Page 62 of Mile High Addiction

“No.Hell, no.”

“Zach—”

“Bethany,” he growled back.His lips were pinched, and the lines bracketing his mouth had deepened.“I’ll give you whatever you want, except that.”

“But that is what I want.I can’t think straight when we’re like this.”She waved a hand between them.

He stepped up, closing the gap between them.He slid both hands around her nape and tipped her head up.“I don’t want you thinking straight.I want you as mindless with me as I am with you.”

“Zach, this is insane…”

He stared down at her for several seconds before he sighed.“It’s not insane, but you win.No sex for the rest of the day.”

“Really?”She wasn’t sure how to take his capitulation.

Leaning down, he skimmed her mouth with his.“Don’t sound so pleased.All you’re doing is torturing us both.Unnecessarily.But I guess we can try and occupy our time some other way.Go get dressed.I have an idea of what we can do.”

She smiled then quickly straightened her features when he frowned at her glee.

“Umm, anything in particular I should know?”

He shook his head, stepped back and took her hand.“It’s a surprise.But you’ll need to dress comfortably, preferably in pants.And you’re allowed to wear panties.Just this once.”

Intrigued, she slowly nodded.They entered his room and he drew to a stop.“What?”she asked.

“I don’t think I should be in here.Go shower and get ready.I’ll use another bathroom.”

Her gaze slid over his mouthwatering body to the rampant erection that hadn’t subsided.Desire slammed into her so hard she wondered what she’d been thinking when she’d asked for no sex.

“I… umm…” God, even talking was hard.

His nostrils flared, and he took a step back.“Go, Bethany.”

She turned and headed for the shower.She didn’t need to glance back to know his eyes were riveted on her ass.The sizzling hot sensation all over her skin was evidence enough.

* * *

Despite being a little pissed off at the no sex stipulation, Zach was glad to get out of the house for a few hours.

Although she’d been the one to give voice to it, the slippery, out-of-control feeling he’d experienced since he’d brought Bethany to Marrakech was escalating quickly.The fact that he wanted to carry on regardless was even more unsettling.

He hadn’t felt this unsettled, this helpless, since six years ago.Since… Farrah.

He stiffened at the realization.

Beside him at the back of his SUV, Bethany glanced up at him.“Hey, you giving me the silent treatment?”she teased, although her eyes held a trace of wariness.

He smiled distractedly, still unable to process the single thought blazing across his mind.

Farrah.

The one person he didn’t want to think about.Especially not while he was with Bethany.

And yet… he’d brought Bethany here, to the one place guaranteed to make him think about what had happened six years ago.Of all his properties around the world, he’d chosen this one…

Christ, a therapist would have a field day with him.

Soft hands caressed his cheek, bringing him back to the present.He captured Bethany’s hand and kissed her knuckles.

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