Page 107 of The Quarterback Sneak

“Yup.” I slink my arm around her hips and kiss her deeply. “You ready to go upstairs?”

She smiles and nods. “Let’s go.”

I slam Honey against the hotel door, kissing her with enough force I can actually feel her red lipstick smearing across my face. She’s leaving her mark on me in more ways than one.

“Zach,” she says my name with this sexy little mewl that turns me on. Her hand has been holding onto the handle for too long, so I smother it with mine. Too impatient for her to make the first move, I push her hand down and hear the click of the door opening.

Cold air wooshes past us, and I catch her before she falls. Tripping on her heels, I blindly lead her backward into the room, not once removing my lips from hers.

When the door shuts, I push her against the nearest wall and feel the soft skin exposed from the slit in her dress. Her skin pebbles at my touch, and when she gasps into my kiss, I snake my fingers under the fabric, pushing it up, so they rest at the edge of her ass. My favorite place to be.

“Oh god,” she cries, her body moving of its own volition. I lift my hand until I get to the back of her knee and bring it to rest against my hip. With our centers connected, I grind myself against her, letting her know just how much I want her.

“You’re everything, Honeycomb,” I slur out, too drunk on Honey to be embarrassed.

Honey grabs the collar of my shirt, pushing me back until I open my eyes and look at her. Lipstick is smeared all over her face, but she’s still beautiful. She darts her eyes to the briefcase I dropped when we came in. “We should probably check what’s in there before we do any celebrating.”

“Money before sex? I thought better of you, Honeycomb?” I say with a mischievous smile. She rolls her eyes, pushing me off her completely, and grabs the briefcase. She walks over to the bed, and all I do is watch her perfect ass. She’s literally mine now, and I still don’t know how I made that happen.

Once she’s placed the briefcase on the bed, I stride up behind her, rubbing her shoulders, watching her open it.

The briefcase pops open in one swift button press, and the smell of freshly printed money invades my senses. “Geez, should I be surprised that he actually honored the bet?”

She shrugs, laying her head against my shoulder. “He might be an asshole, but his father always taught him to honor his debts.”

I stay quiet because I hope to hell she’s not referring to any illegitimate children he has yet to find out about. She bends forward and takes a stack of the cash, running it through her hands. “Mm-hm, I don’t think you’ve ever looked sexier.” I kiss her shoulder, running my hands up and down her arms.

“What? Holding cash? If I knew that turned you on, I would have pawned another one of my purses and made underwear out of it.”

I turn, take the cash, and throw it over her shoulder so it spreads across the bed behind her. She giggles, watching thegreen paper fall to the sheets. “No. Not just any money. My money.” I push her down onto the bed so she’s surrounded by the cash in that extremely hot dress.

Putting her hands behind her, she leans back on the bed with her legs spread and the slit of her black dress riding higher. She looks at me with hooded, wanton eyes and says, “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Almost,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of her and pushing her legs open wider. She doesn’t squeal anymore when I push my face against her panties. Probably because I spend so much time between her legs these days.

I kiss the already soaked fabric of her black thong and flick my tongue out, grazing it across her clit. “Oh, yes.” Honey throws her head back, and I immediately pull away. Licking my lips, I wait for her to look back at me.

When she finally does, I’m met with her furrowed brows. “If you want me to eat your pussy, you’re going to have to keep your eyes on me.” It’s a calm statement, but she gets it. She bites her lip, her eyes focused on me. When I know she won’t look away, I lean forward, kissing her thighs, next to the fabric of her panties. Then I let my tongue snake underneath, tasting her for the first time tonight.

Her scent drives me wild, and when I’ve pushed enough of the fabric away to reveal her center, I lap at the folds around her clit, never touching her in the place she wants. When I look up, she’s still watching me closely, but now, she’s biting her lip, probably holding back a curse word because I won’t relieve her.

Bringing my hand up, I use one of my fingers to toy with her folds until I sink a finger inside her. She gasps at the unexpected intrusion since I usually only play with her like this after I’ve made her come with my tongue.

Moving back, I watch my finger move in and out. “Do you hear that? You’re already so wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”Her pelvis moves against my palm, and I add another finger to my torture. She’s clenching around me, so I pull my fingers out and use the wetness to play with her clit by rolling it around my finger.

She’s panting now, doing everything she can to keep her eyes open and watch me when I know all she wants to do is get lost in the feeling. Her body throbs underneath my hand, and as I push my fingers back inside her, I finally bring my mouth down to her and use my tongue to gently lap at her skin.

“Zach, I’m… I’m.” I know what that strained voice means, and usually, I’d stop and torture her a little longer before letting her come, but tonight, I’m greedy. I pump my fingers into her faster and tickle my tongue across her skin until her body tenses. She screams out while she comes, and I stay down there, kissing her sensitive skin before standing up and unbuckling my belt.

I lie on top of her when my pants fall enough to release my cock. “Clothes on?” she asks with a curious brow.

“I could tear the dress off you, but that would be a little awkward when we walk out of here tomorrow, don’t you think?”

Without another word, I push myself inside her. She grabs at my shoulder and pushes my jacket off. Then I drop down and kiss her, shoving my tongue in her mouth so she can taste herself on me. Her hands wrap around my ass, pushing me closer. I take the hint, pumping into her faster and harder than before.

I pull myself up, leaning all my weight on one hand while I push down the strap of her dress to reveal one of her breasts. “I love these,” I say through pumps and drop down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. It pebbles under my touch, and she arches her back into me when I bite down on it. “I will never get tired of this.”

“Zach, please.” She’s close again, and I am too, knowing this won’t be the last time she comes tonight.

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