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  I peer up to his eyes and find desire and lust burning bright in them. I shift my attention to the exit behind me. Nibbling on my lip, I make a split-second decision. “Take me to your hotel,” I whisper to him. He halts our dancing and glares down at me. Seconds pass, and my stomach dips, thinking I misread something. Then abruptly, he grabs my hands and hauls me off the dance floor. He rapidly gathers our belongings, and we head to the exit.

  Outside, the air has cooled and the humidity has dropped, but a fine sheen of sweat still forms on my arms and chest. Z has his phone to his ear, I’m guessing calling Frank to pick us up. I catch a few words but can’t discern what they are talking about. Soon, the familiar black Yukon pulls up to the curb. Z opens the door and assists me inside.

  I get settled as Z climbs inside. He bangs on the separation glass and the car pulls forward.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ZAYNE

  I MOVE BACK TO HER SIDE. She’s slowly killing me in her dress; it outlines her curvy figure and allows me to see her hard nipples. Not only have I taken notice, but so has my cock. I don’t know what it is about this woman beside me, but I’ve been standing at attention since I first saw her. Who would have thought a green-eyed vixen would solve my boner problem? I’ve never been this hard for anybody, but once I walked through the door and my eyes landed on her sitting there alone at the bar, I was a goner. I watch her nervously pick at her seat belt. Her gold mask does nothing to hide her nerves.

  “May, are you sure you want to do this? I can bring you back to the park ‘n’ ride if that’s what you want,” I softly tell her, but deep down, I’m praying she wants this as much as I do.

  She turns her attention to me. “No, I do…I mean…jeez, I sound way too eager.” I chuckle at her stumbling over her words. On an impulse, I lean over and feather my lips to hers. Her lips are warm, and I get a small sample of her taste. I pull back to see her emerald eyes lighted with surprise, and then they fill with lust that I’m sure matches mine. She leans into my space and catches my lips with hers. I groan as she licks my bottom lip then moves to the top one. She nips it, and I gasp at the surprise. She takes advantage of the moment and slides her tongue in, rolling hers over mine and licking the roof of my mouth. Shocked at her boldness, I stay stock-still while she explores. All too soon, she pulls away. Her pink tongue laps her lips, and her shyness takes hold again as she starts to pick at her seat belt.

  “I…I don’t know what came over me. You kissed me and something clicked, and I had to have more. I’m sorry for being so—” I don’t give her a chance to finish. My lips and tongue shut her up. I’ll be damned if I give her time to regret the hottest kiss I’ve ever received. Her hot little tongue started a fire storm in me, and the way to put it out is to bury my cock deep inside her.

  This time, I take charge. My hand lifts toward her hair, aching to feel if it’s as soft as it appears, but she halts my pursuit and laces her fingers with mine. I grab her neck, angling her for a deeper kiss. Tugging her close, my other hand bunches up her dress when she crawls over and straddles me. Her hot center cradles my cock through my pants while she slowly starts to ride me. I break away and trail hot kisses along her chin line, down her neck, and across her collar bone. My hand tugs down the top of dress enough that her breast pops out and into my awaiting mouth. May gasps as my tongue feasts on the pearled nipple, her moans spurring me on.

  “Oh, God, Z, that feels so good.” Her hands fly to my shoulders, curling in. My hand travels down her neck to her shoulder and pulls down the strap of her gown. May urgently yanks it down, allowing her other breast to pop out, and I attack that with the same enthusiasm I gave the other. The more I suck on her breasts, the faster she rubs her center up and down my cock. I’m sure I’ll have an imprint of the zipper on it.

  “I’m so close, I need…I need…”

  “Tell me, do you want my fingers so deep inside you that you cream all over them?”

  “Yes, yes, I need them.” I take her mouth again in a ferocious kiss as I bunch her gown even further up her hips. My hand slips between the two of us, and I nearly come when I feel a barely there thong that’s soaked with her juices. I smirk against her lips while I draw on her thong, letting the fabric run against her clit. She jerks in my arms, letting out a strangled yelp. After a few tugs, I push it off to the side and pinch her distended clit.

