“Then don’t,” I suggested as I leaned back and braced my elbows against the desktop.
He pulled my panties to the side and held my pussy lips open with his thumbs, exposing my pink center to his gaze—and touch. He bent his head low, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I let out a little scream. “Shh, beautiful. Nobody should be here at this time of night, but if I’m wrong, I don’t want anyone to hear your pleasure except me.”
He dropped to his knees and wedged his shoulders between my thighs. His hot breath hit my pussy, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop my moans from spilling out. He licked up my slit, and a growl rumbled up his chest. “So damn good. I’m already addicted with just one taste.”
He devoured my pussy, licking and sucking every inch until I writhed on the desk. Then he stiffened his tongue and plunged it into my core—in and out, quickly building me up and almost driving me over the edge. My body clenched, and my head flung back as he feasted on me. “I’m so close,” I panted.
“Come for me,” he commanded before dragging his tongue up to my clit and nibbling at it.
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and I flew apart. Zack licked me through my orgasm, not letting up until my shudders subsided. I was still dazed when he pulled away from me and stood. “Next time I get you like this, you’re going to drop those pretty panties for me,” he rasped as he cupped my core through the drenched material before helping me off the desk and smoothing the skirt of my dress back into place.
“That’s probably a good idea since I’m a mess,” I mumbled as I pressed my legs together, my cheeks heating when I realized I’d been wet enough for my inner thighs to be damp and sticky.
“A delicious mess,” Zack teased with a grin as he popped his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Hey, now.” My eyes sprang back open when I felt the gentle touch of his fingers stroking my cheek. “I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed by what happens between us. It’s too fucking special to feel even a moment of regret.”
“I’ll try my best,” I whispered as butterflies swirled in my belly at how sweet he was. “But I really do need to get cleaned up before I see other people.”
“You can use the bathroom, beautiful,” he offered, jerking his chin toward the door to my left.
“Thanks.” My voice rose at the end when he patted my butt as I walked past him. After I shut the door behind me, I hurried to the sink to splash my face with cold water. I felt awkward using his boss’s luxurious, private bathroom, but I hadn’t been joking about my need to clean up. I couldn’t imagine walking through the hotel and restaurant in my current state.
After using the toilet—and going through a ridiculous amount of toilet paper because I refused to use his boss’s thick black towels to clean up the mess Zack had made of me—I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands in the sink. With my mussed hair, puffy lips, and rosy cheeks, I looked like a completely different person. “You’re a wild one, Vegas Amelia.”
“Hey, sweetie. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
My head swiveled toward the door at the sound of Zack’s deep voice...calling someone else “sweetie.” Whoever he was talking to spoke softer than he did, but it was definitely a woman since the tone was distinctly feminine. I shut off the water and tiptoed to the door to press my ear against it, but I missed her reply.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m always happy to see you.”
He sounded flustered—which made sense, considering he’d almost been caught giving me a mind-blowing orgasm on the top of his boss’s desk. And by a woman he probably had a romantic relationship with based on what I’d heard so far.
“I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home tonight. Stacy is going through a bad breakup and shouldn’t be alone. I’m going to stay with her tonight and help her drown her sorrows in ice cream and chick flicks.”
My head thumped against the door as the full meaning of what the woman said hit me. They lived together. I was a home-wrecker!
6
Zack
I wrapped my arms around Delia and gave her a bear hug, making her laugh. “Thanks for letting me know, sweetie.” I tried not to let a giant smile stretch across my face. I adored my daughter and cherished every moment she was still living at home. But...an empty house gave me the perfect opportunity. “Send me a text when you get there so I know you’re safe.”
“Of course,” she readily agreed. When it came to her safety, she’d learned long ago to give in or end up grounded for life. She studied me for a moment, then asked, “Are you alright? You look a little…” She trailed off and shrugged.
“Just happy to see you,” I deflected, hoping she wouldn’t dig further.
For a few seconds, she looked as though she wasn’t going to let it go but then just shrugged again and rolled her eyes. “Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, Delia.” I would have kissed the top of her head like I had since she was a baby, but considering where my mouth had just been, I just gave her another light squeeze before releasing her. She smiled brightly, blew me a kiss, and scampered out of the room.
The door shut behind her, and I sat on the edge of the desk, bringing my fingers to my nose and inhaling deeply. Damn. Amelia had tasted even better than I could have imagined. I—
“Are you kidding me??”
Amelia’s shout and the slam of a door startled me, and I jumped off the desk, spinning around and looking everywhere for whatever was upsetting her. She was standing in front of the door to the bathroom with her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at me. It was obvious that she was incredibly incensed about something, so I tried not to be distracted by the way her tits were bouncing with her sharp, angry breaths. Those were the next delicious treats I intended to have my mouth on.
“Zack!”
Fuck. I dragged my gaze up to meet her furious one. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” I started around the desk but stopped when she backed up so fast she hit the bathroom door with a thunk.
“Stay right there and don’t ‘beautiful’ me, you—you—two-timing jerk!”
My brows shot up to my hairline. “Pardon?”
“I can’t believe you just...just..um...did that to me when you’re living with a woman! Ugh! You made me a home-wrecker!”
I tried not to laugh. I knew it was the wrong reaction. But I wasn’t able to stop myself, though I did manage to contain it to a chuckle. Still, if looks could kill, that moment of amusement would have had me six feet under. “You overheard my conversation with Delia?” I guessed.
“Yes! So what was this little fling? Are you having a mid-life crisis and wanted to be with a younger woman to make you feel alive?”
“No,” I argued. “I didn’t want to be with you because you’re younger than Delia. She’s only seventeen.” Amelia gasped, her face a mask of horror, and I immediately realized how she’d taken my explanation. “Okay, that didn’t come out right.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed, and when I took a single step forward, she plastered herself even harder to the door. As though she thought it might swallow her up. “Delia is my daughter, beautiful.” I pointed at the electronic frame on the desk that was currently showing a picture of me holding Delia on my shoulders when she was about six. Then it dissolved into another shot, this time of Delia and me right before she left for her junior prom.