Page 50 of Mile High Addiction

And boy, did he love fucking her.

“Where are we now?”she asked as their air-conditioned, partitioned jeep drove through streets teeming with jellebah-clad locals and eager tourists.

“We’re passing through the Old Town.Over there is the Medina, the historical district.”

Her head whipped toward where he pointed, her eyes wide with pleasure.

“You like it?”

She smiled.“I love what I’ve seen so far.How far to your place?”

He nodded towards the snow-capped Atlas Mountains, which soared in the distance.“Half an hour away.The chopper would’ve been quicker, but I wanted you to see the city up close.”

“Why Marrakech?”

Zach hesitated, ingrained self-preservation triggers kicking in.The thought that perhaps Marrakech wasn’t the right destination choice fleeted through his mind.When her smile began to dim, he gritted his teeth.“I backpacked through Africa six years ago.Morocco was one of my stops.It grew on me, so I bought a place down here.”

Her face brightened again, and he realized he’d been holding his breath.He released it and moved closer to her.It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that he floundered every time he revealed a little bit more of himself.With Bethany, he felt obliged to share parts of himself he’d never revealed to anyone, not because he wanted to, but because he saw how much it meant to her.

“I can’t imagine you backpacking.”

His smile felt tight.The backpacking in itself was no big deal.It was the reason behind it that he didn’t want to reveal.“Well, I did.All the way, even down to the flip-flops.”

“Hmmm, flip-flops… sexy.”She swayed toward him.He closed the distance and rubbed his thumb over her lips.When her vivid blue eyes darkened, he groaned and pulled back.

“We need to watch it.I won’t be able to control myself once I start kissing you.”He couldn’t indulge his need for her right now, but the jeep’s windows were tinted enough that he could slide his hand down her thighs to rest it between her legs, in that place where he most desired to be.

When she jerked against his touch, he grew harder.God, he’d couldn’t remember when he’d been this hard this constantly.If he didn’t love fucking her so much it would be a damn inconvenience.

“Maybe we should’ve taken the chopper after all,” she murmured, her gaze on the very telling evidence of his excitement beneath his jeans.

“Trust me, Peaches, I won’t make that mistake again.”Grabbing her hand, he placed it over his erection then groaned again when the pain threatened to eviscerate him.

Out of sight of Philip, who was behind the wheel, he pressed her hand harder onto his straining hard-on and worked her palm up and down.

He watched her face, watched her excitement grow as he grew thicker in her grasp.When her tongue circled her lips, he bit back a filthy curse.He caught her nape and dragged her close.

“Stop doing that,” he warned in her ear.

“Zach, you’ve trapped my hand under yours,” she whispered back fiercely.

“I don’t mean that.I mean what you’re doing with your tongue.It makes me think you want to suck my cock all the way to the back of your throat and thoroughly enjoy doing it.”

Her free hand clamped hard on his thigh.“What if I want to do just that?”she responded boldly.“You have an exceptionally beautiful cock.”

“Then I say you’ll get your chance sooner rather than later.”

He pulled away and pressed the intercom that connected to the front.“We’re done with the scenic route, Philip.Get us to the house asap.”He sat back and watched a delicate wave of heat wash over her face.“Now’s not the time to be coy, Peaches.You’ve stated a wish, and it’s my duty to fulfill it.”

She laughed, a husky sound that triggered a pleasurable hum inside him.“You’re about to get a blow job, and you’re making it sound like you’re doing me a favor?”

“I intend to make it a pleasurable experience for both of us.And never doubt it, baby, I’ll take care of you before we’re done.”

He watched her swallow and take a deep breath.He tried a few of those himself and felt marginally more in control of his violent hunger.

“How long before we get there?”The strain in her voice mirrored how he felt.

“Ten minutes.”

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