Page 42 of Dirty Like Zane
“Maggie—”
“Zane,” she said. “We shouldn’t do this.” But there was no conviction in hervoice.
“Sayswho?”
“Me.”
“Why? Because you’re afraid of someone finding out? Shady’s not gonna sayanything.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose, the way she did when I was driving her insane. “Is this how it’s gonna be? The whole way through the tour? You flirt, you get me drunk, you wear down my defenses until I give in? Cat and mouse bullshit, over and overagain?”
I pretended to consider that carefully, as if I didn’t already know. “Yup. Sounds aboutright.”
Shesighed.
“You got a problem withthat?”
“I just think we shouldstop.”
“I think you should take off your clothes. It’s just a difference of opinion, Maggs. We can work it out.” I slid off my vest and peeled off my shirt, dropping both on the floor as I wandered deeper into her room. “See? I’m willing tonegotiate.”
I turned to faceher.
Her gray-eyed gaze moved down my body as I undid my belt, drinking me in. And she definitely looked like she was dying ofthirst.
Yeah; for whatever reason, Maggie didn’t have much fight in hertonight.
Fine withme.
Fighting with Maggie could be hot-as-fuck foreplay. But I didn’t need to fight with her to get itup.
“Comehere.”
I undid my jeans, and after the world’s tiniest hesitation, she came. I slid my hands into her hair, tilting her face up to me. “What do you want,Maggie?”
She shook her head slowly, but she didn’t answerme.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” Ivolunteered.
Her eyelids lowered. “Don’t talk,” she said, swallowing. “If we’re gonna do this… maybe, just don’ttalk.”
Then she got down on her knees in front of me and peeled my jeans open. And half of me couldn’t believe this was happening. The other half wanted to ram my dick right down her throat and leave it there awhile.
I wasn’t wearing any underwear to get in her way, so she had my hard cock in her hands in seconds; goodstart.
“Yeah…shit, babe… that feels so good. Fuck. Does dirty talk count…?” Because there was all sorts of dirty shit I wanted to say to her rightnow.
“Don’t,” she said softly. Then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and my brain went kindablank.
I groaned and grunted as she sucked me off, her little tongue and those gorgeous lips all over me… as I pushed my cock into the back of her throat, as far as I could jam it in without making her squirm and start to gag. I was pretty big, she was pretty small, and she couldn’t take all that much of me, but what she took… Maggie had a talentedmouth.
And what she couldn’t suck… her soft hands took care of therest.
Before I knew it, I’d lost all sense of time. It could’ve been an hour. It could’ve been thirty fucking seconds that Maggie’s mouth was blowing my mind. But I had to pull out as a shudder racked mybody.
Too fuckingclose.
“Wait,” I said, panting. I pulled her to her feet, then shimmied up her little dress, wrapped her around me and pressed her against thewall.
