Page 23 of Offside Angel

Mira loops her arm back and around my neck. “This doesn’t feel like business.”

I drag out of her and drive back in, gritting my teeth against the urge to take us both there now. Because I could. God, I really could.

“You know what they say: if you enjoy what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.” I tease in and out of her in small increments—an inch in and out, loving the way she clenches around me. The way she arches back looking for more. “And I fucking love what I do, Mira.”

“Me?” she asks in a breathy laugh.

I hum my “yes” in her ear. “This. And taking care of you. Keeping you safe. It’s all my job.”

She stiffens, and I hate that she’s still scared. That, even now, her past is hanging over us.

I slide out of her and spin her around. Before she can protest, I’m on my knees in front of her, her right leg tossed over my shoulder.

“That’s why I asked Evan to watch you.”

“Watch me?” she gasps as I drag my tongue over her. “Now?”

Even the suggestion sends a bolt of possession through me. I delve into her, claiming her inside and out until I don’t think she’d care if Evan really was in the room watching. “No. This is all mine. Right now, you are all mine. But when I’m not here, I want someone to be with you.”

Her fingers slip into my wet hair, dragging me closer. “Evan is already our bodyguard.”

“Now, he’s your guard.” I kiss along her inner thigh until she whimpers, rolling her hips until my mouth is back where she wants it. “You’ll be protected twenty-four-seven. Even when I’m not here.”

She moans as I circle her clit, sucking and flicking until she’s riding my mouth. “Yes, Zane. Holy shit. Yes.”

I smile against her skin. “So, you agree?”

“Ye—” She falters. “Wait. No. No, I don’t—Fuck. I can’t think with your mouth on me.”

I lower her leg to the floor and kiss my way up her body.

“I didn’t mean you should stop,” she whines, circling her arms around my neck. “But I don’t need security. I can?—”

“Take care of yourself,” I finish. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. But I don’t care. If you think you can take care of yourself, then—” Mira reaches for me, but I catch her wrist and pin it to her side. “—you’ll have to take care of yourself.”

Her green eyes go wide as she catches my meaning. “You aren’t serious. You won’t touch me?”

“Oh, no—I’ll touch you.” I press her against the tile and find her entrance. She’s so wet that I slide home in one thrust. Mira sighs. “But you won’t come around my cock. I’ll take you to the edge again and again and again—but you’ll never, ever finish.”

She tries to work herself against me, but I hold her hips against the tile. I pin her in place and only give her what I want to. An inch here, a slow stroke there. I circle my thumb over her center—but as soon as her breath catches and I feel her tightening around me, I pull away.

“Zane,” she whimpers, “I need to come. Please.”

“Then stop fighting me.” I drag my tongue over her thundering pulse and follow the slope of her shoulder with my lips. “Tell me what I want to hear, Mira.”

She huffs out a frustrated noise, and I tease into her again. She parts around me, whimpering as I slowly fill her…

Then I retreat.

“Let me come!” she cries, actually stamping her foot. “I need to—Yes! Okay? You can hire a bodyguard. I’ll stop fighting you. Is that what you want to hear?”

I catch her full mouth in a kiss as I respond with a language we both understand. She gasps into my kiss as I drive into her, and I already feel her clenching around me.

“You’re so close,” I grit out. “I feel you.”

Mira is too far gone for words. She moans and bucks against me until I press deep and she holds me there. Her fingers dig into my lower back as she takes me as far into herself as she can and falls apart.

I feel every ripple of her body, every pulse of her orgasm around me. She’s falling and dragging me down with her, but I wait. I fight the bone-deep need to release until she’s trembling and spent against the shower wall.

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