CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
COURTNEY
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I stand in my bedroom, wearing only my silky nightie, and stare at the dead phone.
Open the door.
Do I ring him back?
I grab my silk dressing gown and pad out to the living room, staring at the front door as if it will give me the answer.
Zander is drunk.
I don’t have a door, it’s an elevator.
Still, I can tell security not to let him up.
Telling Zander to go home, instead, is the right thing to do. I start to message him but stop. I know why. Even if I don’t want to admit it to myself.
I want to see him.
I’ve wanted to see him every day since we last saw one another.
The ping of the elevator makes me jump even though I was expecting it. As the doors slide open, I swallow nervously.
Holy hell.
He’s definitely drunk, but my goodness, he looks ruggedly handsome. His hair is ruffled, and he has a sexy five o’clock shadow. The black sweater he’s wearing is snagged on his jean belt, looking like he’s some Bookstagram man-whore, and frankly, I’m here for it.
He sports a naughty grin, and I know I’m toast.
There’s no saying no to him tonight.
What woman could?
“Fuck.” Zander steps forward with a little wobble and takes me by the hips. “Look at you.”
I dig deep for the strength I know one of us has to find. Given that I’m the sober one, it has to be me.
“You’ll hate yourself in the morning,” I warn him.
“Baby, I have a lot of regrets in life but fucking you one more time will not be one of them.”
I doubt that’s true.
Especially if we get found out.
He comes at me with the prowl of a tiger, then bends me over backwards. I giggle as his mouth takes mine, the taste of whisky hitting my senses.
His hand cups my bottom.
I’m already wet.
I’m so wildly attracted to this man, I can’t stand it.
“Tell me John hasn’t been here,” he growls against my mouth. “You better not be fucking him.”
The hell?
“Zander.” I slap his arm, and he straightens us.
I’m about to say more, but he whips me up into his arms and strides down to my bedroom. His aftershave is intoxicating as I breathe it in and try to remember to be angry with him.
He lowers me onto the bed.
“This” —he tosses back my nightie and spreads my legs. Lowering, he kisses my pussy— “this is not to be touched by anyone.”
Oh boy.
Then he licks me from one end to the other as my body screams to life, shuddering at the pleasure racing through me. I lift my ass off the bed and press into his face, needing all of him.
“Zander!” I scream as his two fingers thrust inside.
“This belongs to me, and you must obey,” he growls, his mouth consuming me like I’m his last meal. “Understand?”
I don’t know what to make of his words, but all I can do is cling to the sheets as pleasure beyond what I’ve ever known rocks my world. I hear the sound of his belt, then his huge body covers mine, and without hesitation, as if he truly does own me, he thrusts inside with a deep, masculine groan.
“Yes, fuck. Courtney. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He smashes his mouth on mine again.
Pump after pump, when he finally releases my mouth, those blue globes hold mine with intent and dominance.
I wish I could read his mind. For a week I’ve walked around in circles trying to work out what I’m feeling.
Horny, yes.
Confused, most definitely.
Needing, absolutely.
Every time I heard from the Sterling Obsidian team, I was disappointed it wasn’t him. Knowing I’d see him on Monday while Adam will be in the same room is something I’m trying to get my head around.
Adam will see my guilt.
He’s like a hound dog.
But he won’t guess. Zander is my attorney and accusing him of being involved with me will make him look like an idiot. Despite the fact Zander Sterling is currently bringing me to orgasm and filling me with his hot, sweet cum.
Despite me wishing that this could be more than it is. Despite knowing he’s only here because he’s drunk, and this feels like the greatest pleasure on earth.
He’s another man who doesn’t love me.
But at least he hasn’t pretended to.
My orgasm hits and Zander collapses on me, eventually shifting to the side, where he envelopes me in his arms. Moments later, he mumbles something, and his leg flips over me, caging me in possessively.
“Go to sleep,” he rumbles.
I can’t help it, snuggling up with Zander Sterling is too much to resist. I close my eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat lull me into a deep sleep.
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I’M SITTING UP with a cup of herbal tea, sipping it and scrolling through my phone when Zander finally begins to wake up.
“Christ,” He throws his arm over his eyes. Then he peeks out from under it and groans. “Christ!”
I put my mug on the bedside table.
“Tylenol? Eggs?” I ask.
“Both. No. Wait.” Zander rubs his face and half sits up. “Why did you let me come up, Court? Jesus.”
Ouch.
My smile fades, and I try to hide it as I climb out of the bed, but he notices.
“Shit, come here.” His big arm loops over me and drags me down beside him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yes, you did. I understand,” I reply softly.
“No, you don’t. Christ, I’ve craved you since the moment I last had my mouth on you, baby. I have zero self-control.”
I lower my eyes, but he takes my chin.
“I’m glad you let me up. I don’t regret a single second.” He softly kisses me. “But we need to find a way to get this out of our systems.”
“How do we do that?”
His gaze roams my face, and I feel his cock thicken between us.
I snort.
“You think having more sex is the answer.” I chuckle.
“I don’t, but he does,” Zander answers, attempting to look innocent, as if he has nothing to do with it.
“You share the same brain,” I snort.
“I beg to differ.” Zander moves, tugging me under him, and I wrap my legs around his body. “However, let’s assume he’s right for a few hours. Do you have plans today?”
“Not really.”
“Well, you do now. Sex then Tylenol, and then eggs.” He grins, a sexy dimple appearing.
“That’s your plan? Fuck me for hours until you’re sick of me?”
He lifts his head from where he was kissing my neck. “Consider it research.”
This is a terrible idea.
But when he slips inside me, and my nipples harden, I cannot form any intelligent argument, nor find the willpower to stop him.