The latest from Rock.
I’m taking Zee to your place. She’s fine. I have news. Call me.
“I have to go,” I told Mom. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
A little over a half hour later I was back at the Wolfe building riding up to my apartment. The elevator doors parted, and I walked in. “Lydia,” I said loudly. “You here?”
Lydia bustled out of the library. “Good evening, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Good evening. Is Zee here?”
“Yes, she’s in your bedroom. Your brother brought her home about an hour ago.”
“Thanks.”
“Mr. Rock wants you to call him.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“Deirdre wants to know what you want for dinner.”
I shook my head. “Not hungry, but Zee might be. Order some Italian or something. Tell Deirdre she can call it a day.”
“Will do.” Lydia bustled away. She’d be off the clock soon as well.
I headed up the staircase and to my bedroom, my heart increasing in speed.
So much going on, but still the thought of seeing Zee made my heart race. I smiled despite myself. If we couldn’t get out of this, I could very well spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn’t commit.
In the meantime, shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I experience joy? Shouldn’t I make love to the woman who, despite her past at my father’s hand, seemed to want me?
Shouldn’t I use the time I had to feel these emotions that were so new and amazing to me?
I clicked the door handle to my bedroom and opened it slowly.
My master suite was large, and the bed itself wasn’t visible from the door. I expected to see Zee sitting in one of my wingback chairs in the bay window alcove, or maybe she was in the bathroom. But the bathroom door was open and no whooshing of the shower sounded in the air.
God, the shower.
I’d fucked her up against that shower wall. I grew hard just thinking about it.
Easy, Reid. Zee had been through questioning with Morgan today, so the last thing she needed was the Wolfe of Manhattan sniffing around.
I drew in a deep breath, willing my cock to behave. It didn’t, but at least I’d relaxed slightly.
Very slightly.
I continued my walk into the bedroom, and when my bed was in sight—
“Oh my God,” I growled.
45
Zee
He was here. Finally. Reid’s hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie loosened around his neck. His gray suit even looked slightly wrinkled.
This wasn’t normal Reid.
I lay atop his bed, waiting, my nipples hard and ready, my core a throbbing mass of melting jelly.
Had I made a mistake?
This wasn’t in character for me at all, but after the day I’d had, I knew the only thing that would make me close to whole again was Reid. Reid, inside my body, helping me take back what had always been mine.
I’d only forgotten for a while.
He raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes widening. Something sounded softly through the air. Not his voice, exactly. A low hum. A groan? A growl?
Whatever it was, it made me yearn even more as the tickle between my legs intensified.
He stalked toward me, reaching the bed so quickly I thought he might have arrived instantaneously in a flash of light.
“What are you doing to me?” he demanded, his voice low and husky.
I swallowed, my body blushing at his nearness. Chills pricked the back of my neck and traveled to my breasts, forcing my nipples to harden further.
I opened my mouth, but nothing emerged but a soft moan.
“Listen,” Reid said, “this is your only out. Leave now, Zee.”
“I… I don’t want to leave.”
“I’m warning you. If you don’t get off that bed right this minute, I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I replied softly.
“Maybe?” Reid removed his suit coat and threw it across the room. He started with his buttons. “Maybe? Fuck maybe, Zee. Maybe tells me nothing. I don’t care what comes out of your mouth. If you don’t get the hell off my bed this instant, that’s your consent. And I will hold you to it.”
I breathed in, letting my courage and my yearning flow through my veins like boiling honey.
“You have my consent, Reid. Do it. Do it all.”
“Fuck it.” Reid stopped unbuttoning his shirt halfway down and then pulled the two sides apart. Buttons snapped off with his strength and flew outward, one hitting the night table near me with a soft clatter. Reid kicked his shoes off and then got rid of his pants and boxer briefs. He stood by the bed, holding his cock in his right hand.
It was huge. It was marbled with one purple vein. It was beautiful.
It was ready.
I longed to touch it. I’d never touched a man’s cock before. Never wanted to.
Until now.
A drip of fluid emerged at the tip. An urge to lick it off surged through me, but I didn’t. I had no idea what I was doing.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Hard and fast.”
I nodded nervously.
“Then, when I’m done, I’m going to do all that other stuff I want to do. I’m going to kiss those breasts, suck and bite those hard little nipples, eat that pussy, Zee. I’m going to shove my tongue between your legs and feast on your cream.”
I shuddered as he sat on the bed and then moved on top of me. He hovered above me, his forehead already slick with sweat. He paused, and for a split second, I wondered if he was going to ask for my consent again—
“Ah!”
He slid into me, burning a trail through my channel.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he groaned.
Yes. Wet as I was, I was also tight, and his cock trailed flames into me. Good burn. Fast burn. Perfect burn.
His gaze never left mine as he pulled out and then thrust in again. The burn lessened this time, and pleasure erupted through me as he eased my emptiness.
Took it away completely.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Good?” he groaned.
“God, yes.” I closed my eyes to revel in the magic.
“Open your eyes, Zee. Open those beautiful blue eyes and watch what I do to you.”
I obeyed, meeting his own sapphire eyes. They smoldered. All of Reid smoldered.
For me.
Reid Wolfe, the most beautiful man on the planet, smoldered for me.
It no longer mattered how much he looked like his father.
Now, I saw very little resemblance because I knew this man. I knew his heart. He was nothing like Derek Wolfe.
He was Reid. Simply Reid. And he was fucking me.
He thrust into me again and again, harder each time. With each plunge he abraded my clit, and this time… This time…
A new spark surged across my skin, skittered across my flesh and pulsed into my clit.
This was it.
This was—
I shrieked! No words, just sounds of pleasure and gratitude.
For I was grateful.
Grateful to be taken away from this day. Grateful for his help taking my body back.
Grateful for this most amazing pleasure I’d ever known.
I soared with the vibrations tunneling through me, around me, above me.