Page 6 of Mile High Addiction

And yet…

She lowered her gaze, shook her head slightly as if to clear it and looked around her.The moment he saw her head for the desk where the rock band were getting checked in, Zach cursed.

He was running out of his office before the string of filthy words was complete.

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Bethany tried to shake off the strange sensation that had come over her and moved toward the front desk, where a drop-dead blonde goddess was checking in the last of the group of men.One of them, dark-haired and wearing an expensive-looking leather jacket, glanced over at her and winked.

She wasn’t naïve enough to mistake his interest but her return smile felt strained all the same.

Now that she was here, out of the sphere of Keely’s confidence, she was bombarded with second thoughts.And that sensation she’d felt a moment ago as she looked up at the frosted glass, the feeling like she was on a yawning precipice, staring into the face of danger… well, that had scared the shit of out her?—

A door to the side of her burst open, and Bethany stopped dead.

Jesus!

He was all her wet dreams personified.The living god of her sexual fantasies, her daydreams and her cravings come to life.

Eyes the color of slate zeroed in on her from a face so incredibly stunning that her mouth went dry.His bold stare transmitted a raw sexual pulse of electricity straight between her legs.As he moved like an animal barely caged by civilization, her clit pulsed to life—contrary to Keely’s hypothesis, it wasn’t quite dead yet it seemed.

Everything fell away, every human being in the vicinity ceased to exist as she stared at the god before her.The vaguely familiar god…

His shoulders were wide, strong and imposing.He was breathtakingly tall, easily six-foot four, with hair as black as the T-shirt he wore with black jeans that emphasized narrow hips and taut, manly thighs.

Weathered boots and a chocolate-colored leather jacket completed the package but did nothing to disguise the air of raw masculinity that vibrated from him.

He stared at her as if he had the right to, as if he owned her and intended to claim her right there and then.

Bethany’s pulse raced as she stared back, feeling extremely vulnerable but unable to pull her gaze away.

He moved one more step and stopped right before her, threatening to block out even the sunlight.

“Welcome to The Indigo Lounge.”

His voice, like honeyed gravel, rough yet melodic, sent another wave of heat right through her.

Bethany had no trouble imagining it during sex, whispering hot, dirty things to her as he fucked her.God, he probably fucked like a goddamn champion.

What the hell had he said?Welcome?

“Umm… thank you.”

He finally broke his electric focus and nodded over to a spare desk.As if conjured up by magic, another blonde goddess appeared behind it.

This one seemed to have eyes only for the man in front of her.No surprise there.But the avid interest in the woman’s gaze made Bethany itch to wipe the smile from her face.

“Serena, can you check in Miss…?”He looked at her, one brow raised.

Bethany forced herself to focus.“Green.Bethany Green.”

His eyes gleamed, then his lashes swept down to shield his expression.He nodded and turned to Serena.“Check Miss Green in, and arrange for my bags to be moved, too.I’m joining this I.L.trip.”

Serena’s eyebrows hit her carefully arranged bangs.“You’re no longer heading to the West Coast?”

His nostrils flared slightly, and his jaw protruded as if he was battling with himself.Finally, he smiled.“No.Change of plan.Can I rely on you to arrange that, Serena?”

Of course he could.Serena’s simpering smile indicated Mr.Sex God could rely on her to arrange everything to suit him—including herself should the whim take him.

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