“Try to stay quiet for me, darling,” he says. “We may be alone, but we don’t want to risk anybody coming up to disturb us.”
I clasp a hand over my mouth, my eyes screwing shut as he continues to tease me senseless with his expert tongue. He draws tight circles against me, reading my stuttering breath and soft groans of pleasure like lines from a book. It’s almost ridiculous how quickly I come undone for him, the tight coil of heat in the pit of my stomach suddenly exploding outward with the brilliance of a thousand fireworks.
“That’s my girl,” Zane murmurs as he rises to his knees, reaching down to make quick work of his belt and zipper. The metallic drag of the metal rings loudly in my ear, my core throbbing with want between my legs.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, opening my arms to welcome him against me.
Zane kisses me tenderly as he aligns himself, pressing his hips against me with so much attention and care I feel like fine crystal beneath him. Everyone else likes to toss me around, to mishandle me, but not him. Zane treats me with the utmost respect, made evident through his gentle kisses and whispers of sweet nothings against my cheek.
I whimper against the stretch of his cock, my walls clenching around his shaft as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside me. I’d almost made the mistake of forgetting how big he was, the sensation of being filled so delightful and so raw it knocks the air straight out of my lungs. I grip onto his shoulders, desperate to erase the space between us.
“God, you feel so good,” he murmurs. “Is this okay, darling?”
I kiss him hungrily, sucking on his bottom lip as I buck my hips against him. “Move,” I rasp. “Please, Zane,move.”
I let out a sigh of relief when the cadence of his thrusts quickens, the creak of the mattress beneath us punctuating the snap of his hips and my needy moans. Zane’s fingers curl in my hair as he pistons in and out of me, his kisses devilishly sweet. It’s everything wild and even a little bit naughty andexactlywhat I needed.
I can feel myself teetering over the line of pleasure and ecstasy. With one more sweep of his cock over my sweet spot, I unravel beneath him, euphoria flooding my veins as the room spins around us. I’m drunk off his commanding kisses, high off the taste of his tongue. Zane isn’t far behind me, thrusting a few more times before pulling out to spill into his hand.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs, breathless and satiated.
“Promise me we’ll do that again,” I mumble against his jaw.
“Three days of freedom and all you want to do is have sex?”
“Do you not want to?”
Zane chuckles. “Trust me, I plan on fucking you every chance I get, but I want to make sure you get to do whatever you want in that time.”
My mind wanders. “A walk outside might be nice.”
“Consider it done.”
“And maybe some time in the pool? Esteban never lets me use the pool.”
“Yes, of course we can use the pool. Anything else?”
“I want to plan our getaway.”
Zane nods, planting a chaste kiss against my lips. “That’s my top priority, darling.”
I hug him a little tighter. “Thank you.”
Chapter 20
Zane
Iwait until well after dark before I conduct my investigation. The best way to bring down your enemy is to know everything about them, and Arturo Allegra and Esteban Becerra are no exception.
“How does the Becerra Cartel make the majority of its money?” I ask Willow over dinner.
Marianne brought up two platters consisting of roast beef, buttered mashed potatoes, green beans, and a bottle of chilled sparkling water to share. Like always, she scurried off once the job was done, disappearing to the employee quarters down in the basement.
“Drug trafficking mostly,” Willow says around a mouthful of beans. “It’s a massive operation spanning several countries. Interpol has been after them for years. That’s what I’ve overheard, at least.”
“What about the Allegra faction?”
Willow crinkles her nose. “My family has a long history with weapons trafficking, but that was before my father took over. He kind of…”