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“Is that what is bothering you?” he asked, caressing my face. “I am sorry about that. I should have clued you in. We dated years ago and I’ve always made it clear that I am not interested, but she always tries. I have gotten so used to it that I don’t even realize she is doing it. I apologize.”

I was still hurt and uncomfortable, but I was also getting cold so I simply shrugged my shoulders and said, “It’s fine.”

“That’s not the answer I was hoping for,” he said.

“What do you want me to say, Zane? That it is okay and I will just continue to ignore it when it happens again? And it will happen again. You know it as well as I do. These women know I don’t belong with you and they are going to make damn sure I don’t forget it,” I said, holding back my tears.

Zane stepped back and frowned at me. “Is that what you think?”

“Yes,” I blurted out.

He walked back to me and held my face in his hands. “Katya, I am here with you because you are who I want to be with. Those women are not looking at you like you are less. They are looking at you with jealousy. There is not a woman in that room or anywhere else for that matter that can hold a candle to you and they know it. If I haven’t done enough tonight to make you feel like the most beautiful, amazing woman in the world, then that’s on me. I’m just going to have to up my game.”

“What—what do you mean?”

“I mean I’m going to kick it up a notch,” he said with a cocky laugh. “I’m going to make sure everyone here knows that there isn’t anyone else on earth I would rather be here with than you.” Then he leaned down and kissed me.

When we finally came up for air, he smiled and brushed my hair away from my face.

“Or, on second thought,” he said with a mischievous look in his eye. “If you’re sick of being here altogether, we could just leave? I’ve had just about all the socializing I can take for one evening anyway.” Then he leaned in close and whispered, “Plus, I can’t wait to get you back to my suite and peel that dress off you. To be honest, I have been thinking of nothing else since I picked you up.”

Blushing again, I nodded yes and he began to lead me inside. This time though, he took my hand. I couldn’t help but feel smug when we walked by the woman from earlier. She not only saw us holding hands but my lipstick was clearly visible on Zane’s lips. I knew it was petty and I wasn’t normally like this, but the woman had gone out of her way to dismiss me and make me feel insignificant. I’ve always believed in karma and she had this coming. It may be wrong, but inside I was thrilled to see her looking so defeated.

Zane had tunnel vision as we made our way through the crowd. He led me straight to the valet, never letting go of my hand while we waited for the car to arrive. It only took a few minutes and he tipped the driver before opening the door for me and hurrying to the driver’s seat. I buckled myself in and when I did, the slit in my dress opened showing more of my thigh. I decided against closing it. I wanted him hot and bothered and yearning for me.

The noise that came out of his throat was sexual and primal. He looked at my legs and then at me and groaned, “I need to get you home now. I love that dress, but I need you naked and writhing underneath me.”

Before I could respond, he pulled out of the parking lot and started speeding toward the lodge. When we arrived, he didn’t bother to park the car himself, opting to let the valet take care of it. I didn’t have to ask why. I already knew. It would’ve taken more time and the sexual tension between us was at an all-time high.

There was no time to waste.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Zane

Thedrivebacktothe lodge was agonizing. I wasn’t sure why, but I had an overwhelming desire, no need, to make love to Katya immediately. I needed her to know she was the one I wanted to be with tonight. I should’ve been more aware of her feelings and not allowed her to feel uncomfortable at any point. I apologized profusely, but words can only say so much.

Now I had to show her with my actions. I planned on worshiping every inch of her with my hands, tongue, and cock, and then starting all over again. When we got to the lodge, I didn't even take the time to park. I got out, threw the keys to the valet, and let Katya out. Grabbing her hand, we rushed through the lobby on the way to our destination. The elevator ride was torture. I wondered if it had always taken this long. After what was probably only a couple minutes but felt like thirty, it finally stopped and the doors opened. I didn’t want to waste any more time, so I picked Katya up and sped walked down the hall, never stopping to put her down until we reached my bedroom.

I started by slowly helping her out of her heels. I won’t lie. It wasn’t just to help her. I also wanted to run my hands up her toned and silky legs. Ever since her slit fell open in the car, I had been wanting to get my hands on them. I also wanted to taste her. I turned her around and slowly unzipped her dress. I wanted to see her sexy back and ass as the dress fell to the floor. I didn’t know what I was expecting to see underneath, but the iridescent silver jewelry and lace panties made my cock even harder.

My restraint was breaking and I was barely hanging on. I needed to be inside this woman, but first I needed her to know just how much I appreciated her, “As hot as you look in these, I think it is time for them to come off. That is unless you want me to rip them off you.”

Seductively, she smiled as she slowly began taking them off. When she was bare, and her delicious breasts and perfect pink bud were in full view, she reminded me that I was not playing fair. I was still fully clothed. It wasn’t on purpose. I had been so engrossed in Katya that I forgot to take them off. She slowly walked toward me, grabbed my cummerbund, and pulled me toward her. Kissing her passionately, I told her that tonight was all about her. I wanted to taste, touch, and feel every inch of this magnificent creature. I began by working my way down from her neck and collarbone to her breasts and stomach. I began slowly licking and kissing her stomach as I slid two fingers inside her slick folds.

Damn, she felt good. She was already dripping wet.

Moaning, she arched her back letting me know she needed more.

I slowly started tortuously kissing down her thighs which were already slick from her desire. When I reached her perfect pussy, her scent drove me wild. I began to lick and suck her clit while her moans grew louder and more intense. Her body tensed as her climax built, so I began sucking and flicking my tongue over her swollen bud. I loved the way her body responded to me so I intensified my touch. This sent her over the edge. She wrapped her taut legs around my shoulders and grabbed my hair and let her orgasm take over.I could hardly wait for it to be my cock inside her.

“You are so wet for me,” I told her as I lapped up her juices, “I might have to go for round two,” but she stopped me and began pulling me to her, reaching for my throbbing cock.

“Tell me what you want, Katya,” I whispered.

Breathlessly, she pleaded, “I want you, Zane. Now. I want your cock inside me. Please make love to me.”

She wanted it then and who was I to deny her? Slowly, I inched my way up her body, kissing and licking as I went. Stopping at her breasts, I pulled a taut nipple into my mouth and licked and sucked until she moaned and writhed underneath me. When neither one of us could stand it any longer, I kissed her, letting her taste her incredible juices, and entered her. She was so wet that she was able to take in all of me on the first thrust.

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