Page 24 of Strike Zone

“Sorry… man… but you’ll have to find someone else tonight. Might I suggest that pretty little blonde over there?” I point to my previous dance partner before waiting on a response.

Diana doesn’t struggle against my arm, leaning into me as I weave my way through the crowd to the exit. “We’re leaving? A tad presumptuous for a guy who told me a few hours ago that his cock is off limits to me.”

A wall of heat slams into my chest as I step outside, still clutching Diana’s waist. “Then go back inside and have some mediocre sex with Mr. Bland, or you can admit you want to ride my face again and get in a cab with me back to the hotel.”

“God, you’re so fucking full of yourself.”

As a cab pulls up in front of us, I relinquish my hold on her and slide my hands up into her hair, waiting just long enough to know she isn’t going to pull away. “Tell me you don’t want to be full of me tonight, Diana. That you don’t want this just as much as I do.”

“I despise you, and I hate that you’ve seen me naked.”

“Good, because you’re not exactly likable either, southpaw. There’s only one way to even the score.”

Her breath is labored as she waits, unwilling to make a move, her lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “And how’s that?”

“You see me naked. It’s only fair.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You do, otherwise you wouldn’t still be standing here. You don’t do anything you don’t want to, Diana.”

“Get in the cab, Linc.” She lets her lips graze mine with the smallest of touches, almost imperceptible, but it’s enough to make me groan.

Without another word, I open the door for her and watch as she slides in across the back seat, her dress hugging every curve to perfection. I don’t want to risk saying something else to piss her off or have her cuss me out to the point it makes my cock flop. Not that I’ve ever had a problem in that department. She’s so damn hot, I don’t think anything could temper the raging hard-on I’m sporting right now.

As soon as I pull the door closed, Diana barks the hotel address at the driver, and the moment it leaves her lips, I capture them, silencing both of us with a kiss. Soft but firm, sensual, and full of promise for a wicked night ahead. She darts her tongue out, licking the seam of my lips, and my balls ache with an urgency and desire I’ve never felt this acutely before. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, desperate to sink inside her and fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow.

She fists her hands in my hair, tugging me toward her. It’s a power play, and I’m not ashamed to say it’s working. Short of murder, I’d do anything to fuck her right here, right now. I may even consider killing the cab driver if it came down to it. Either my balls explode, or someone dies—I’m saving my balls.

“Tequila looks good on you, southpaw,” I moan between kisses.

“Don’t talk. You’ll ruin it.” Fuck, even when she’s being a bitch, it turns me on. Our tongues twist and tangle in frenzied anticipation. My hands begin to roam, crying out for her flesh. She doesn’t shy away when my fingers blaze a trail up the inside of her thigh, hitching her dress just enough to ghost my thumb over the lace of her panties.

“Fuck!” She’s already wet for me, and as she circles her hips against the pad of my thumb, I crave her more than my next breath. “You’re wet.”

“And you’re hard. Now stop talking and kiss me.” She runs her hand up my leg and over my erection straining beneath my pants. I revel in her sharp intake of breath as she caresses my cock.

“Think you can handle me? All of me.”

“I never walk away from a challenge.” She wraps her hand around me, teasing me with the friction of her hand against my pants. Fuck, I could come like a fourteen-year-old seeing a Playboy centerfold for the first time.

Baseball. Baseball. Baseball.

The cab comes to a halt outside the hotel, and I pay the driver a healthy tip for his discretion before trying to get Diana inside without being swarmed by photographers. We slipped the bodyguards at the bar, so we’re on our own to navigate the casino floor and upstairs.

I know the minute someone clocks us, camera shutters go off like crazy. I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over Diana to shield her face from making front-page news, especially with me in the shot. She definitely wouldn’t take kindly to being associated with me.

“I can’t see anything.”

I tuck her close at my side. “Just hold on, southpaw. Trust me. I’ll get you where you need to be.”

“Does everything that comes out your mouth have to be a double entendre?”

“You realize your booming voice isn’t helping with the whole incognito thing? Just hush for a minute until we get to the elevator.”

“Did you just shush me?” Her fingers dig into my side as we hustle through the casino with reporters hot on our heels.

“Technically, I hushed you.”

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