  “Do that again, please,” she begs. I circle my finger until she is thrusting her hips in rhythm with my ministrations. Her legs start to quake next to my thighs. I pull away from the kiss, dying to watch her shatter on my fingers. Swiftly, I lift her up and add a curled finger inside her pussy. May throws her head back and screams out when I shove another one in. Her pussy convulses around my fingers, tightening, then releasing. Her cream drenches my fingers and the front of my pants. I stare, enraptured, as her chest, neck, and face flush and stare at her breasts bouncing with each breath and thrust of her hips. My pants match hers. I close my eyes tightly, willing my own orgasm to hold off, so I don’t jizz in my pants like some randy sixteen-year-old.

  May limply falls against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. The scent of sex and something familiar…a flower—lilacs—mix in the air. A quick image of Marnie pops up, but fades away. I allow several minutes for May to recover, then she lifts her head and lazily smiles at me. “Wow, that was amazing.” She places a peck on my check.

  I smirk at her. “Honey it’s only the beginning. I just hope you can keep up with me.”

  She rights herself on my thighs and gazes straight down with mirth in her green eyes. “I ate my Wheaties this morning. I think I’m good.”

  I full-body laugh, shaking her and myself. I pull her down, crushing my mouth to hers. “You ready for the rest of the night?” She nods vigorously.

  Frank drops us off at the hotel that also houses my penthouse. I nod to the staff, and May clings to me while we walk to the elevator. I jab my finger on the up button several times, impatiently waiting for the doors to slide open. The doors ping open, and I swing May inside. After pressing the button for my floor, I’m on her as soon as the doors close. I pin her body against the wall, holding her up with my weight and wedging a thigh between her legs. She hooks her legs around my waist as I plunder her mouth, moving my tongue in and out, mimicking what I want my cock to do to her. She moans against my ear when I move down her neck to her collar bone.

  The elevator pings again, alerting me we have reached my floor. I gently place her on her feet, holding her up so she can steady herself. “God, you’re a fantastic kisser. You set all my nerves on fire with your tongue,” she breathlessly murmurs again my chest.

  “Just wait ‘til I get you into bed. We’ll be setting the room on fire.” I tug her arm, leading her into my penthouse. I whirl around and crash my mouth against hers. Her hands are all over me, and my jacket falls to the ground. I quickly unbutton my shirt and throw it across the room. She rests her palms on my pecs and squeezes.

  “You’re hard everywhere.” Her gaze blazes as she takes in my chest and arms. With a smirk, I grind my throbbing cock into her belly.

  “Yes, I am hard all over.” Excitement flows through my veins as I wind my arms around her lithe body to find the zipper of her dress. Ever so slowly, I drag the zipper down, and the straps of her dress fall down her arms. Helping it along, I tug on the dress, allowing her breasts to bounce out. Now I can see them in the light, and they are perfect. Just over a handful, they bead to a tight dusky pink that’s just begging for my mouth. I latch on and suck with fervor. She gasps then moans, dragging her fingers up onto my face, almost dislodging my mask. I let go of her breast and peer up. “No, leave our masks on, I like it this way.” She nods, and I lift her up in my arms. Again, she wraps her legs tightly around my waist.

  She whispers, “Take me to bed.” I’m not one to question orders, especially since I’m dying to get into her heaven.

  “Yes ma’am.” She giggles against my lips as I walk us down the hall. She continues to
explore my mouth with nips, licks, and sucks. I barely make it to my bedroom without taking her against the wall. I heave open the door, enter, and with a quick kick, slam the door shut. I shuffle us to the bed and stop when I hit the mattress. With a groan, I tear her away from my body and toss her onto the bed. She lands with an “umph,” and a giggle.

  “I love it, when it’s rough,” she breathlessly confirms. I smile lopsidedly at her and unbutton my pants. Her breath hitches when I thumb them and my boxers and slowly lower them. My thick cock pops free, and the red bulbous head aims right for her.

  May gathers up to her knees, with her eyes watching my cock. Her dress falls completely down, revealing the smallest pair of black lace panties ever. I zero in on her pussy, and I can see her thatch of hair and wetness from earlier. She raises her hand, and with a smirk on her face, curls her fingers in a “come hither” motion.

