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“Exactly,” he snaps. “And a gala is not an appropriate place for what could happen next.”

Jobe has proved to me he is capable of somecommitment, be it short-term. If he needs a kinky lap dance, then I’m here for it as long as it’s only me.

On the last night we have to fake it, I see a changed man. “Are you going to ensure I get my ankle treated?” I can’t help the smirk on my face.

“I’ll be treating you, Zara. Only the ice won’t make it to your fucking ankle.”

Oh.

21

JOBE

The momentwe step inside the penthouse, I have Zara against the wall. My mouth collides with hers, and I sense she wants this as much as me. My hands are all over her, pushing beneath the snug material of her gown to find her breasts. I need it off her before I tear the fucking dress. I spin her to lower the zipper and spin her back around with urgency so I can watch the gown slide down her beautiful body.

All night, I struggled to keep my eyes off her. With the darker makeup, her alluring eyes, and her sexy curves, I barely held it together when having a conversation with Sir James. Then, when I watched her on the dance floor with Oscar—Sir James’nephew—I was done with surprises. Done with fucking pretending.

Her big brown eyes hold mine as I slide the material over her shoulders and down her hips. I lower my gaze and suck in air because the sight of her body steals my breath. Itake her hand for her to step out of the material pooled at her feet. Her breasts spill over the strapless bra that looks a size too small. My body burns hot with desire for her. I can barely concentrate with my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and I lift her so those long legs straddle my hips. I could take her against the wall right now.

But she deserves more.

I kiss her hard, open mouthed and tongues clashing, as I walk with her toward my room. Then, lowering her carefully on the bed, I begin to loosen my tie.

“No.” She stands.

Shit, did I read her wrong?

“Sit.” She points to the velvet chair in the corner of the room, and I do as she asks, watching her sexy ass as she walks out of the room. “Don’t move.”

What is she doing? I loosen my trousers and free my cock because it’s so fucking erect it hurts trapped beneath the material.

She returns with her cell, and I raise a brow, wondering if she’s texting someone. “Are you going to video us?” I ask, tilting my head. I’m joking, but the thought of watching us fuck has my cock begging for her touch.

She gives me a look as though she likes the idea then music sounds from her cell.

“I have devices with sound wired to every room,” I tell her if that’s her thing, but then she begins dancing to an acoustic song—a female singer that I can’t place but is familiar.

“I love this song,” she says and begins to move her hips, swirling her ass in that tiny G-string. She leans over me and finishes what I began with my tie, then begins to unbutton my white shirt. Immediately, my hands are behind her back to remove her bra.

“No.” She straightens. “You can’t touch meyet.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“I’m giving you a lap dance that you’ll never forget.”

Fuck.

She is perfect.

Zara straddles the chair and removes my shirt. Our faces come so close, her sweet breath caressing my lips, her eyes holding mine, alluring me to kiss her. She stands and somehow makes a seductive show of folding my shirt and tie.

My daze is broken by her twerking her ass before dropping to the floor and bouncing up. She turns, touching herself. My heart pounds, trying to pump blood to my brain because I swear most of it is in my dick.

I’m about to tell her things I’ve never told any woman before. I need to fuck her and regain composure. For months, I have tried not to want her, and yet I didn’t want anyone else. My balls had never been heavier.

Her long legs straddle me, and my hands cup her ass as I thrust against her, needing to touch her. She lifts, shaking her head. The music continues to play, and she’s singing along, but the words have no meaning. All I hear are the dirty thoughts in my head. “I need to taste your pussy,” I tell her.

I need to smell you, have your scent all over me.

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