The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

19. This Is How We Do It

19

THIS IS HOW WE DO IT

Maddox

I could resist Zane, but I just don’t want to tonight.

The longing is too much. The second he took out that tie from his pocket, it was game over for me. My desire for him is too strong, and it’s clawing at me. The only way over this desire is through it.

Zane slides a little closer, pressing his thigh more firmly against mine. “Tell me what you saw in me that night we met.”

I can picture the scene at the bar perfectly. “In mere seconds, I knew what it’d be like with us.”

“How did you know?” he asks, absolutely desperate.

“From the way you looked at me with possession in your eyes. The way you talked to me. It was clear that we would…”

“Fit perfectly? Want the same damn things?”

“Yes,” I say, the memories bursting inside me. It’s hard enough to meet someone you connect with. But having that person crave intimacy the same damn way you do is rare. I can’t walk away, especially since talking to Zane about sex is so goddamn easy. It’s freeing to tell him what I want. “The night we met, I could feel all your sexual energy. I sensed it. The way you wanted to have me. The way you weren’t afraid to tell me you wanted to top the fuck out of me.”

“I do,” he says, his throat rumbling, and he sets a hand on my thigh, sliding it possessively over my slacks. His touch sends the temperature in me soaring. “I want to take charge in bed. And you want me to. Tell me why you like it that way. I’m dying to know.”

Finally. Fucking finally. “I spend all day trying to make things happen. At night, I want things to happen to me,” I say, making myself totally vulnerable. “I want you to happen to me.”

He shudders, and the sound is so erotic I think I might explode right now. He grips my leg tighter. “After playing on a team all day, at night I just want to be the guy in charge. I want to make the decisions. I want to tell my man how it’s going to be,” he says. Then, in a husk of a voice, he adds, “I want to tell you how it’s going to be.”

With wildfire sparking in my body, I reach for the tie in his lap, then press it into his hand. There’s no turning back now. “Do you want to know how I look in this?”

“Yes,” he says, taking his bedroom tone now. Like he’s setting the starting pace. “But first, I’m going to put it on you. Come closer, Maddox.”

I obey.

I’m vibrating with desire as he loops the tie around my neck, sliding it under my collar, then folding the crisp fabric back over the silk. As he touches me, I tremble.

He leans closer, whispering hotly, “You’re the most responsive man I’ve ever been with.”

“And all you’re doing is dressing me,” I murmur.

Slowly, luxuriously, he knots the tie, tightening it at my throat, making me groan. He glides his hand down the silk, then gives it a sharp tug, jerking me closer.

He’s inches from my face. “What if we gave in for just one night?”

Yes. A million yeses. But I know this man. He likes me to tease him. “What would you do with just one night?” I ask.

“This won’t be a ten-minute hand job in the gym. This will be one amazing, intense night where I spread you out on the bed. Where I play with your body. Where I tie you up.”

My shoulders shake with the promise of decadent pleasure. “Where you push me down on my knees,” I say in a sensual haze.

“Where you take me deep in your throat,” he says.

We don’t stop. We lay it all out here at the bar. Wishes and wants. He tells me what he wants to do to me. I tell him what I want done.

Then he looks me firm in the eyes. He’s the man in charge. “Say it,” he commands. “Tell me what you want. Right now.”

My body is a flame as I speak the words I’ve wanted to say since the night I met Zane Archer. “Take me back to your hotel room and have your way with me.”

We leave in seconds flat.

There is no loophole to justify sleeping with my client, and I don’t care.

I’m done with justifications.

I want what I want.

The moment we step into his hotel room, Zane crowds me against the wall. He grabs my hands, ropes our fingers together and pushes them right above my shoulders.

I expect his lips to come crashing down on mine. I’m ready for him to plunder my mouth. But instead, he slams his pelvis to me.

“Yessss,” I gasp.

He smiles devilishly as he swivels his hips.

Grinding hard. Then grinding even harder.

My cock throbs, and I fucking ache from the way he’s touching me. From how he’s controlling me. I can’t move, and he’s rubbing his dick against mine. My brain is already melting and we’re still fully clothed. He pushes against me once more, his eyes darkening with wicked intent, then he dips his face closer to mine.

