“So you told him about me?” Jaxon puts his arm around Ariella.
“You think if I told him about you, he’d still want to date me?” I laugh. “Please, he would run for the hills.”
“Because he’s scared of me?”
“No, because you suck on the ice.” I point at Jaxon, who glares. “Now that we’ve gotten that taken care of?—”
“You know this guy sends her flowers like twice a week.” Jaxon looks over at Knox and Kirby like it’s foreign.
“You should take notes,” I urge him. “Ariella was saying that she felt like you are dismissive of her feelings.”
Ariella gasps. “I did not say that.” She shakes her head. “She’s fucking with you because it’s so easy.”
Jaxon glares at me. “I’m hungry,” I say. “Anyone else?”
“I could eat.” Knox nods. “I have to take my turn at the roulette table in thirty minutes.”
“Oh, there you are,” Jill says, rushing over to us and heading to Zane. “I was looking for you. There are a group of single ladies who would like to meet you.” I swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and try not to snap. “They want to meet the big burly bearded coach.”
“I’m not interested,” he quickly says.
“Okay, well, can you pretend?” she suggests. “It’s for the Warriors Foundation that benefits the children’s hospital.”
“I’m going to go eat,” I say, avoiding looking at him so he doesn’t see how much this bothers me. I smile at everyone as I walk to the buffet and grab a plate. I’m sitting down when Ariella sits next to me while the phone buzzes in my purse.
I take it out, seeing it’s a text.
Zane:
Meet me in my office.
I look around, not seeing him anywhere. “I have to go to the restroom,” I say, looking at the table that is now filled with everyone. I hope Lexi or Kylie say they don’t want to go also as I quickly slip away.
I walk with my head down as I sneak back to where we walked in. I see a couple of the guys from the team, so I smile at them as I walk, hoping none of them hang around. I’m in the hallway with a couple other people, stopping right outside his office door that is more open than before. But I know I can’t just walk in, so instead I look at the mural wall of my brother, trying to pretend I’m interested in it until the coast is clear. It feels like forever until it clears and as soon as I see no one around, I slip into his office.
The door is shut behind me and locked when I feel him push me against it. “Zane,” I say his name as I feel him bend to take my mouth. My purse drops to the floor when I lift my hand to hold his face as he slides his tongue inside. His hands go to my ass, lifting me off my feet so my pussy is right over his cock. “Zane,” I repeat his name when he rips his mouth away from me.
“Do you know how torturous this is?” he whispers in my ear as he puts me back down on my feet, his hands going to the hem of my dress as he grips it in his hands, pushing it up. “Do you know how hard it is?”
I look up at him as my hand comes out to rub his cock over his pants. “Is it this hard?”
He kicks one foot to the side, making me open my legs as he rubs his finger down the lace of my panties. “I’m going to show you what I wanted to do to you the minute I saw you walk in wearing this dress.” He kisses my mouth; his hand moves my panties to the side, and he slides a finger in me. His mouth swallows my moan. “Shh,” he warns, while he lets go of my mouth as he adds another finger in me. His mouth goes to my ear as he whispers, “I saw you walk in and saw your legs, and I wanted them wrapped around my neck.” His fingers work magic on my G-spot and within seconds I’m drenched for him. “Does my girl want me to lick her pussy?” he asks and I nod my head. “Or does she want me to fuck her pussy?” I move my hips to meet his fingers. “Bend you over right now and fuck you?” The sound of both of our heavy breathing fills his office. “Or would you like me to fuck you against the door?” His thumb swipes my clit and I’m over the fucking cliff.
“Zane,” I say his name and I hear him chuckle before his mouth crashes on mine and he finger fucks another orgasm out of me.
“Tonight, when we get home, I want you to ride my face.” He nips my ear. “I want to lie down, and I want you to ride my face like you ride my cock.” His fingers don’t slip out of me, no, not with Zane. He wants another orgasm out of me and he’s fighting to get it. “I’m so hard for you,” he growls, and my hand comes up and undoes his belt, which shouldn’t take me long, but with his fingers in me, I can hardly focus. I spring his cock loose and grip the base of it in my hand.
“After I ride your face,” I close my eyes, “am I going to get to ride this cock?” He groans now. “Have you lie on the bed and straddle you with my ass facing you as I ride.” His finger scrapes over my G-spot and I can feel my legs shaking. “Ride you until I soak the bed.”
“Fuck,” he growls, “I’m going to—” He barely has the word out before I drop to my knees and take him to the back of my throat. One of his hands goes flat on the door, the other in my hair as he shoots his cum down my throat. I take everything he has to give me, waiting for him to go half-mast before I let him pop out of my mouth. I stand back up and he devours my mouth. I’m almost tempted to turn around, lift my dress up, and have him fuck me, but I know, in a matter of minutes, someone will be coming to look for us.
“I have to get back,” I say when he lets me go. “I should check my face.”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and I walk past him to his private bathroom. I turn the lights on and see my lipstick smudged, so I grab a Kleenex and fix it. I apply more of my gloss and then look at myself in the mirror.
I back up as I slip my panties off and then ball them in my hand, walking out, finding Zane waiting for me. “I’m going to go out first,” I tell him. “Then, well, good luck to you.”
I slip my hand into his pocket, leaving my panties, as he bends to kiss my lips softly. “Clean your lips before you come out,” I whisper, walking out of the door and coming face-to-face with Jaxon.
