Page 62 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

Mother of all things fucking holy.

His mood changed in a heartbeat.

The floor-length black silk shirt dress should not have been sexy. But enough buttons had been left open that the V dipped low. There must be tape holding the fabric in place because she sure as fuck wasn’t wearing a bra. The wide skirt skimmed strappy black heels and with every stride he caught a flash of creamy thigh as she walked toward him.

And she was wearing red lipstick. The kind she’d refused to put on for him when he’d been trying to hook her up with anyone else. And suddenly he’d never been more relieved she normally stuck with oversized jeans and tops. Because one look at her like that, with her confident walk and come-fuck-me pout and smoky eyes, guys would have been lining up to take the privileges that were now all his.

Fuck it.

Fuck private.

Fuck down low.

Fuck the girls who were all saying hello and asking excitedly about the gig.

Instead, he scooped Zoe into his arms, grinning as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her arse in his hands and walked to the first available room he could find, slamming it open and then kicking it closed behind them. He grinned against her lips as he heard the girls whoop and squeal outside.

Backing her up against the wall, he used his frame to sandwich her against the cool plaster. Because he needed to feel her. To hold her face to his as he devoured.

Her lipstick was probably everywhere. On him, over her. But the grim reaper himself could have shown up waving his scythe, and Alex couldn’t have stopped.

He slid his hands into her hair, around her neck. “Fuck you look good. Taste good. Smell good,” he groaned.

Nails dug into his shoulders as Zoe rolled herself against his dick which was rock solid. Thank fuck they were on the same page. “Alex,” she gasped.

“You understand me okay?” he said, trying to regulate his breathing a little.

Zoe nodded, and he placed his hands on her cheeks, cheeks flushed with arousal. Red smudged her lips, and he ran his thumb over it, tugging out her lower lip. “I need to go further. You okay with that?”

“Show me, Alex,” she said, placing her lips tenderly to his.

Fucking show me.

She was going to kill him.

He carried her over to the long desk with a bank of mirrors and lights above it, and sat her on it. “Stay there,” he said, walking back to the door to make sure it was locked. Then he turned on the bright white lights so she was illuminated from behind. He grabbed a plastic chair, placed it in front of her, and sat. Building the anticipation, he slid his hand along her calf from ankle to knee, then placed her foot on the chair by his hip. With his eyes on hers, he repeated the action with the other leg.

“You look incredible,” he said. “Words just don’t…yeah. Beautiful.”

He slid his hands beneath the hem of her dress, opening each button along her smooth thighs until he caught a glimpse of the black underwear she wore.

Lace.

Practically see-through.

When his thumb reached the seam, they were damp. “Already wet for me, Zoe?” With his thumb, he circled her clit above the fabric and grinned as Zoe let her head fall back against the mirror.

“Alex.” Her voice was raw. Throaty. Filled with need.

When he removed his thumb, she lifted her head and stared at him. The heat he saw in her eyes was likely reflected in his own.

“Don’t worry.” He gripped the fabric of her underwear on either side. “I’m just about to make this easier for both of us.” He slid them down her legs. Unable to resist her smudged pout, he kissed her again. His tongue sought hers with a gentleness which belied just how badly he wanted her. Her hands wrapped around him as he tried to lean back.

Taking the lace, he lowered her arms until her wrists were behind her, and gently knotted them with the underwear. “You could untie them if you wanted to. But don’t. Please.”

As he settled back into the chair, he stretched one of his legs out in front of him and simply stared at Zoe’s pussy. “You know. I’ve had two fantasies about you and me this afternoon. Do you want to hear them, Zoe?”

She wiggled impatiently on the counter, and he knew she was as close to the edge as he was. Her body was seeking what it needed.

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