What is this place?
Before I can say another word, Zay is crashing his lips against mine. His kiss is desperate, filled with hunger, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long. I can taste the lingering tequila on his lips with a tang of lime. He leads me to the armrest of the couch.
“I’ve been dying all night to get you out of this dress.” He groans.
His hands move to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and he deepens our kiss. I melt into him, feeling the heat of his body press against mine. Every inch of my body responds to him, opening us up to what we’ve needed all night.
He breaks our kiss, and I pull my dress up to my hips, exposing my center. He licks his lips as he gazes down at me. His strong jaw reflects under the dim light, accentuating his warm skin tone. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, hold more darkness as he gazes over me. He puts his hand on my center, touching me the way he knows I like.
The buzz of alcohol makes everything feel more urgent, more heightened. He steps closer to me, inserting his finger inside me and rubbing me. I contract around his finger. “Oh God, Zay. Don’t stop.” Him being spontaneous is making me more aroused than I ever thought I would be in this type of setting.
“Come for me.” He leans into me, brushing his lips around my neck. “I’ve wanted you all night.”
The sound of his belt clinks to my ears as he releases himself. I look down at him, stroking his cock, pulsing in his hand. His other hand is still thrusting my G spot. My wetness drips onto his hand, and he rubs his cock in it, getting himself more wet.
The sensation builds. Every nerve in my body tightens. Each touch and movement burn inside me. My breath quickens and the heat spreads through my body, making me tremble at the buildup of my orgasm. The rhythm of his finger picks up; my back arches until I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm crashes over me.
He turns me around. I bend over the couch, spreading my ass for him. His hand finds my wrists, clasping onto them, and the other holds onto my hip. He presses inside me, making me gasp at how sensitive I am. He slowly works his way in, filling me with his cock. His thrusts become hard but intimate, knowing it’s us sharing this moment inside a club together. My heart thumps against my chest as the alcohol settles in deeper.
His pace shifts slower. I look over my shoulder; his eyes have rolled back. His breath grows more shallow as the tension in his body builds and his muscles tighten. He pulls me closer as he releases himself inside me, his orgasm trembling his body.
Daylight fills the room from the cracks of the blinds. I squint as my eyes slowly open. I try to remember how the hell I got home, but nothing comes up. The night is a blur. The bed is empty and looks as if no one slept on the other side.
Where’s Zay?
I stumble my way out of the room. I find Rya curled up onto the couch with her dress clinging to her for dear life. It looks like she tried to take it off, but the dress won, and she gave up and passed out.
I walk closer and find Zay lying on the floor, right next to the couch.
My body jolts from the sound of someone clearing their voice. I pivot around quickly. I grab hold of my chest, startled to find Ez standing in the kitchen area of our suite. “You scared me,” I gasp.
“Sorry.” He takes a drink of his coffee. “Want some coffee?” he asks, raising his mug.
I groan at the pounding in my head. “Yes.” I slide onto the bar stool and rest my arms and head on the counter. He slides the coffee in front of me, the steam lingering in the air. “So, what happened?”
His green eyes widen with a gentle look. His features have always carried a softness to them. It matches his personality perfectly. He runs his hands against the stubbled hair growing from his jawline. His olive skin tone glows against the daylight. “You passed out at the club, so I took you home with me.”
My face crinkles, knowing it probably wasn’t a pleasant sight to see. “And them?” I ask, looking back at the two of them.
He raises his brows and shakes his head. “They didn’t want to leave. They were both plastered, and I couldn’t get them to come with me. So, I left.”
I huff. “I wonder what time they got in.”
“Who knows,” he says.
I take a drink of my coffee and stare out at the enormous windows overlooking the strip. Lights from the casinos are still flashing, as if no one has gone to sleep. I guess that’s why it’s calledthe city that never sleeps.
I’ve been working nonstop all day, trying to catch up on my work. I hate taking days off because then I have to work double to catch up on my orders. Not to mention how badly I’ve been dragging from the past weekend.
“Babe?” Zay asks.
“What?” I mumble while reading over an order.
About three years ago, I started looking into a healthier lifestyle after having some health issues. The main thing I would read about repeatedly is that everything starts with a healthy diet. That led me to cook more food from scratch instead of buying store-bought foods and eating all the chemicals and shit companies put in them. A start to a healthier lifestyle turned into a side business that has now turned into a full-time career.
If you told me three years ago that this is where I would be, I would have laughed and called you crazy. Owning and running a small business is the most rewarding and stressful job you could ever have. Some days I want to quit. But thinking about going back to the nine-to-five stops me. So I keep pushing myself to move forward.
He looks over my shoulder, looking down at the order I’m reading. “Are you going to come to bed soon?”
