Page 97 of Miss Matched

One Year Later

Anticipationhumsthroughme as the limo makes another turn. We’ve been driving so long I’m not sure if we’re even still in the city. The limo has wound from one street to the next too many times to count, and I start to think maybe that’s the goal.

The blindfold over my eyes heightens all my senses. Zac’s muscular leg is pressed beside mine, his fingers running in circles on my bare knee, sending shock waves between my thighs.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” I ask for the tenth time. “You know if you wanted to take me captive, all you had to do was ask.”

Zac must lean in, because now I feel his breath tickling my neck, sending vibrations across my skin. “Patience, my Cupid.”

He plants a kiss at the base of my neck, and my body starts to throb. His lips hold there for a moment before trailing up my neck to that soft spot behind my ear. My body reacts to him like every touch is the first one.

“You know,” he whispers, pulling lightly on the band of the blindfold, which tightens over my eyes. “I think we should keep this for later.”

“Definitely.” I grin, reaching for his tie to pull him closer. “Only if you also promise to tie me to your headboard with this.”

Zac’s growl reverberates through my body as he places a finger over my lips. I open my mouth, and he drags that same finger between my teeth before pulling it out and running it down my neck, dipping between my breasts where my dress dips low, and then continuing with a full hand sliding down my stomach and inner thigh.

I moan at the bite of his nails against my skin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I feel his lips smile against my ear as his hand trails farther, his nails tickling the sensitive flesh between my legs. Purposely avoiding the thin strip of underwear and what’s aching for him underneath.

For a woman who spent years refusing to give up control, there’s nothing more satisfying then handing myself over to Zac and trusting him with me.

“You’d like me to flip you onto your knees right here in this limo and spread open your legs. You’d like me to shove my hard cock into that wet pussy and make you scream.”

I push my hips toward his hand, but he holds me in place and teases. Every sensation is magnified in the darkness. My fingers dig into the leather seat just to keep me from throwing myself at him.

“Or maybe you’d like me to lie back and let you sit on my mouth until you come on my face. How does that sound, baby?”

Zac draws a circle on my inner thigh, and I feel the heat radiating off of me.

“Yes,” I beg and bite hard onto my bottom lip, trying to release the tension with a prick of pain.

The move makes Zac growl and draw closer. But just as his hands reach the apex between my legs, he stops.

“We’re here,” he says.

At least, I think that’s what he says.

My hearing is as clouded as my vision right now, my entire body throbbing for Zac to put me out of my misery.

His hand draws away from my leg, and he grabs onto my hand instead, which forces a disappointed groan from my lips.

“Later,” he promises.

“I’m holding you to that.”

He dives in and nips his teeth against my bottom lip. “And for that little tease, you can expect some punishment with your pleasure.”

Fuck, I love this man so damn much.

The past year has been a free fall, and I’ve loved every minute of it.

Not long after the Singles Ball, business picked up to the point where I had to move into a gorgeous new office space and double the staff. Even after promoting Sam and Racine, we’re still busy all the time. Luckily, Zac understands. His expanded Waterfront Project has tripled his workload while also renewing his passion for what he does. For the first time, he feels like he’s giving back to the community that raised him.

In order to make sure we don’t go too long without seeing each other, Zac rented office space in my building. He works there half the time. Convenient, but a slight distraction when he’s bending me over his desk.

Busy as we both are, we haven’t spent a night apart since the ball. I moved into his gorgeous penthouse, making sure to bring a little more color to it by filling the walls with paintings. He says he doesn’t mind what I do as long as I’m in his bed every night when he goes to sleep.

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