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“Wait, wait, wait,” I begged.

I sped up riding him and one flick of his thumb sent me collapsing onto him in one loud scream of pleasure.

Chest to chest, breathing in sync, we were one. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to be out of this existence. His hands were still on my body and I decided that I liked them there, cradling me as I came undone.

“C’mere,” Zander said after a while.

“What?” I asked.

He studied me and ran his tongue over his lips, leaving no room for confusion on what he wanted. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I was still coming down as I got myself together and steadied myself on the headboard and sat on his face. His hands were on my breasts, massaging them gently.

Oh, sweet fuck.

Zander moaned with his mouth on me, enjoying this very erotic act we were a part of.

“Ugh,” I let out, unable to imagine anything feeling this good as I rocked into him.

I was in no position to move as Zander savored every bit of me, beholding me with the purest look in his eyes. It felt like he was devouring my soul from my most sacred of places. And I let him.

In the end, I covered my face as I lay beside him.

“What are you doing, Bianka?” His voice was too dreamy as I felt him hover over me.

“You got me feeling all nasty.”

His hands were on my wrists, removing the boundary of my shielding my face. “Sometimes it’s good to be nasty.”

Victoria was right: hotels made you more adventurous.

Sex with Rod while good, wasn’t like this; this was somehow better, and I couldn’t tell if it was the overpowering level of attraction I felt for Zander, or his apparent joy in pleasing me back. Rod was selfish. Sure, I would often come with him too, but there were the times that I hadn’t, the times where he was only out for himself. He gave it up the best when he was trying to win me back, but once the dust had settled, he was back to his routine of just trying to achieve his own release.

If having sex with Zander twice meant anything, it was a sign that I could move on and find better than my ex.

“Where’s my shirt?” I asked as I sat up and looked around for it.

“Relax,” Zander said as he lay back. “No one’s rushing you out the door.”

There was a playful gleam in his eye. Lonely. He said he’d been lonely in this hotel room, bringing me back to Sunday night’s cancellation and the posts Victoria showed me.

“Hey…” I fiddled with my hands in my lap. “Did…did this all start just so you could get back at Jolie?”

He didn’t look away and he didn’t get angry. “The only thing I was thinking about once you got in this hotel room was you that night.I was only trying to help you get cleaned up and charge your mobile. I didn’t see myself sleeping with you until I was right in front of you and you looked like you were going to hit me again.”

The same could be said for myself. “News broke about Jolie, and my friend thinks that’s why you cancelled the show. I was thinking about how it sorta added up. Which is fine. I guess I can get it. At one point, if my ex called me right now with an apology…maybe I’d be with him tomorrow.”

Zander was lying back with one arm behind his head while he ran the back of his fingers up and down my arm, staring up at me. “You’d go back to your ex tomorrow, huh?”

After this last time? Fuck no. “Exes are complicated. I went into work Tuesday and saw that he sent me a bouquet.”

Zander pretended to snort. “I would’ve sent an edible arrangement.”

I bit my lip and focused down on the sheets. “Yeah.”

“And you would go back to him tomorrow?” Zander repeated, his tone clipped of emotion, his eyes watching me intently.

This side of him, the casualness of his approach, made me feel playful. “He’s only thebestI’ve ever had.”

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