Page 70 of Sacrifice Bunt

“Holy fucking shit,” he swore, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

She smiled brightly, feeling every bit as gorgeous as he just made her feel with his words and expression. “Why, thank you.”

“Seriously, Zara, I don't have words for how amazing you look.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her against him.

“Do not mess up my makeup or hair,” she said instantly.

“I'm not going to touch you. Well, that's a lie. I'm going to touch you,” his hand ran down her side, moving over her ass, “but I'm not going to touch your face, or your hair.”

“You're not going to touch anything,” She might have said the words, but she didn’t believe them. She always wanted him to touch her.

“I just saw you put on this sexy as fuck dress without underwear. There's no way I'm not going to touch you before we make it to this event.”

She tried to push away from him, but he held on tightly, grinding his already hard cock against her. She moaned, he groaned, and she knew it was futile to resist.

“Spread your legs,” he said, moving his free hand between her legs. He pushed the material of her dress aside, trailing his fingers up the inside of her thigh.

Those damn fingers had her panting and wanting what he was about to give her, and when he ran them over her already wet pussy she could only moan in response.

“Eyes on me,” he said huskily, his fingers parting her folds and tracing over her clit. As if not watching him while he touched her was even an option.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he slid two fingers deep inside her. She bucked at the sensation, trying hard to grind herself against him for more pressure.

“Uh uh.” He shook his head, his gaze firmly on hers. “Stay still. I'm doing all the work here.”

It was impossible not to move, not to try and fuck his fingers, but somehow she held still, even though she was falling apart in his arms in more ways than one.

Her climax shot through her, and she clung to him, her fingers gripping the back of his tux, her body going limp in his arms.

“Like I said, gorgeous,” he murmured.

She dropped her head back, completely spent and exhausted. “Oh my God, how am I expected to move now or, you know, think.”

He slipped his fingers out of her body, sliding them along her leg before removing them and bringing them to his lips. He gave them a lick, moaning at the taste. “I think the bigger question is how am I supposed to get through the night with just that small taste.”

She straightened her dress, stepping back, aroused again by the sight of him licking her juices off his fingers, and angry there wasn’t more time so she could take care of him the same way. “That's your own fault.” She tapped his chest. “You brought this on yourself, buddy.”

“And I’d gladly do it again.” He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles.

Did women swoon nowadays, or was that just something they did in the eighteen hundreds when there were kings and queens? She was pretty sure she’d swooned.

She was afraid she was going to say something that she wasn't quite ready for, so she quickly pulled her hand back. Thankfully, his phone dinged, and he didn’t have a chance to notice her moment of fear.

“The car is here,” he said. He’d insisted on ordering a car so that he didn't have to drive and that they could get home safely if they both wanted to have a few drinks. She was definitely going to need a drink if she had to watch women drool all over him most of the night.

When they arrived at the hotel where the event was taking place, Noah whistled. “You know, I've lived in Los Angeles a long time, but I've never been here.”

It was a swanky place where the ritz and glitz of Hollywood stayed. Zara had snagged it thanks to Shane Bradley, who just so happened to know the owner.

“That surprises me. Seems like your sort of place.”

He laughed. “Because what, I'm so high-brow and fancy? You've seen my place. I might make a shit ton of money, but I'm just a regular guy who plays baseball for a living.”

She let him help her from the car, and they walked inside together. The lobby was already hustling and bustling with athletes from every sport who were told to be there earlier than the guests to ensure everyone understood the rules.

“Zara,” she heard her name and turned around to see Jase Grimes walking her way. Jase was a Hollywood movie star who she'd somehow snagged to be the MC of the event.

Next to her, Noah stiffened just a little. “You know Jase Grimes?” he whispered.

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