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It wasn’t the timeorthe place, but…

“Do you think we can be quick?” I asked, unable to contain my smile or excitement. My hands were shaking. I was getting such a rush at the thought of sneaking away with him.

That half grin I loved so much spread across Zander’s face. His focus locked on me. “Yeah?”

“You only live once, right?”

In no time, Zander had my hand and was dragging me towards the back patio, making excuses as we meandered through the crowd. He was walking with such determination I had to cover my face to hide my laugh.

“Ay! Zander!”

Behind us, Remy was flagging Zander down, looking at us incredulously as we got farther and farther away.

This was crazy. Remy was waiting on Zander, and Zander was intent on finding us a corner to hook up in. Not only that, this was a high-profile event, one his publicist explicitly told him, and all in co., not to fuck up at.

I strained my arm, almost pulling away. “Zan, he’s—”

Zander turned, reading my face and pausing, before going and flashing Remy a cool smile as he held up a finger, illustrating for him to wait. Even in the distance, I could see Remy’s brows furrowing in confusion. Zander wore no shame as he quickly walked me over to the back patio.

“Do you really want to keep him waiting?” I whispered.

Zander’s fingers grazed my waist as we climbed the steps and slipped back inside the house. “Ineedyou right now.”

The look in his eyes, the desperation and total want, caused a flame to ignite between my thighs. Something was building between us that neither one of us would be able to control if we let loose here and now.

Getting a hold of the nearest host, Zander halted, his hand squeezing mine. “Hey, mate. Where’s the bathroom?” he asked patiently and nonchalantly as he rocked on the heels of his feet.

The young man grinned politely, eager to help. “There’s three on this floor. The nearest one is right off the kitchen.”

Zander tipped his head towards him. “Thanks.”

Guests were still arriving as we ambled by them on their way to the backyard. Workers were here and there, escorting people where to go to use the bathroom, or helping women in high heels on their way to the exit to wait for their cars. Others were merely standing around, enjoying the AC. It was quieter inside, which explained the little groups of people in huddled circles having private conversations.

“Let’s go to the second floor,” I suggested as soon as we were out of earshot.

The back staircase to the second level was vacant, and as we reached the second floor, the coast was clear.

Still, I had just enough time to look around before Zander snatched me into the closest room he could find.

“Uff,” I let out as my back immediately met a wall.

We were in a bedroom, judging by the size, a guest room. The canopy bed, night tables, dresser, and TV were telling of this room being for guests rather than for an actual resident of the home. Nothing personal stood out. And the plain gray and white bedding held no charisma or particular taste.

Zander stood back and shimmied out of his blazer. “Move your skirt a little. Matter of fact”—he eyed the garment and licked his lips, his eyes ravenous—“take it off.”

“Zander!”

Growing impatient, he helped himself to sink to his knees before me and found my zipper. He gazed up at me, the eye contact making me hotter than the threat of the impending act alone.

Beneath my skirt, I wasn’t wearing underwear, something that caused me to cover myself at once when he slid the material down my legs.

Zander peered at my hands, and then back up at me, arching a brow. “Another first?”

The door was locked and the party was still going on, oblivious to our stolen moment for a quick rendezvous. I tucked some hair behind my ear, managing to nod my head. “Yes.”

Zander removed my hands from shielding myself. “Good, I want to be a part of all your firsts from now on.”

He came forward and swept his tongue from my entrance to my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

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