I let my breath out in a long exhale. "Good. That's good." I gave a shaking laugh. "Probably something we should have discussed sooner, huh?"
Zed gave an easy shrug. "A lot of why we work so well, why we've always worked so well, is mutual trust. What about Cass and Lucas?"
I parted my lips, not really wanting to divulge Lucas’s sexual history—or lack thereof—and internally cringing that I’d never talked STDs with Cass. He was such a control freak, though, there was no way he hadn’t been getting regular tests.
"Do you really want to discuss Cass’s and Lucas's dicks?" I peered down at him with a teasing grin. "But I know you've seen them both now. Any thoughts you want to share with the class?"
Zed scoffed a laugh, his palm warm on my thigh. I was still in a sports bra and hotpants so short they were basically underpants, so his touch made my skin shiver with delight. "If you're asking whether I have any bisexual tendencies, Boss..." He paused there. So fucking dramatic. "The answer is no." Oh, good. Or... damn. I wasn't totally sure whether I was pleased or disappointed by that statement.
"Or, at least, I have no secret desire to suck dick," he continued. "Am I so straight that I would balk at the idea of another man seeing my dick buried in your pussy or in your mouth? Nah. I love an audience." His wink was pure sex, and it made my breath catch in my chest. Goddamn, this hadn't been my intention at all, but suddenly I was seriously considering fucking Zed on the bar top. We only had about fifteen minutes before Rodney would arrive for his shift, though...
Zed was apparently thinking the same thing because his hand crept higher and his fingertips hooked the elastic waistband of my pants. "You know what I've always wanted to do?" He shifted to stand directly in front of me, between my dangling legs. "Ever since we opened this club?"
"Hmm?" I replied, obediently lifting my hips as he peeled my hotpants off and abandoned them on the floor. "I think I can guess, but go ahead and tell me anyway."
Zed gave a dark chuckle, lifting each of my bare feet and placing them on bar stools to either side of where he stood, exposing my bare pussy to him. "I've always wanted to christen this bar... the way it was meant to be done."
He bent down, kissing me in the most intimate way and making my toes curl. Drawing a deep breath, my eyes flicked to the clock, even as my hips tilted to give him better access to my pussy.
"Just this bar?" I murmured, gasping as he licked my clit and already quivering with need for more.
He laughed against my core, sending soft vibrations through my sensitive flesh. I squirmed under his touch, and he nipped my thigh with his teeth.
"Not just this one," he admitted, straightening up. "All of them. But this would be a great start, don't you think?" He licked his lips, and I groaned.
"Shit," I whispered. "I can't say no to you. Hurry the fuck up, though. Rodney—"
"Starts in ten, I know. Lay back." He swiveled me on the bar, then climbed up to join me, already loosening his belt. "And you’d better be quiet; Maxine is still in the shower."
I cringed. I'd totally forgotten about Maxine. But there was no changing my mind as Zed positioned himself on his knees, then lifted my hips and drove his dick deep into my throbbing core. "Ah fuck," I cried out, then immediately clapped my hand over my mouth.
Zed laughed as he shifted our position again, then used his grip on my hips and ass to hold me in just the right spot while he went to work. His thrusts were hard and deep, making soft grunts and gasps escape my throat with every push.
My back kept sliding down the polished bar top, though. Eventually Zed reached out and pulled me up to sitting. Then lifted me to straddle him as he hung his legs off the bar, and I sank back onto his cock fully.
"Oh yeah," he breathed as I found my seat. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck me hard, Boss. We've only got a couple of minutes left."
"Shit," I breathed, settling my weight and resting my forearms around his neck. I quickly found my groove, bouncing up and down on Zed's dick like an equestrian. He tugged my sports bra up to expose my tits, right in his face, and grabbed one of my nipples between his teeth right as I started to come.
My startled yelp fast turned into a moan as my pussy contracted around his dick, and he bit down harder.
"Fuck, Zed!" I screamed out as my lady bits imploded, blowing my damn mind all over the freaking bar. Zed grabbed my waist, holding me still as he thrust up into me a couple of times, finishing himself off as well.
For a moment, time stood still, and I just rested my forehead on his shoulder, panting and waiting for my cunt to relax. But then the unmistakable sound of the front door opening shocked us both out of our post-orgasm bliss.
Not wanting Rodney to catch me with my pants down—literally—I made a snap decision and dove off Zed and behind the bar.
The sound of my best friend's laughter followed me, and a second later my hot pants flew over the bar top as Zed called out a greeting to Rodney.
37
Zed and I had to work our asses off for the next few days trying to sort through the mess that Chase had generated for us with Anarchy. Not only had the reporters redoubled their efforts in trying to get the "Timberwolf story" thanks to the bullshit accusations of our drug-using patrons, we also had the city council to deal with.
Luckily, Chase hadn't managed to break all our alliances. Some of them had taken a long time to cultivate, and they weren't shifting allegiances easily.
Zed was leveraging one of those important contacts while I drove us home from the Copper Wolf office in his Ferrari. We'd worked late, again, and it was well past dinnertime, so my stomach was growling as I turned into the driveway. We had intended to order takeout while we worked but ended up fucking on my desk instead. Whoops.
"Understood," Zed murmured into his phone as I parked in the garage. He badly hadn't wanted to let me drive his baby, but I'd reminded him of that scratch on my McLaren. He’d given the keys up with a grumble. "Thank you, Gerald. I appreciate your assistance on this matter." He paused, glancing over at me with a smile on his lips. "You're right; we are overdue for a round of golf. How does Sunday sound? Rainybanks Country Club? Perfect. See you then, Gerald."
That was the main reason I had Zed on the call rather than me. He walked the walk and talked the talk. He could schmooze the politicians like no one else. He had a way of delivering the same threats and blackmail that I would but making them sound so very casual. It was scary as hell and equally impressive.
"Well?" I prompted after he ended the call.
His grin spread wide. "All sorted. Two-week closure, then we can reopen without any fines and no black marks on our record."
Climbing out of the car, I gave a small groan. "Two-week closure? Why?"
Zed rolled his eyes. "Seriously? We were facing a massive fine and potential loss of our liquor license. All Gerald asked was that we stay closed for appearances."
I pouted, but he was right. We were getting off easy. It was just shitty timing for our events. "I don't know how you do that shit," I commented, shaking my head. "Charming the pants off those old politicians."