Page 18 of Their After Hours Playbook

Zach laughed. “I like how you think.”

She fumbled for her key card as he stood right behind her and placed his hand on her hip. The light went green so she turned the door handle, and the two of them nearly stumbled into the room. Paige dropped her bag on the floor.

“We’re all alone,” he said with a clever grin on his face, moving in on her. The only illumination in the room was the ambient glow of the Las Vegas strip, filtering through the window.

Everything about him was a feast for the senses and she didn’t know where to start—his hair begged to be touched and his chest was hiding under his dress shirt while the knowledge of what it looked like bare was filtering through her head. “We talked about kissing in the bar.” She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

“Like this?” He cupped her shoulders with his hands and placed the softest kiss on her lips. It was a tease. A taste. It made her light-headed.

“That’s a good start.” She grasped his biceps and pulled him closer, peering up into those beguiling blue-gray eyes. “But I was thinking something more like this.” She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Zach immediately upped the ante, reining her in with his strong arms and holding her close while his lips parted and his tongue explored her mouth, then tangled with hers in an endless loop. The kiss was like a storm, chaotic and raw and unpredictable. It was everything she wanted.

He wasted no time pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress, his determined fingers traveling lower while want and need raged inside her. He peeled her dress down her arms and left it loose around her waist to reveal her black lace bra. She was so thankful she’d put on some of her best, sexiest underwear today. On some unconscious level, she must’ve been hoping that this would happen. He slipped the bra strap from her shoulder, then pulled one of the cups down from her breast before lowering his head and drawing her nipple into his mouth. He held on to her rib cage with a firm grip. He wasn’t letting go. Not anytime soon.

Paige gasped when he gently tugged on the tight bud with his teeth. A sizzle of electricity traveled straight to her clit. She was already close. How was that possible? She needed him so badly she could hardly think straight.

Zach unhooked her bra and cast it aside, then pulled her dress down from her hips. She was all ready to start on his shirt or maybe go straight to his pants, but she didn’t get the chance. Zach dropped to his knees before her, holding on to her hips and then digging his fingers into the fleshiest parts of her ass. He gazed up at her with a look that was indecipherable, making her feel even more overheated than she had a minute ago. His eyes shifted darker and he tugged her panties to one side to revisit the place his hand had been in the bar. He nestled his face between her legs, his tongue quickly finding her apex. Another zap of electricity hit her hard. So hard that she could hardly stand. She reached for the dresser that was right behind her, but bracing herself only gave him better access. She was at his mercy.

“Zach. Come here. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” As good as it felt, everything they’d done together was so focused on her pleasure... She wanted her turn.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He rose to stand and took her hand, then tugged her to the bed while he used his free hand to untuck his shirt.

Paige quickly took the opportunity into her own hands, turning him around and smashing her mouth against his, tongues swirling while her fingers scrambled through the buttons of his shirt. She shoved the garment from his shoulders, never letting go of the kiss. His pants were the next to go, slumping to the floor, leaving nothing before her but his long, lean, hard body. She tugged his boxer briefs past his hips, then took his erection in her hand, stroking firmly from base to tip.

Zach groaned in ecstasy and dug his fingers into her shoulders. “That feels so good.”

“Oh, that’s only the beginning.” She gently pushed him back on the bed. “Stretch out. In the middle.”

“I feel like you’ve done this before.”

“Very funny.” Of course, it was humorous to Paige on one level, but only in that she wasn’t normally much of a talker in the bedroom. Something about Zach made her want to make him feel good. So good. Perhaps it was because he’d been so focused on her from the start. She climbed onto the mattress and kneeled between his legs, stroking his lower belly with one hand while she raked her fingers along one of his thighs. She studied his handsome face, looking for clues as to what he liked. The answer was: all of it. She took his length in her hand again and stroked hard, then lowered her head and slipped his erection into her mouth. He was so hard and quite a lot for her to contend with, but she took her time, letting her lips glide along his length, swirling her tongue around the swollen head with every pass. She felt the tension in his hips and legs. It was radiating from his body. She could relate. She had quite a lot of that to deal with from her side of things. The need was centered between her legs, but she felt it in her breasts and stomach. She felt it on the tops of her thighs.

