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throat. I come
up for air, in time to see the release of his climax written all over
his face.
    He
looks wild. Intense. Sated.
    A
fierce glow radiates through me, warm as if I was the one who just
came.
    I did
this. I made this man lose his mind. And God, I can’t get
enough.

 

CHAPTER SIX
     
    DAX
     
    I’m
lazing in bed on Sunday morning for the first time in forever.
Usually, I’m up at the gym, or over at the club going through
the financials; I’ve never had a reason to stick around before.
    Maybe
because I’ve never had a woman like Zoe naked and willing in my
bed. Usually I don’t ever let them sleep over; it’s
always worked out better that way. But not with her.
    I rip
back the sheets and drink in the sight of her, my cock already
stirring at the view.
    “We
need to get up,” she protests weakly, as I kiss my way down her
body. “We’ve been in bed for like, two days.”
    “I
told you, I can be very diverting when I set my mind to it.” I
focus on the spot behind her knee that makes her shiver.
    “But
I have stuff to do. Like find a new place to live, and send out more
job applications...”
    “You
have odd priorities,” I smile, licking higher up her thigh.
“Now quiet down, I’m doing good work here.”
    “You
always do good work.” Zoe wriggles in my arms. “Which is
why if we don’t get out of bed right now, I’m going to be
stuck here for another ten hours.”
    “And
would that be so bad?” I lift my head, grinning at her.
    I
shouldn’t be feeling so damn happy. With everything hanging
over my head - the blackmail, and the fire, and God knows what else
-- I should be a knot of tension right now. But Zoe is naked, and
smiling at me in the way that lets me know she’s about to give
in and blow my mind, and so right now, everything is fucking great in
the universe.
    “Not
bad...” Sure enough, she bites her lip. I slide one hand higher
between her legs, finding her cunt already slick and welcoming.
    “But
not good?” I curl a finger up inside her, teasing.
    She
inhales in a gasp. “Getting better...”
    “How
about now?” I thrust another finger into her and pump. She
clenches in reply, rolling her hips to meet me.
    My
cellphone rings.
    “Ignore
it,” I order her, biting down on the inside of her thigh. I
want to hear her scream in ecstasy, but instead, Zoe rolls away with
a moan.
    “No!
It could be important. The club, remember?”
    I
sigh. I’ve got a raging hard-on that’s more concerned
with Zoe’s delicious cunt right now, but she’s right. It
could be an emergency.
    I
grab my phone from the nightstand. It’s Maria. My pulse
skyrockets as I punch the answer button.
    “What’s
wrong?” I demand.
    She
snorts. “Good morning to you, too. And nothing’s wrong,
unless you count the bodyguard parked outside my house. You know he’s
been there all night?” she reminds me. “I tried to make
him come in, but he just sits out there. He’s scaring the
neighbors.”
    Shit.
Griffin. The real world comes crashing in; I guess Zoe and I can’t
stay locked up in our sex bubble forever, no matter how hot it is in
here.
    “I’m
sorry, but I can’t call him off yet,” I apologize. “Not
until I figure out this problem.”
    Maria’s
voice softens. “Is everything OK?”
    “It
will be.”
    I
watch as Zoe slides out of bed and dances to the bathroom. “Hey,”
I call to her. “Don’t even think about putting on your
clothes.”
    “Who
are you talking to?” Maria demands.
    “No
one.”
    “Bullshit,”
she laughs. “It’s that girl, isn’t it? The one I
saw before.”
    “Zoe,”
I admit.
    “I
want to meet her, for real this time! Come over for lunch,”
Maria demands.
    “Not
today—”
    “I
won’t take no for an answer,” she talks over me. “Put
her on the phone.”
    “What?”
    “Do
it,” she insists, so I reluctantly hold the phone out to Zoe.
“It’s Maria,” I explain. “She wants to talk
to you.”
    Zoe
takes it, looking curious. She turns