Page 49 of Mile High Addiction

“He didn’t just tell me.He called me after work one Friday night and asked me to meet him.I thought we were going for our regular drinks and dinner.Instead he introduced me to his gay lover at a bar we frequented.Then said gay lover came with him to the apartment we shared and helped him pack his belongings.Turns out they’d been apartment-hunting for a few weeks—weeks I thought he was away for work.They’d decided they wanted to make it official once they’d found a place to live.They’re living together in a loft in Soho.”

“Fuck.”He cupped her nape and lifted her into his lap.Once he’d settled her comfortably, his hand returned to its position between her thighs.“You know what he is?”he grated out.

The tears tightening her throat made it hard to speak.She shook her head.

“He’s a coward and an asshole.Any guy who needs moral support to break things off doesn’t deserve you.And any guy who can’t see what a priceless treasure you are didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”

The rush of tears surprised the hell out of her when it really shouldn’t have.She was going through a whole new level of experiences with Zach.Experiences that she knew would shock the hell out of her before this thing was over.

Blinking back the tears clouding her vision, she tried to laugh but only managed a croaky cough.“You’re earning yourself serious brownie points right now.”

He grimaced.“I’ll take them.But I don’t need them to tell you how beautiful you are.How utterly gorgeous and sexy and generous and warm-hearted.How endlessly mesmerizing.He couldn’t see that, so it’s his loss.”

This time, she couldn’t stop the flood.Cursing, he brushed them away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, baby.Not for a dickhead like that.”

“I’m not crying for him.I’m crying because… because…” She shook her head.“Thank you.”

“For stating the truth?For wanting you to see that you deserve to be worshipped?I intend to tell you that often and consistently.Until you believe it.”

“You make me want to believe it.When you touch me, I feel beautiful.”

“That’s because you are.Every.Single.Inch.Of you.Every time I’m with you, I want to show you how beautiful you are.Hell, Peaches, I walk around with my dick hard enough to hammer nails.I’m surprised there’s enough blood left in my brain to be able to put one foot in front of the other.”

She laughed, and the intensity in his eyes eased, but not the hunger.The hunger was always there.And the fact that it was aimed at her turned her on so hard she trembled.

“You’re getting that look again,” he mused.

“What look?”

“That glazed look that tells me you’re thinking naughty thoughts.”His hand slipped from her nape and into her hair, caressing her scalp before fisting his fingers in a possessive hold.

“Can you blame me?I can feel your thick, beautiful cock underneath my ass.You’re saying beautiful things to me.Between your mouth and your cock, I’m hopelessly lost and shamelessly addicted.I want you so much, Zach.So very badly.”

He groaned and rested his forehead against hers.“I want you, too.But as much as I want to do something precise and pleasurable about it right now, we can’t.We’re landing in less than ten minutes.”

She jerked upright.“Really?”

Craning her neck, she looked out of the nearest window.All she could see was arid, hauntingly beautiful desert interspersed with isolated clumps of greenery.

“Yep.And don’t look so disappointed.I intend to satisfy every single craving you’ve ever had.”He returned her to her seat, leaned across and secured her seatbelt.“Now repeat after me.Often and thoroughly.”

“Often and thoroughly.”

He smiled.“Good girl.”

* * *

Zach watched Bethany closely as she got her first glimpse of Marrakech.It wasn’t for everybody.Certainly, when he’d brought Sadie here, she’d complained long and loudly about the humidity and the heat.

Whereas he didn’t mind.Growing up in Louisiana had meant long sultry summers.And while he had wished himself away from his birthplace long before he escaped, there was something about heat that he’d found deeply arousing and almost spiritual.

The summers he’d spent with his mother, when she’d been lucid enough to function, had been special.

Pain sliced through him, but he pushed it away and concentrated on the woman next to him.

The woman whom he was beginning to suspect could burrow under his skin if he let down his guard.The woman he couldn’t get nearly enough of no matter how much they fucked.

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