From the sound of his breaths, which were getting shorter and choppier, she needed to move things along or Zach was going to reach his peak and she’d have to wait even longer while he recovered. She slowly released him from her lips, then rolled onto her side next to him. “Please tell me you have a condom.” She could hardly believe that she’d been so irresponsible as to let them get this far without having had this discussion. Certainly there were other things they could do that didn’t require protection, but she wanted Zach. All of him.

He sat up slowly and turned to her. “Confession time.”

“Okay...” She heard the uncertainty in her own voice as she traced his abs with her fingers. What was he about to say?

“I do have one. Well, a few actually.” He got up from the bed and shuffled over to his pants, which he picked up. Then he started searching the pockets. “I don’t normally do this, but...” He turned to her with the foil packets in his hand.

Paige beckoned him closer with a curl of her finger. “You were hoping you’d get lucky?”

He laughed quietly. “Busted.” He stooped down and kissed her softly. “Happily busted.”

She took the packets from him and opened one as he crawled onto the bed next to her. She tore it open and rolled it on as he kissed her with renewed passion. Then he shifted to his knees and took charge, spreading her knees wide for him. He took his cock in his hand and stroked himself a few times, then lowered his body, slowly driving inside. She couldn’t contain the groan that came deep from her throat. He felt impossibly good. Even better than she’d dared to imagine. As he started to thrust, she couldn’t help but notice how careful his strokes were—deep and strong with a super sexy rotation of his hips. She raised her pelvis to take him deeper and he settled his body weight against her center, sending her closer to the edge. The pressure built quickly as he ground against her a little harder and lowered his head to lick and suck on her nipples. Paige arched into him, first wondering if they could get closer, then curious how long they could stay this way, even when both of their breathing became shallower and faster. She reached down and grabbed his firm ass and then wrapped her legs around him tightly, wanting it harder. Faster. Forever.

Their rhythm was unparalleled, everything in perfect sync—breath and pulse building to a crescendo that she felt coming for her. She was stuck in that place where she wanted more but was desperate for the peak, and then finally it had her in its grasp, shaking her to her core with wave after wave of heat and pleasure. Zach followed right after her, calling out, and she took his head in her hands and kissed away the sound, wanting it all for herself. Zach collapsed on top of her, weighing her down. Part of her wanted to be pinned to this bed by him for all eternity. Nothing in recent memory had felt so good.

“That was incredible,” she muttered into his ear, stroking his back and still holding him tight with her legs wrapped around him.

“So good. So fucking good.” Zach raised his head and kissed her with all of the heat he’d delivered from the first time their lips had met. “But I’m going to need more. I need more of you, Paige Moss.”

A grin bloomed across her face as she smiled to herself. “Really?”

“Yes. I want to have you all damn night.”

Six

Everything around Zach right now was soft and inviting—the sumptuous hotel bedding, the faint early morning light and most tempting of all was Paige’s bare skin. Every atom of his body was waking now to the memory of last night and the awareness that she was right there, next to him in bed, available to touch and caress. Her quiet, even breaths told him that she was still asleep. She was on her side, with her back to him, so he scooted closer and pressed his chest against her shoulder blades. Beneath the silky sheets, he smoothed his hand over the velvety bare skin of her waist, then up over the slope of her hip and down to the yielding flesh of her thigh. He molded his body around hers, his fierce erection nestled against her impossibly soft backside. Last night had been a revelation for Zach, and all he wanted was more. Even when he knew it was wrong. Even knowing with a fair degree of certainty that if Tom ever learned what had taken place in Paige’s hotel room over the last ten hours, he would absolutely blow his stack.

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