But could I compete with that? From the looks of it, he could take both of them back to his room if he so chose.
Just as I was about to walk away, he looked up and saw me. The longing look that flashed across his face gave me courage. Unless he’d fucked someone today, and I suspected he hadn’t, I was the only person he’d ever had sex with. Some base, possessive instinct in me wanted to keep it that way a little longer.
I sauntered over like I hadn’t spent the last ten minutes frantically searching for him, stopping their conversation as the women eyed me with irritation.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I asked Zane.
He looked confused and then his mouth lifted into that easy smile.
“Is this your mom?” one of the women asked, knowing full well I wasn’t.
It might’ve stung a few moments before, but Zane ignored her completely, extricating himself from their grasp.
As soon as we made it out of the main room into a hallway, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
He dragged me behind a stack of equipment cases and cornered me with his big body.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” The words coming out of my mouth were at odds with the desperate way I was saying them, the way I arched closer to him rather than away.
The smile that tugged at his mouth told me he knew. “Do you want to go back to your date?”
He thought it was because of Bill. It was really because he was trouble, but I wasn’t about to try to explain that.
When I didn’t answer, he ran his hand up my thigh slowly, giving me every opportunity to stop him until he cupped my pussy. “Does he make you come like I do?”
I shook my head. “No.” The word out of my mouth was a gasp as he slid a thick finger past my panties and thrust it into me roughly.
“You want me to get you wet for him, Helen? Get this pussy aching and ready? It feels pretty wet to me already, baby.”
This was wrong. It was so wrong, but fuck it was good.
He turned me to face the wall, using one arm to band me to his body and the other to work my clit using the slick finger he’d just had inside me.
If someone was watching us, there’d be no hiding what we were doing, but I didn’t care.
He growled in my ear, “Should I stop now, send you to him unsatisfied and needy?”
I thrashed my head against his chest.
His chuckle rumbled through me. “I’m too greedy to let you go to him without at least feeling you come first.”
He thrust two fingers from his other hand into me as he kept circling my clit and I lost all sense of where I was or why this was wrong, and surrendered to the pleasure that rocked through me.
Before I even caught my breath, I turned to face him and slid down to my knees. “I need you in my mouth right now.”
He glanced over his shoulder like he was just noticing how exposed we were, but undid his pants and pulled his cock out anyway.
We’d both lost our damn minds.
I didn’t stand a chance of taking all of him at this angle, but I worked up and down his shaft with a fist and my mouth together.
Within minutes, he cursed and put a hand on my head. “Stop or I’m gonna come.”
I moved a little faster, making no effort to pull back, and was rewarded with the sound of his groans and his hand tangled in my hair as I swallowed it all down.
I stood up and he dropped his hands to my hips, pressing me against him and claiming a kiss.
With his mouth still against mine, he mumbled, “I can’t get enough of you. How am I supposed to let you go?”
