Page 62 of Dirty Big Sins

A lot had transpired since she’d left my bed.

Although not everything had resolved to my satisfaction. Romeo still wasn’t returning my calls and I’d yet to find time to go looking for him. However, that was first up on my list of things to do tomorrow morning. I had only moments ago received confirmation from my attorneys that the sale of Family Based Programming would be finalized by morning. The paperwork had been signed by all parties and there were only some formal filings that had to be completed to make it official.

I looked forward to the scheduled video conference in the morning that would give me the satisfaction of putting two executives in their proper place. Payback was a bitch and they had it coming in spades.

I’d wiped the mat with Gabe this afternoon and that had been the only other shining moment of my day. He’d given me a run for my money though. Fucker was getting stronger every time I fought him. Now tonight and tomorrow I needed to take some time to get some of the finer details settled that would clear my mind for the big fight.

With all of this information swirling in my head, I almost missed Zia’s entrance.

Almost.

Luckily a flash of blue caught my attention from the corner of my eye and I turned in time to see her enter the living area of her suite.

Holy fuck.

She wasn’t just beautiful.Hell no. That wasn’t a strong enough word for the vision in front of my eyes. This version of Zia was a straight up knock out and I was done for. From the sexy silk wrapped around every lush curve to her black hair floating down to her waist, my gaze raked her from head to toe. And with every step she took closer, one filthy thought after another filled my head.

I was about to ask Nina to give us a moment alone when she suddenly excused herself, albeit with a wide grin on her face. Not that I spared more than a cursory glance in her direction because I couldn’t take my eyes off of my woman.

“Hi,” she said, stopping just in front of me. “Thank you for doing this.”

I reached forward and wrapped my arm around her waist so I could pull her forward and flush against me. My body had grown hard at the sight of her and I needed more than to simply look at her.

“Don’t thank me. It’s me who should be thanking you. You look incredible. So good in fact…” I bent my head so I could press my lips to her jawline, but that little touch ended up my undoing as the heat of her skin electrified my entire body. “Fuck,” I growled before working my mouth down her neck as I ground my hips against hers. Less than ten hours since I’d been inside of her and it might as well have been ten days as the ferocity of my need exploded in my head.

Her in this dress definitely made a stunning picture, but I wanted nothing more than to rip it off of her so I could work my dick into her hot little cunt. God, she made me crazy. I nipped at her neck several times with my teeth until she rewarded me with a delicious gasp and low moan.

“That’s my girl,” I growled, working my way to the swell of her lush tits. “Needy as ever.”

“Vincent,” she cried out, signaling that I had her exactly where I wanted her.

“Yes, bella.” My words weren’t exactly eloquent, but it couldn’t be helped. The day had been a clusterfuck and we both needed this. Every other thought fled from my mind as she squirmed and bucked against me. The idea that I needed to watch her come for me cemented in my brain.

With one hand on her waist, I used the other to skim her right hip and thigh as I hiked some of the fabric upward. As good as she felt in my arms I needed more.

“Uhm. Excuse me. I hate to interrupt but…”

The words of Zia’s assistant barely made it through my sex hazed brain. If not for the fact Zia stiffened against me, I likely would have ignored the interruption and continued. Propriety wasn’t exactly my strongest trait and this close to giving us both what we needed didn’t help.

Reluctantly, I released Zia’s mouth and we both turned our heads in the direction the talking had come from.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Your—ahh—publicist is on the phone. She says she’s been trying to reach you. Apparently, they’ve rounded up the press downstairs and informed them that you and Zia are coming down and would make a brief statement before you left.”

I inwardly groaned. My phone had vibrated, but I’d barely noticed or cared with Zia in my arms. For once in my life, my priorities had been aligned with what I wanted. They might have thought I’d done them a favor by agreeing to this date, when in actuality I wanted nothing more.

Tonight I wanted to make it perfectly clear to Zia how I thought we could fit into each other’s lives on a more permanent basis. Although I had a few things I needed to tell her. Clear the air, so to speak, so we could officially move forward.

Zia pressed her face into the front of my suit and I pressed her back harder in return. There was no better place than my arms for her to be.

“Got it,” I said. “If you don’t mind, tell her we are heading down now.”

Julie nodded and disappeared to wherever she’d come from, once again giving us some much needed privacy.

“I guess we’re really doing this.” Zia stepped out of my arms and I reluctantly let her go. “I’m not sure I’m ready. The press can be pretty rough if they think they have a juicier story than the one you want to tell. Believe me, I know.”

As did I. How many times had some reporter dug up my stepfather’s murder and either implied I had something to do with it or outright asked me if I’d done it? Clearly this weighed on my mind and would until I’d cleared up the past with Zia. I didn’t know exactly how well she would take it, but I hoped that considering the cause, she would find it in her heart to move past it instead of judging me as harshly as others.

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