Page 120 of Best Served Cold

He grunted and wiggled slightly.

The knowledge that a part of me was inside Zane was heady as fuck, and knowing that he liked it made my cock throb with need.

“You gonna let me top you?” I murmured, pressing our foreheads together and gently pumping my finger inside him.

I wasn’t deep enough to stroke his prostate, but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“You gonna let me fuck this tight ass of yours?”

He nodded minutely.

Shit. Was he asking for it, or just agreeing in the heat of the moment?

“I bet you’d love it if I spun you around and fucked you right here in front of everyone.” I yanked my hand out of his pants and spit on my fingers.

He widened his stance and arched his back, holding my hips in a death grip. “Button,” he croaked.

“What?”

“Undo it. The button.”

“Fuck yeah.” I flicked the button of his jeans open with one hand and slid my other down the back of his pants again. The extra few inches of space was all I needed to rub my slicked digits against his hole.

“Would you like that?” I dipped my finger back inside him, going in to the first knuckle. Covertly, I felt around for his prostate. Was I deep enough? Maybe not.

He moaned as I tunneled deeper. My finger brushed something a bit spongy. Was that it? I pressed against it and rubbed.

“Ungh.” He bucked under me, barely stifling his cry of pleasure.

Bingo.

“I bet you’d love it,” I continued, my gaze fixed to his face as I kept teasing his spot. He was so hard, his cock like a steel pipe as it dug into me. “You’d love it if everyone saw you taking me. Watched you come apart on my cock.”

His eyes blazed, the glassy quality gone. “Do it.”

I paused. “Are you asking, or is this just sex talk?”

“Asking.” He raked his teeth over his lip. “Telling. Whatever.”

I chuckled, trying to hide my giddiness at his enthusiasm. “Let’s find a room or something.”

He sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs like balloons, as I carefully pulled my finger out of him and freed my hand from his pants. He held it for a beat, then exhaled in a rush. “Okay. Let’s go.”

He looked as wrecked as I felt. His lips were kiss-swollen, the area around his mouth was pink with stubble burn. His eyes were wild, and his hair was mussed. A blush stained his cheekbones, and the bulge in his jeans was more than a little obvious.

I’d done that.

“Wait.” I did up the button on his fly. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that we’d been fucking around, but no point advertising it any more than we already were. “Ready?”

He nodded, a teasing smirk tilting his mouth.

Goddamn that smirk did things to me.

I stepped back and hauled him out of our corner.

“The pantry,” River said.

I jumped, only managing to keep from screaming like a horror-movie actress because I’d noticed River leaning against the shelves, his arms folded over his chest like a bodyguard, a half second before he’d spoken.

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