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Zander leaned against the doorjamb. “Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” I pulled open my trench coat, exposing what I had on underneath.

I watched as Zander’s eyes lit up and that devilish half grin took his mouth.

At first, I thought about showing up in a sexy negligee, but then I wanted to be silly, and instead I found a 2x Zander T-shirt and bought a pair of Vans to go with it. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and I felt totally and completely free.

Zander’s gaze was glued to the image of him on my shirt. He was smiling and I could tell he liked this.“I thought there’d be lingerie under there.”

Giggling, I asked, “Disappointed?”

Serious again, Zander made room for me to enter the suite. “Bianka, I’m going to fuck you in that shirt.”

I almost let him, right then and there. His accent made swear words sound even better.

“I thought we’d role play,” I said as I strolled in and casually removed my coat. “I’ll be your number-one fan.”

Behind me Zander looked ravenous. Somehow his eyes even appeared darker. “You want to play?”

“What do your fans call you? Oh yeah, now I remember. Can I have your autograph,Zaddy?”

He blinked rapidly. “Autograph?”

I went and took the hotel pen from the table nearby. Leaning down, I pressed the pen to my foot. “Righhhht”—I trailed the pen up my shin, past my knee, and along the way it got caught on the hem of my shirt and I used it to pull my shirt up as I brought the pen past my thigh, exposing my nakedness underneath my tee—“here.”

Zander released a breath through his nose as he came closer. “You’re all I could think about all week. Let’s take it to the back.”

“Uh-uh, I came all this way for your autograph.”With my hands on his shoulders, I urged him down.

Zander sank to his knees, peering up at me as he pushed my shirt up to my waist and accepted the pen. He was so close to me, to her, that I felt my knees getting weak.

Holy hell was this empowering, standing over him, looking down at him gaze up at me.

Zander kept his eyes on mine as he uncapped the pen. He slowly peeled his vision away to what was in front of him. It tickled when he started to write on my hip and by the grin on his face, I just knew he had written something slick.

In the floor-length mirror by the door I could see our reflection and what he’d inscribed on my skin.

Mine

I focused back on Zander. “Really?” I shook my head, loving the view of him kneeling down there. “If you’re feelin’ creative…”

Zander peeked at my nakedness before him and then returned to me. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, enticing me, making me anticipate its magic. “No.”

“No?” I asked disbelievingly.

He stood to his feet. “Nope.”

“What do you mean no?” I demanded to know.

Zander didn’t respond, instead, he leaned down and picked me up, much to my surprise, before throwing me over his shoulder. He started for the bedroom and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

This time when we fucked, I was on top, in control. I kept my Zander T-shirt on in the beginning, but Zander’s hands were glued to my body underneath. He caressed my breasts, held on to my waist, pulling me into him, and he grabbed my ass. I liked it when he grabbed my ass the most, because I had more in the breast department, and sometimes I got a little insecure when out at a club or event. Zander didn’t seem to care. He worshipped my body endlessly as I took the lead.

I set the pace and drove him wild. The tortured pleasure that was hanging on his face turned me on more. The sound of him moaning as I rolled my hips into him ignited my ego. When he groaned and let out a pained, “Fuck,” I felt myself ready to burst.

When he grew impatient, he helped me out of my shirt and got more grabby, encouraging me to come. I was close, but I was fighting it.

“Come for me, Bianka,” he insisted, going and thumbing at my clit.

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