.”
Now I can’t see him, but I feel his heat against the back of my legs. He slides his hands over my hips and down my thighs, dropping to the floor behind me.
“Z?”
“Shh.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags it down my legs. Featherlight kisses and licks along the backs of my legs have me squirming. He pushes his hand between my legs, widening my stance, then replaces his hand with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck. You didn’t have to…oh my god…I’m ready. Holy shit.”
On a mission, he licks and kisses, spreading my wetness everywhere. Too absorbed in the sensations, I collapse against the mattress, tucking my arms under me.
While he stands back up, he continues to stroke me. My legs are shaking so hard when he finally rubs his cock against my slick center. He grips my hips and fills me in one,
solid thrust.
It feels so good, I’m clawing at the comforter, balling it up under me. The sounds of our skin slapping together as he pounds into me fills the room.
“Hear how wet you are?” he rasps. “So fucking hot.”
He falls over me, pressing against my back. “Slide your fingers down and work your clit.”
I grunt an obscene noise as I rush to comply. He lifts his weight off me, pulling away. I think to see if I’m doing as he asked. God, even that drives me crazy with need.
He grips my hip and slows his pace, making me feel every maddening thrust. “Fuck, fuck, Z. I don’t ever want you to stop.” God, I want him everywhere. I turn to get a glimpse of him over my shoulder.
“Good?”
“Yes. Harder.”
He gives me a wicked smile and sucks his thumb into his mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on every movement.
A few thrusts later, he presses the pad of his thumb against my ass. I’d object, but in the heat of the moment it feels really fucking good and I arch my back instead.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Open.”
