I put a hand up. “Nuh-uh-uh,” I tease. “First, I want to watch you touch yourself.”
He lets out a grunt. “You always were a pain in my ass.”
“Miss me?” I tease coyly.
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.” Zack lowers his boxers to the floor and then grips his erection in his hand and pumps.
My core quivers at the sight. I’ve never seen a man stroke himself before, and it’s beyond hot.
My heart races with anticipation, but I keep my feet planted firmly on this side of the desk.
“Now, ask me nicely,” I say, my thumb gliding under the strap of my bra, taunting him.
“Baby, please remove that piece of satin and lace, so I can see your gorgeous breasts.”
I smile in satisfaction, and I let the bra fall to the floor.
His blue eyes dilate in need as my breasts fall freely. I grab them and play with my nipples, running my thumbs over them and feeling them perk up beneath the skin.
“Is this what you want to see?” My voice is husky.
That heart-shaped birthmark on his thigh is begging for me to kiss it.
“I want to taste you. Please let me come to you.”
I lower my panties and hold them up in the air, spinning them around my finger. When I toss them, Zack catches them in the air and lifts them to his face, taking a sniff.
The act makes me whimper, my breath coming out in pants, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
I climb onto his desk and sit up on my knees, running my hands down my stomach and up the inside of my thighs.
“How bad do you want me, Zack?” I dip my fingers inside my pussy and let them circle over my clit. I let out a squeaky moan and have to catch my breath at just how sensitive and needy I am.
At the sound, Zack drops my panties to the ground, leans forward, grabs me by the waist, and brings me back to the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask as he lays me down.
“No more games. I’m taking what’s mine,” he growls as he settles his massive form between my thighs and lines his cock outside my entrance before gently pushing in.
I easily welcome him, and his gentleness subsides.
He lifts my legs and pumps into me, working me from the inside, while his mouth is devouring my flesh. He sucks on my nipples and then up to my neck. One hand grips my hair and the other one’s on my hips as his cock rubs against me, hitting the most delicious spots in me.
“I missed this,” he says. “I missed you.”
My body is hot; my core is ignited. I grip his ass and pull him closer, arching my hips up and into him, rubbing my clit along his groin.
“I don’t want this to end,” he says into my neck.
I wrap a leg around him and push my weight up, rolling him onto his back and riding him, cowboy-style.
He lets out an insane groan as he watches me gyrate on top of him. When I lean forward and rub my hips back and forth, I feel that build inside of me. My core clenches, and I go further, chasing the orgasm.
Harder and faster, I ride Zack while he pumps his hips beneath me, gripping my sides and calling out my name.
When I come, it’s an explosion, and yet I can’t stop. I ride out the orgasm, feeling a pool of desire between my legs, and soon, Zack is leaning his head back, his Adam’s apple popping out of his neck alongside a vein that turns his skin red as he unleashes his own orgasm.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Spent and sated, I fall onto his chest. His heart is beating a million miles a minute, pumping through his chest as I catch my breath. We’re sweaty and sticky, and it’s the best I’ve felt in years.
Zack wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
I place a kiss on his heart and run my fingers through the spattering of chest hair.
Zack rolls us over, holding me. I place a leg over his hip, still needing to be near him.
I run a hand down his temple and trace the contours of his face, this ruggedly handsome face.
“I don’t want it to end either,” I say and then glance at the wall. “But it has to because I have to report to the airline in three hours to tell them I’m ready to fly again.”
His forehead falls to mine. He’s breathing hard, his eyes closing as if he’s pained by this notion.
“How long will you be gone for?” he asks.
“You mean, when will I be back in San Francisco? I don’t know. Months maybe?”
His head pops up with a start. “Months?”
“I’m based out of New York. I’m usually on international flights. San Francisco isn’t a normal flight for me.”
“So, this is it? I don’t get to see you again?”
The hurtful expression in his gaze almost breaks my heart. It mirrors the feeling I have as well. I want there to be a way to make this work, but it’s all been so sudden. This reunion of ours has been a whirlwind. I wasn’t planning on Zack walking back into my life. I didn’t know a plan would need to be made, and frankly, I’m not entirely sure what kind of plan that would be. All I do know is that I’m not ready to make any decisions. I’m also not ready to let him go.
“Come with me,” I announce.
His eyes look down at me with a furrowed brow.
“I’ve never taken vacation time before, and I’m probably not assigned to anything yet. Let’s go away somewhere. Together.”
He releases me and sits up. The loss of his touch leaves me cool. “I can’t just pick up and leave, Jolene. I have a business to run. And a son, who I watch.”
“You said he’s on vacation with his mom for a few days. And I’m sure Stella can watch the bar for you,” I press.
“Stella can’t run the bar without me.”
“Yes, I can!” Stella’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Are you eavesdropping on me having sex?” he calls out.
There’s a small pause, and then she replies, “I came up here to get the payroll, but then I stayed for the show. In my defense, you two are fucking loud. And if it’s any consolation, you guys sound hotter than any porno I’ve seen.”
“Stella,” he growls, but I grip his chin and bring his attention back to me.
“Three days. Come away with me. I saw how you’ve lived your life these years. Now, I want the chance to show you how I live. After that, we can decide what exactly this thing between us is and what to do. ’Cause, right now, I don’t have the answers, and I’m not ready to figure it out. What I do know is, neither of us is ready to say good-bye, so let’s not.”
I climb on top of him and settle my naked body on his, snaking my arms around his neck. “I gave you three days; now, give me three. Please, Zack. Come with me. Pretty please.” For added measure, I flutter my lashes as I press my breasts against his chest.
His head might be against this idea, but the way his cock jumps beneath me, I know his body is at war with his mind.
“Three days?” he asks.
I run my tongue over his ear and bite on his lobe. “Do you have a passport?”
“Actually, I do. I got one for my cousin’s wedding that was supposed to be in Mexico six years ago. The two split before the big day. Does it expire?”
I kiss his jaw. “Still good. How do you feel about Bolognese sauce?”