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I lost myself in the feelings bringing me to an abode of pleasure.
My toes curled.
My vision blurred.
I let go with an explosive scream.
“That’s it. Come all over my face.” He lapped at my wetness. “Worth every penny, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh my God.
This strong, dirty-talking, enigmatic man.
Zeno pecked my wet flesh softly as I came down from my high. He used his handkerchief to clean me up in a possessive gesture. Like I was more than a casual fling started at a sex club. I was trying really hard not to get ahead of myself.
The way the universe delivered Zeno into my life unsettled me. I was equal parts elated having stumbled upon this man on a chance encounter and terrified of what this could mean.
I clasped his face and kissed him for all I was worth.
Weaving his fingers in my hair, he kissed me back like he needed his thirst quenched and I was the only one who could satisfy him.
We broke away and I met his eyes, which drowned with gratification. “I want a five-carat red diamond, the rarest in the world, with a yellow gold band.”
I was joking obviously. This was all part of our game.
The smile that broke across his mouth—still glistening with me—was so stunning, my heart did somersaults in its cage.
“Noted. Give me two business days to provide you payment.” He kissed my cheek and flicked his wrist to glance at his Audemars Piguet. “I have an important meeting in thirty minutes across the city. I must go.”
“Oh.” I was a little sad.
Zeno picked up my discarded clothes and helped me dress up. He enjoyed the task, based on the way his eyes glazed over when the material of my skirt plastered over the curve of my ass. Nothing could be done about my hair. One look at me and you’d know I had the best oral sex with the hottest man in the city.
He grabbed my hips and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. “You’re so beautiful, Darla.”
Sometimes I struggled with taking genuine compliments. “Um, thank you, Zeno.”
He cupped my jaw. “Those close to me call me Zed. You may do the same, Darla.”
My heart warmed.
“I’ll be seeing you soon.” With his arm around my waist, he dipped me back like in those old, golden age moves and kissed me. It was a timeless, romantic gesture and I smiled against his lips. “Au revoir.”
“Would you like my number, Zed?”
I never chased men. But I would make an exception for this one. After today, it was obvious he wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see him again.
He pulled out his phone and handed it over to me, watching me intently while I plugged in my digits.
“Thank you.” Zeno brushed another kiss on my forehead when I handed him back his phone. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
He swaggered away like he owned the very ground he walked on with a devil-may-care attitude.
There was something fascinating in the way he composed his rumpled appearance. A hand smoothing over his hair. Two hands running over the front of his grey suit jacket to remove the appearance of wrinkles. Fingers adjusting his cuff links.
And then Zeno cracked his knuckles, neck, and rolled his shoulders back as if he were an automaton resetting himself.
He left, but his ghost-like touch lingered all over me.
