Page 161 of Dirty Like Zane
“Party with theband?”
“Pretty sure Brody can get me in.” She smiled prettily. “OrJesse.”
“Fuck Jesse.” I kissed her, hard. “Personal tour of my bus after theshow…?”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips were flushed from my kiss and her eyes were darkening. “How is that aperk?”
“I’ll let you touch my favoritepen.”
“Is that some badeuphemism?”
“It’s the one I write songswith.”
“Hmm.” She considered that for a while, smoothing her thumb over the short hair behind my ear. That slow touch, back and forth, sent shivers right down my spine and straight to my balls. I was getting hard, which was inconvenient, since I had no time to do anything about it. “Okay.”
“Really? That’s all it took? Apen?”
“Well… I’m pretty sure it’s still aeuphemism.”
“It is. I don’t actually have a favorite pen.” As if to drive home that point, my rock-hard dick was now jabbing into herass.
“See?” She wriggled her hips a bit, rubbing herself into me. “Because I’m your wife, I already knewthat.”
I gazed at her in honest-to-God wonder. “We’re so made for eachother.”
She smiled, eying my glasses. “You know, you’re definitely a bigger dork than the world takes youfor.”
“Shh. Don’t tell anyone.” Then I kissed her for real, forcing her mouth open with mine and deep-throating her with mytongue.
“Jesus,” she said, when I let her up for air. “You’ve got the devil’s tongue, Zane Traynor…” I took that as another compliment, since she looked pretty damn flustered about it. Like horny-flustered. Her cheeks were even a little pink. “Can you fuck me with your little glasses on next time? You’ve never donethat.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe you can sit by the fire with a book like some hot coed, and I can be the naughty headmistress who slips out of her office, you know, to visit her sexy student in the library afterhours…”
“Wow.”
“Or… maybe I’m just on my way back from cheerleading practice? And I notice my hot professor’s light is on, and I think, ‘Maybe he’d like somecompany…’”
“That’s elaborate,babe.”
“Notreally.”
“Is this the shit you think about when webang?”
She scrunched her eyebrows. “What do you think about when we havesex?”
“You,” I said, kissing her and nibbling at her full bottom lip. “Your pussy. It’s notcomplicated.”
She laughed her husky laugh, pulling back. “Well, I’ve never had either of those fantasies while we’re doing it, either.” She gazed at me pretty damn adoringly. “But what am I supposed to fantasize about when I’m already having sex with the sexiest man in theworld?”
That was pure flattery, but somehow, I knew she meant it,too.
Still, I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’re having sex with BlakeShelton?”
“What?”
“People magazine, babe. Sexiest Man Alive? I do actually read with these glasses, you know. They’re not just for your slutty coedfantasies.”