  I leap onto the bed, and she falls backward. Laughter fills the room. I immediately latch to her mouth, drinking in her spicy taste, memorizing her lips. She matches my zealous action with her own; her tongue caresses mine. Her hands frantically move up and down my back and arms, pulling me into her, pressing us to become one.

  “We need to lose this dress,” I mumble against her lips, and I pull up to my knees. I run my hands up and down her silky thighs, making sure my thumbs barely touch her lips. Her hips arch up with anticipation when I hook her thong and slowly lower it, grabbing the dress along the way, and flicking them off. I turn back to see the glorious body laid out in front of me.

  Without warning, I smash against her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and the sweetest nectar explodes in my mouth. I inhale her scent, ingraining it in my mind as I lick and suck her. May’s whimpers and pleas echo in the room as she begs me to finish her, but I don’t think I’ll ever be finished, not when I’m hooked like a druggie.

  I add two fingers into her already tightening pussy and thrust at a grinding pace.

  “Yes, yes, I’m so close.” She quivers around my fingers, and I viciously jerk them out. “What the…Why did you do that?” she hollers at me.

  “Because the next time you come, it will be on my cock,” I explain as I reach over to the bedside table and grab the foil package. I rip open the condom and spit the piece out of my mouth to the floor. I take my painfully hard cock in my hand and roll the condom on.

  With my cock still in hand, I glance up to her and see unease in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I made sure I’ll fit.” I line myself up and slowly press inside.

  May sucks in air and arches her back, pulling me further inside. God, I was right; she’s tight, hot, and Heaven. I pull out, leaving only the tip, and surge back in as May lets out a scream. I muffle her cries with my lips and set a steady pace of thrusting and swirling my hips, making sure I hit all her hot spots at once. She yanks away from me panting; her movements sync with mine. Her nails score my back and dig in. The pain eggs me on faster, deeper. Suddenly, her legs shake, and her pussy starts to quiver. “Fuck, yessssss!” she yells as she clamps on my cock, dragging me into my own powerful, soul-shattering release. I pulse and pulse, filling the condom to the brim, until I have nothing left but mind-numbing happiness.

  I collapse against her; her breasts push into my chest with the rise and fall of her breaths. Soon, her breathing evens outs, and her hands fall limply at her sides. I pull out; small bursts of pleasure tingle along my sensitive cock, and I roll out of bed. I pad to the bathroom, dispose of the used condom, freshen up, and walk back to the bed. I climb inside, pull the covers over us, and tug May to me as I tightly as I possibly can. Her lilac scent lulls me to sleep.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  MARNIE

  I ROLL OVER INTO THE warmth that’s behind me, noticing a few aches in certain places. A hand encases my shoulders, the other grabs my ass, pulling me in, and I snuggle up closer, but something tickles my nose.

  “AH-CHOO!” I sneeze myself fully awake and staring at a muscular chest speckled with auburn hair. Stunned, I watch the chest rise and fall with each breath. I glance up to see Z, mask still on, and all the memories from last night hit me all at once. The dinner, the dancing, the orgasm he gave me in the SUV. Oh God, my face flushes as images flash in my head of what we did. I never knew it could be so good with someone. I mean, I’ve had good orgasms, but none, and I mean none, have ever been earth-shattering like last night.

  I squeeze my eyes closed when the shame hits me just as hard as the heat does. I paid someone to have sex with me last night. I scrub my face with my hands and turn back to Z. Seeing he’s still sleeping, I take the opportunity to make my exit. I slowly slither out of his grasp and pry his fingers off my behind.

  I stand at the bed, gazing down at the sleeping man. Deep in my heart, I recognize him as something…something I don’t remember and not sure if I want to. I quickly gather my shoes and grab my mask laying on the floor from when I threw it last night after he had fallen asleep. My dress is in a heap on the floor. I throw it back on and quietly make my exit. I jog down the hallway and to the elevator where I franticly press the buttons and glance down to his door, praying he hasn’t woken up at. The doors part, and I jump in, hitting the main floor button.

  A long, relieved breath escapes as I lean against the wall. Finally, I have some time to fully grasp what happened.

