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I can never get enough of her scent.
We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the stillness and each other’s presence.
This is exactly what I need.
We don’t get to do this at the club. Hell, no one knows about the two of us.
There’s no club drama here, no one else’s demands or expectations weighing on me.
There’s only me and my girl.
I press a kiss to Zoe’s temple. “I’m really glad you came out with me today. Know it ain’t always easy, keeping this thing between us on the down low.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll take any stolen moments with you that I can get.” She tips her face up to mine with a soft smile. “My man is worth a little sneaking around.”
My heart stutters at her casual use of ‘my man’.
I love when she calls me that, claiming me for her own.
I capture her lips with mine, kissing her slow and deep...
I pour everything I’m feeling into that kiss—the contentment, the desire, the deepening connection between us.
Zoe matches me, her tongue tangling with mine as she shifts to straddle my lap.
My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the supple curves.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her forehead resting against mine. “God, the things you do to me, Spark.” Her voice is low and breathy, sending a jolt of pure need straight to my cock. “Sometimes it scares me how much I want you.”
“I know, baby. I feel it too.” I slide my hands up her back, fighting the urge to tear her clothes off right here. We’ve got all the time in the world. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Zoe laughs, light and carefree. “I don't know about perfect. But this, right here with you... It feels pretty damn close.”
She leans in to kiss me again and I meet her halfway, losing myself in her soft lips and questing tongue.
My hands skim down to cup her ass, pulling her more snugly against me.
Zoe rocks slowly in my lap, the delicious friction making me groan.
We make out like horny teenagers, bodies moving together, until we’re both panting and desperate for more.
Zoe drags her mouth away from mine, her lips red and kiss-swollen.
With deliberate movements, she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it over her head.
I drink in the sight of her, soft ivory skin and mouthwatering body barely contained by a black lace bra. “Jesus, Zoe. So fucking gorgeous.” My voice comes out in a reverent rasp.
She smiles, looking pleased and a little shy, and reaches back to unhook her bra. “Touch me, Spark. I need to feel you.”
I comply eagerly, cupping the full swells of her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks with my thumbs until she’s arching into my touch with a breathy moan.
My hands map every silky inch of Zoe’s skin, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
I want to memorize her body, learn all the places that make her sigh and shiver.
Zoe shimmies out of her leather pants, kicking them aside impatiently.
She’s left in just a scrap of black lace between her thighs.