“Gonna fuck my man tonight,” he rasps near my mouth.

I shudder from his possessive words. I feel like his man. “Want you to.”

“Gonna make it so fucking good for you, Mad,” he says in a filthy, needy promise. “Tell me you know that.”

“I’ve always known that,” I say roughly. I part my lips, begging for him to please just kiss me.

But he doesn’t—nor does he relent the grind. He rubs against me while he lets go of my hand to grab my jaw instead. I leave my palm braced against the wall, so he knows I’m his to handle. He runs his thumb along my face, then over my bottom lip, tracing my mouth slowly, painstakingly slowly. “I’m gonna start just like this,” he says.

Zane pushes his thumb in my mouth, and I open for him.

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, then he shoves his thumb in deeper, and I suck.

The sound he makes is feral.

I suck him deeper still, and he breaks.

In a flurry, he grabs my hand again, pinning me hard, then slams his mouth to mine. Finally . We kiss again and it’s deep and wild. A little brutal too. My mind goes hazy from longing.

And then, everything happens all at once.

Zane yanks me away from the wall, walking us backward to the bed, his hands gripping my face hard. When we reach the bed, he stops, lets go of me. We make quick work of phones and wallets, getting them out of the way for the night. Kicking off shoes and socks. Then he returns to me. He looks like a savage man, his eyes already sex drunk as he tips his chin carelessly toward my hard-on.

“Take out your cock,” he says.

I burn with lust as I undo my pants, push them down, then my black boxer briefs, freeing my dick.

His lips part in a filthy O . “Yes. I fucking missed that beautiful dick.”

His pupils dilate as he stares savagely at my cock. Hard, proud, leaking at the tip for him.

“Looks like my dick missed you too,” I say, taunting him.

“Been wanting your cock again since the morning at the gym.” Zane steps closer, grabs the knot of my tie roughly, like I told him to when we outlined our night. “But I’m not gonna touch you yet. You need to suck my dick first. Got that?”

I nod quickly, a thrill rushing down my spine. “Yes.”

“You want my dick down your throat?” he asks roughly, even though he knows the answer. But saying it in the heat of the moment is an electric thrill.

“Dying for it,” I say.

“Good. Here’s how it’s gonna be.” Then, Zane unbuttons my shirt methodically, button by button, like he needs this precision to center himself. As he works my shirt open, he exhales hard through gritted teeth. His restraint is my elixir. The intensity of his lust is a drug. When he’s reached the last button, his nostrils flare. With a growl, he drags his fingers up and down my abs and I’m shaking everywhere. He stops at the tie draped against my bare chest. “Leave this on,” he says, tugging it again.

I nod as he moves behind me, pulling off my sleeves.

He jerks my wrists together, then ties my bunched-up shirt around them. “Tighter,” I whisper, upping the ante from our speakeasy roadmap. I’m taking the high-octane street now.

He bends closer, sliding his nose along my neck. “Yeah? You like it like that? So you can’t move?”

Breathlessly, I nod against his mouth. “I do.”

He yanks on the fabric, tightening the knot. The material digs into my flesh. “Nice shirt, but I’ll get you a new one tomorrow,” he says.

Tomorrow.

That word makes my heart squeeze.

No idea what happens tomorrow, so I force my mind to stay right here, right now. Tonight is all there is.

He prowls around me, his eyes traveling up and down my exposed body, cataloguing my chest and stomach, and my aching, needy cock.

He shakes his head, maybe amazed. “Fuck, Maddox. You’re so damn sexy, you’re making me lose my mind.”

“Don’t lose it before you fuck my mouth,” I say.

He draws a sharp breath, growling low in his throat. “Gonna shut up that smart mouth with my dick.”

“Good. Do it,” I taunt.

He makes quick work of his jeans, unbuttoning and pushing the briefs down. His cock springs free, throbbing, pointing at me.

My mouth waters.

Then, he’s still for a moment, like he’s getting his bearings. When he steps toward me, it’s predatory. Zane curls one big hand around my bare shoulder, squeezing hard. Leaving marks.

“Get on your knees.”

I drop down. Look up. Wait.

Zane grips the base of his cock, smacks the head against my lips. “Now, take that dick.”

I open wide.