  “Holy Hell, what did I do?” I ask the empty space. The elevator descends until it reaches the main floor. The doors ping open, and I fly out into the lobby. I avert my eyes from the welcome staff to hide my shame and make it out the revolving door into the cool of early morning where I stand at the curb raising my hand up hailing a cab. As the yellow vehicle pulls up, I hear my name being called behind. Unwilling to look back, I cowardly climb in.

  “Where to miss?” the older cab driver asks. I give him my home address through my hands covering my face. Then, I lean back into the seat, biting the knuckle of my finger to keep from breaking down.

  The driver turns a few corners and lands on the express. He tries to engage me in pleasant conversation, but I only have the ability to form short, one-word answers. After a few tries, he gives up, and I can retreat into my mind.

  Twenty minutes later, we pull up to my apartment. I pay the man with a generous tip and exit the cab. In my apartment, I strip on the way to the bathroom. Once inside, I turn the shower on and step under the spray.

  The cool water settles the anxiety that has been building since I woke up, and I can think clearly. I turn my face up to the spray and enjoy the water sluicing over it. I make quick work of cleaning myself and get out of the shower.

  In my bedroom, my cell rings, and I know it’s my sister just from the god-awful ring tone she picked. “Hello?”

  “Tell me everything and anything! Don’t you dare leave any of it out.”

  I giggle at her demands.

  “Ash, can I get dressed first? I just got out of shower.”

  “Fuck no, details now!” she commands, and I can hear J.J. crying in the background.

  “Your child is crying, maybe you should take care of him.” I’m hoping my nephew will detract her.

  “He’s just pissed because I won’t let him have another cookie. Now, start talking.”

  I let out a sigh. “Fine, it was…I don’t know…wonderful.” I flop on my bed, and I know I have a dreamy look on my face. I fill her in on everything that happen from the dance, to the car ride, and what we did in the penthouse.

  “Aww, the cobwebs have been cleaned. Are you gonna order some pork again?” she asks, and here in lies the anxiety; I want to see him again, feel him again, and it goes against everything that I believe in.

  “No, no I won’t. It was fun when it happened, but I can’t become one of those women who have to pay for men’s attention,” I quietly explain.

  “Okay. I’m glad you had fun, maybe now you can get out of this funk you have been in and move on.” I know she’s right, and it was partly the reason why I made the call and set up the date.

 
“Jake is going to take over duties tonight. Wanna hit the town and dance our tails off, maybe get a few numbers and some ass slaps?” I guffaw at Ash’s request, roll over onto my stomach and contemplate the idea. A night with dancing and hanging out with my favorite person is just what I need.

  I smile. “Yeah, going out sounds like fun. No place too crazy, just some local dance bars.”

  “Yessssss!” she hisses with delight, and I’m sure she did a fist pump. “Okay, I’ll pick you up tonight. We can go for dinner then get our groove on.” I hear some yelling in the background from Jake. “I gotta go, Jake can’t find clean underwear. See you tonight.” She clicks off as I continue to giggle at Jake whining about no underwear.

  Six weeks later

  “Oh God, there can’t be any more in me.” I hurl again into the toilet bowl, but now it’s bile and some dry heaves. For the past four days, it has been nonstop, any food I look at makes me puke, any fluid I gaze at makes me puke. Hell, waking up in the morning makes me dash to the bathroom, just in time not to hurl all over myself. I’m in my own personal Hell, and there’s no end in sight.

  “Hello, Marn, where are you?” Ashley calls from out in the kitchen, and her footsteps get closer and closer.

  The door creaks open. “Jesus Christ, Marn.” Ashley jumps when she sees me plastered against the cool tile of the floor.

  “What, it feels good against my face, and I don’t have to work much when I puke again, and I know I will,” I mumble; my mouth as dry as cotton balls makes forming words hard.

  “Babe, hun, I think it’s time for a trip to the ER, you need fluids. I can see from here that you’re dehydrated, and I have no medical knowledge.” I shrug in agreement with her. At this point, I’ll do anything to feel better.

  “Let me call Jake, and he can help us get you there.”

  I nod my agreement and close my eyes.