Chapter 131
He wanted her. She could see the evidence, straining against his slacks.
“I’m not dangerous,” she lied, her lips tracing a path up his neck. “I promise.”
And she did.
She promised he wouldn’t regret this night.
She promised she’d make him forget.
But most of all, she promised herself-just one night and she’d walk away. No regrets. No looking back. She’d never see Zane Calloway again.
At least, that’s what she thought. Zane groaned, his head dropping. “Damn you.”
His mouth crashed over hers, hot and hard.
And Mariah knew she was a liar. Zane pulled her closer, his tongue sliding between her lips. She melted against him, his taste making her weak in the knees. He was fire and ice, heaven and hell-and she wanted him all.
His hands slid over her hips, cupping her ass and grinding her against him. She moaned, her pussy throbbing.
She wanted him.
Here.
Now.
His mouth left hers, tracing a path down her neck. “Come home with me.” His lips slid over the curve of her breast. “And I’ll show you how much I want you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Here?”
Zane’s teeth grazed her skin. “Here.”
She trembled, her nipples tightening. “Yes.”
He let out a rough chuckle, his teeth sinking into her skin.
Pleasure shot through her body, her pussy clenching. She wanted him inside her. Now. But when she reached down, Zane caught her hand. “Not here,” he murmured. “I need a bed for this.”
She didn’t care.
She just wanted him.
But he was already pulling her across the lounge, his fingers tangled with hers. They were at the edge of the rooftop when he stopped, a dark look crossing his face. Mariah followed his gaze to find a man in a dark suit, his eyes locked on them.
“Zane,” he said.
Zane tugged her closer. “Now’s not a good time.”
The man stepped forward. “We need to talk.”
Zane sighed. “Can’t it wait?”
The man’s gaze flickered to Mariah. “I don’t think so.”
Zane stiffened, his jaw hard. “Fine.”
He led her away from the man, pulling her through the crowd until they were near the exit. He pushed open the door, pulling her into a dark hallway. A moment later, the man appeared behind them.
Zane growled, “This better be fucking important.”
The man didn’t even flinch. “Your father has been arrested.”
Zane froze.
Mariah stepped back, her heart dropping.
Zane turned, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, he was silent. Then, he spoke, “I need to go.” His voice was rough, his expression unreadable. “I’m sorry.”
And with that, he was gone. Mariah stared after him, her mind replaying the scene over and over again. She couldn’t believe what just happened.
One night stand, gone. In an instant. She should be relieved. Instead, her heart ached. She stared down at the ground, her feet unmoving. She should go back inside, pretend none of this ever happened.
Instead, she turned and headed out the door.
She didn’t even know why.
She just knew she wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. Mariah pulled her coat tighter, her feet clicking on the pavement. She had no idea where she was going. She just walked. The cold air rushed past, her ears freezing. She should have brought a hat. She should have never come here.
She should have known better.
But she didn’t.
And now, her heart felt like it was about to rip open.
She stopped at an intersection, staring down the street. A few people passed, their footsteps loud in the quiet of the night. Mariah ignored them, her gaze staring off into nothing.
She felt lost and alone, the world spinning out of control.
And then, a car pulled up.
A sleek black limo, with tinted windows and a driver in a black suit. The back window rolled down, revealing Zane.
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes unreadable. “Get in.”
She wanted to. She wanted to get in, slide her hands over his hard body, and lose herself in the taste of his skin. But she couldn’t.
“Why?” she whispered.
The corner of his lips curled up. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” And then, the window rolled up. Mariah swallowed, her heart pounding.
She had no idea what would happen if she got in. But she also didn’t know what would happen if she stayed.
So, she took a chance.
She opened the door and got in. Zane slid over, giving her space. His scent enveloped her, her body responding.
She wanted to crawl across the seat, strip off her clothes, and let him do whatever he wanted.
But she also knew better.
She kept her distance. “I’m sorry,” she said, her gaze on his chest.
He didn’t say anything.
She forced herself to continue. “If I can-”
“Just shut up.” His voice was harsh, his jaw hard.
Mariah’s pulse raced. She forced herself to breathe. “Okay.”
The limo turned down another street. Mariah clenched her fists, her gaze out the window. She had no idea where they were going. But she knew when they arrived.
The limo stopped, the door opening.
Zane stepped out, his hand reaching in for her. Mariah placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up. He pulled her against him, his mouth covering hers in a harsh kiss.
She gasped, her breath stolen away.
But she didn’t care.
She wanted him. She needed him.
And it was clear he wanted her too.
His hands slid under her dress, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. His cock was hard against her, her pussy wet and aching.
She wanted him inside her.
She needed him.