Page 22 of Offside Angel

“I have no problem there, but she’s not going to like that,” he warns. “If you can clear it with her, I want the job.”

We shake on it. “Don’t worry; she’ll agree.”

Whether she likes it or not.

9

ZANE

The shower is still running when I walk into the bedroom, steam billowing out of the crack in the door.

For a second, I have a flashback to this morning. Of walking into the dingy motel bathroom and finding the shower empty. I know Mira is in there, but I don’t think that gnawing pang of anxiety that she isn’t is going to go away anytime soon.

I push the door open.

Mira is little more than a fuzzy outline through the condensation on the glass, but she’s here. That’s more than enough.

I slip out of my clothes and ease open the glass shower door.

Mira is already looking at me. She keeps her eyes on me as she runs hands through her onyx hair. Water sluices down her shoulders and between her breasts. Her nipples are tight little knots.

“Miss me already?” she teases, her gaze dropping to my aching erection.

“I just needed to talk to you about some security updates.” I step closer, a growl building in my chest when she meets me halfway, every inch of me pressed against her flat stomach. “This visit is purely business.”

She swirls her finger over my chest, doodling in the mist gathering on my skin. “Should I be taking notes?”

I slide my hand between her thighs, gliding over her already-slick center. “Only if you’re worried you’ll forget something.”

“I might,” she gasps, “forget a thing or two.”

“I can repeat myself.” I spin her in my arms so I’m nestled in the swell of her ass. I dip a finger into her, teasing her open. “As many times as you need, Mira. Again and again and?—”

She moans and her head falls back on my shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed as I touch her, and I could almost forget that I really did come here with another purpose in mind.

But I’ve always been good at multitasking.

“I have a new security system. It monitors the main door and the windows.” I kiss her jaw and her throat, my other hand shifting higher to knead her full breast in my hand. “The code is 80085.”

She laughs breathlessly. “BOOBS? Your code is ‘boobs’?! Are you a middle school boy in math class?”

“No, I just wanted to hear you laugh. I’ll give you the real code later, but you won’t really need to know it.”

“Why n—?” she starts to ask, but she loses her train of thought when I slide myself between her thighs from behind.

She arches against me, letting me work myself back and forth exactly where we both want me to be. She rocks against me, panting.

Suddenly, she plants her hands on the shower wall and looks back over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes are dark and that sinful bottom lip is pinched between her teeth.

“Fuck me, Zane.”

She wiggles her hips and, just like that, there isn’t a single other reason I came into this bathroom. There isn’t a single other reason I exist on this planet, as far as this moment is concerned.

I band an arm around Mira’s waist and pull her against me, sinking every inch of myself into her.

“Fuck,” I growl, slapping my hand on the wall next to hers. I bite her earlobe and lick the water from her neck.

There isn’t a single place where she isn’t soft. A single place she doesn’t fit me like a fucking dream.

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