Page 29 of The Marriage Negotiation

It was after ten o'clock at night.

I bent closer to Zaq and pressed my lips against the side of his neck. The shiver that shook his body made me feel like a king.

"All done for the night?" Zaq whispered as he tilted his head to one side, barring more of his throat to me.

"Yeah, I finished the journal and then made sure everything was locked up."

Zaq shuddered again before turning and wrapping his arms around my neck. "Learn anything new?"

I grinned, having a pretty good idea where Zaq's brain was going. "One or two things."

"Tell me." Zaq shuddered again and pressed against me. "I'm a good student. Swear."

Zaq pulled at my shirt until I lifted my arms and allowed him to slide it over my head, tossing it aside. Gentle hands slid down my sides until they reached the zipper on my slacks. I held my breath as Zaq slowly began to work my pants free. He stopped momentarily to remove my socks.

Losing just a bit of the tight rein I had on my emotions, I pulled away from Zaq and pushed my pants down and all the way off, and then I stood there, naked as the day I was born. My heart quickened when Zaq gave me a sensual smile as he trailed his fingertips down my naked chest.

No one could get my motor running as quickly as Zaq.

I moved closer to Zaq without even realizing it, the sweet, heady scent of the man—hot summer rain—drawing me in and curling around my senses.

I cupped Zaq’s cheek to make him turn and look at me. I drew Zaq in for a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate.

I ran my hand over his blond hair, feeling more than just a lustful need. Zaq was wrapped tightly around my heart even if I hadn't admitted it to him, and I could barely breathe as I held him in my arms.

"You have no idea how much I want you, Zaq," I whispered.

"Oh, I might."

With a tug of my hand, I pulled Zaq down to the bed. We both tumbled backward, rolling until I landed on top of him. My legs shifted as I straddled his waist between my thighs.

I leaned forward, inhaling Zaq’s sweet scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent rushed into me in a wave of intoxication.

"You smell delicious." Zaq’s skin flushed as I leaned forward to nip the man on his jaw.

Zaq’s warm breath tickled my cheek. His breath came out raggedly, softly, though. Then Zaq groaned, and pure, raw need slammed into me at the soft sound.

I tugged at Zaq’s cheek until our mouths were only an inch apart, and then moved in to capture his lips. I shuddered and then nipped Zaq on his bottom lip. My body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in me reaching for Zaq's mouth, the hot draw of his lips, and the moist wash of his tongue.

Zaq tasted so damn good.

Eagerly, Zaq’s tongue mated with mine, the spicy taste of man making me grow harder. Like a drug addict in the first seconds of his fix, I tried to devour Zaq. I licked at Zaq’s lips, nibbled at them, drew Zaq’s tongue into my mouth, and sucked at it.

Zaq arched even closer, his cock jerking against mine through his jeans. Zaq’s hands gripped my hair, holding me to him as our teeth and tongues clashed. The kiss was hard, hungry, and I urged Zaq closer, deepening the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around Zaq, blunt nails scraping along his back as he arched into me, his body twisting closer, as if desperate to mate every cell in our bodies together.

I opened my eyes, seeing Zaq’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his beautiful face. I hadn’t thought Zaq could get any better looking, but staring down at the man, I knew I had been wrong.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Zaq." I ran the palms of my hands up Zaq’s chest and pinched both nipples through his shirt. "You take my breath away every time I look at you."

I slid my hands under Zaq’s shirt, smoothing my fingers over his back. Zaq shivered at the contact. I pushed the shirt up, pulling it up and over Zaq’s head.

Zaq raised his arms and allowed me to undress him. I tossed the shirt aside then I ran my hands down Zaq’s chest, my thumbs playing at those beautiful brown-hued nipples.

A course of lust shot through my groin when Zaq's lips parted and a moan escaped. I was fascinated by the sight, my dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

I tightened my grip on Zaq’s nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between my fingertips. Zaq bucked underneath me, pressing his chest harder into my hands.

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