Page 13 of Timeless: Encore

He made my life miserable. My dad lost everything trying to protect me. The excruciating fight for my daughter lasted six long years. During Mia’s custody proceedings, we learned Corey hated Zane because his ex was the girl who took Zane’s V-card.

My errors in judgment nearly cost me everything. First Zane. Then my daughter. I can’t afford any more mistakes. The price is too high. I’ve got to make sure Zane and I have open communication. Even about this.

“Earth to Fee.” Zane waves his hand in front of my face. “Where did you go? I don’t like the look on your face.”

I puff out my breath. “I’m sorry. Started going down the rabbit hole.”

He caresses the side of my face. His thumb brushes my cheek. “Fee, please don’t look backward. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted or needed. Stay present with me. We’re in love. Mia’s our child. You’re going to open the best damn Michelin Star restaurant the world has ever seen. The Mission is going to be the most kick-ass venue. LTZ will be back better than ever. We’re golden, babe. I don’t even think about those clubs.”

God. This man. With his family history he could—justifiably—be the most bitter guy around.

He’s not, though.

He’s adorable. Sexy. Fascinating. Supportive. Kind. He’s mine.

I’m never going to do anything to jeopardize our relationship.

Ever again.

Chapter four

ZANE

A Few Weeks Later

I’vespentaboringmorning researching new customized tour buses so the band can bring our families on the road next year. Ty and Zoey are visiting Connor and Ronni in Ireland. Jace and Alex are bringing home their new adopted daughter today. I just sent my bandmates an email with links and my list of pros and cons, which will likely go unopened and unanswered.

Now I have nothing to do.

The smells coming from the kitchen make my stomach growl. One of my favorite things to do is watch Fee when she’s cooking. It’s when she’s the most relaxed. And damn, she’s so fucking talented. I’m in awe of her ability to make literally any type of food delicious.

“Whatcha cooking?” I lean against the pantry door across from where Fee is meticulously forming tiny pastries into the shape of stars.

Fee looks up, startled. Her magenta hair is pulled back in two braids. She wears a black bandana over her head. A black apron over a gray tank top that her tits are spilling out of. “I’m working on a savory puff pastry topper for a rabbit dish I want to put on a spring menu.”

I slide in behind her and cup her boobs. “You’re so sexy when you make pastry.”

“Hey … let me at least finish. I’m about ready to pop these in the oven.” She cranes her neck up. I kiss her pouty pink lips.

“Promises. Promises.” I feather kisses along her jaw and thumb her nipples, which harden into tight peaks. My hands wander down her sides, under her apron across her soft belly…

Fiona slaps my hand away, giggling. “Zane. I said give me a minute.”

“But I want to get lost in your bodynoowwwww. I’m so horny,“ I whisper in her ear. Grip her hips. She makes me so fucking hot. With so much time on my hands, I’ve been making a serious effort to be inside her as much as possible, and she’s thwarted my advances for days. I’m determined to have a better outcome today.

She relaxes back against me when I dip my fingers under the waistband of her leggings but continues to work on her pastry stars. I need her full attention so I inch lower and dive into her panties.

Ahhh, yeah. I home in on her clit, which is already a bit swollen. I roll it. Rub it. Tap it. Suck on her earlobe.Finally, she stops what she’s doing and slaps her palms on the marble countertop. I thrust my hard cock against her ass. Band my arm around her collarbone to hold her in position. Thrust my fingers inside her.

She’s dripping.Alwaysdripping for me.

“Let me help you up.” I pat the counter.

A look of trepidation flits across her face. “Uh … not here. Um. Just a sec …”

She doesn’t have a chance to finish before I reach around, palm the backs of her thighs, lift and plunk her down. “Now, we’re talking.” I kiss the surprise off her face and get to work peeling her leggings and panties off in one fell swoop.

“Zane …” Fee looks down at me, her face is a mixture of desire and— embarrassment? Shame? I don’t know exactly, but it’s an expression I’ve seen on and off over the past couple months.

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