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She sank to the floor, popping my jeans, and I eased up as I tugged the well-worn denim down to my shins; she palmed me, hot and hard; I rolled my hips, as she stroked my thick, ruddy cock.

She absently licked her bottom lip, and I groaned, imagining that sweet, lush mouth of hers wrapped tight around my cock as she sucked me off, those big green eyes of hers looking up at me as she did so.

Meeting my eyes, she flattened her tongue against the smooth underside of my cock, licking slow, teasing me, making my breath quicken. I gripped the back of her head as she wrapped her lips around the thick head of my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed.

Zara trapped the ridge of my crown under her lips as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, pushing her head until it hit the back of her throat—with a moan. She swallowed around me, tongue fluttering against the sensitive underside, again and again.

I lost myself in the rhythm, in the pleasure of her touch, of the jabs of lightning streaking up my spine. She pulled back; the moans around me were constant now.

“Do you like sucking my cock that much?” I hissed out a breath and swore, my voice low, gravelly, and full of raw lust. “Stop teasing me and take me all the way to the back of your throat.”

Zara opened her mouth wider, allowing me to push her head down, down, down the length of my erection until she’d enveloped almost every inch of me. She reflexively swallowed around the engorged tip, and I groaned like a dying man.

My breath came hard and fast, and just when she’d prepared herself to swallow as I climaxed, I abruptly pulled her mouth off me. “Get on the bed…now.”

Chapter Sixteen

Zoe

There was no time to get to the loft, so I went to the bedroom just a few feet away, pulling the last stitch of clothing away from my body. The moment I stepped inside, he slammed the door shut behind me, and then I was up against it.

His arms were already under my thighs, yanking my legs up around his waist while my hands speared through his hair. Warrick’s tongue was in my mouth, his kiss so hard that it vibrated right through my whole body. He grabbed my ass again and hoisted me, still pressed against the front door, my legs going around his hips.

Shifting his hips, Warrick pressed me harder against the door, the thick ridge of his cock against my middle. Even through the thickness of his jeans, I felt him, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through my body.

My legs tightened around him of their own accord. “You think everyone is sure we came up here to fuck?”

“Well, weren’t we?” His lips coasted past my ear. “I don’t care anymore.”

“Bed, now,” I demanded.

He brushed my mouth in the barest of kisses, and my pulse launched like a rocket booster. My breath lodged in the back of my throat. Still moving, his lips barely against mine, he swept his hand up my side to rest just under my right breast, his thumb sweeping over an already taut nipple.

He pinched it fiercely, sending a jagged bolt of lust right to my core. I threw my head back onto the pillow, reeling from the sensation. Both of Warrick’s hands cupped me, his fingers tight on my body. The pleasurable pinch of pain had me groaning because it felt really, really good.

Tugging his head down, I kissed him. “Get on with it, cowboy. You’ve got me all hot and bothered with nowhere to go.”

Snorting, Warrick kissed down my body, his lips skittering over my ribs, and I was wet as hell, a puddle of desire.

His mouth captured mine again, and I slid one hand down the length of his cock. He was hard as a rock, his thick length insistent against me. He was big—really big, actually—but desire rushed through me again as he kept me pinned.

As Warrick rose to rifle through the bedside drawer, I gazed in awe at the muscular breadth of his shoulders, the granite slabs of his chest with its wiry furring.

In a haze of lust, my attention dropped to his ridged abdomen, not an ounce of fat there or on his narrow hips. He was taut and sinewy everywhere, with no excess bulk…except between his thighs.

My breath puffed through my lips. God, his male equipment was large. I’d felt his cock before, had it in my mouth, but now, it was a flagpole, and I was the ground he was going to plant it in.

Then, there was the sound of foil crinkling by my head, and I saw him tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth, looking me in the eye the whole time. He was propped up on one elbow, his other hand occupied with putting it on while his lips coasted over my skin.

I wanted him.

As much as I couldn’t believe that I was naked with Warrick Donovan, the man who had thought I was a hooker days ago, I wanted him. Now.

Grasping my thighs, he bent my knees. “Keep 'em right there for me, darlin’.”

I felt him at my slick entrance, my back arching as he sank in, inch by excruciating inch. My eyes slammed closed, and I grabbed his hair in my fist, a noise I’d never heard before coming from my mouth.

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