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  Oh.

  Bella’s eyes found hers and the other woman pinned her lips together, trying to control her amusement. “See why I wear this shirt?”

  “Don’t give her any ideas, Izzy,” Zak warned.

  Izzy?

  Bella frowned at the name, but ignored him. “You need help at the bakery? Like I said, I’d love to learn some baking techniques.”

  “I can’t afford to pay you,” Sophie said, regrettably.

  “Understood. I wouldn’t ask it. I’ll be glad just to have a good teacher.”

  “Any time you want to stop by while I’m baking, do so. It’s usually very early in the morning.”

  “I work The Iron Horse at night, so maybe I could come in early, then sleep in the afternoon before my shift.”

  Sophie nodded and smiled. “I’d like that.” It was true, she really would. Not to mention, an extra pair of hands would be awesome. She couldn’t afford to pay even a baker’s helper right now. “I’m open Tuesday through Saturday.”

  “Babe,” Zak murmured, suddenly nuzzling her ear.

  Her hand automatically went up to cup his face. “What?” When she saw Bella’s gaze looking at them with a knowing smile, she dropped it.

  “We need to go upstairs.”

  “Why?”

  “Need to get what Jag’s gettin’, but just not in front of everyone.”

  Oh. Her pussy clenched at the thought of giving Zak a naked lap dance.

  “So, finish your drink.”

  “I don’t need to finish it.”

  “You anxious to go upstairs then?”

  She looked from him to the half full drink sitting in front of her. She could finish the drink and get a little more loose, lose a little more of her inhibitions before he had his way with her. Or... she could skip the rest and then he’d think she couldn’t resist him.

  She could never win with him. She decided to go with the drink, raising it to down the remainder in a couple swallows. Once it was empty, she slapped the glass on the bar top and blew out a breath to bolster herself.

  “Ready?” he asked, his lips twitching.

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No.”

  “Then, yes, I’m ready.”

  The crinkling of his eyes joined his twitching lips. “Good.”

  “Good,” she repeated with a single nod of her head. She looked at Bella and announced, “I’m going to go get laid.”

  Bella pressed her lips together for a moment, as she removed the empty glass, before saying, “That you are. Have fun.”

  As Zak escorted Sophie across the common area, they couldn’t help but pass close to Jag, who was now tucking his dick back in his pants. At the same time, the stripper was balancing on her platform shoes, tugging down her skirt.

  “Classy,” Sophie shot at him and gave Jag an exaggerated wink.

  Jag’s answer was a frown which made Zak chuckle and give his cousin a helpless shrug.

  “You ever do that kind of shit?” Sophie asked, slowly following behind him.

  Zak tightened his grip on her hand. “No.”

  “Well, that’s good.”

  “No reason to.”

  “But if you had a reason to, you would?”

  Zak winced when her tone of voice rose to a high pitch. “I said no reason to.” As they reached the foot of the stairs, he turned to her. “Need me to carry you? Seems like it doesn’t take much booze to get you wrecked.”

  “I’m a lightweight. I hardly ever drink.”

  “Apparently.”

  “But I’m not drunk.”

  “Good. Don’t want you to be.”

  “And it’s all about what you want, right?”

  Zak frowned. His amusement with her was quickly dissipating. “If you say so.”

  “So.”

  Fucking hell.

  “Babe,” he warned.

  “Babe,” she echoed in a falsely deep voice.

  “Someone needs a spankin’.”

  Sophie’s eyes widened as she gasped, then lowered a second later, color rising into her cheeks. “Who needs a spanking?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

  His amusement quickly returned. “I’m lookin’ at her.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you, babe. Now, you need me to carry you up? Or can you make it on your own?”

  “I want to go home.”

  “I can take you home, babe, but you’re not gettin’ out of my hand on your ass.”

  Her mouth parted and her breathing shallowed. She blinked at him. “I... uh...”

  “Here or home?”

  Her throat contracted as she swallowed. Hard.

  He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her neck as he was coming inside her. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  When she pursed her lips together, it took everything he had not to toss her over his shoulder and run up the steps. He was already as hard as a rock from watching Jag busting a nut in Goldie on the couch, so his patience was wearing thin as he waited for her answer.

  “But I don’t want to be spanked,” she whined softly, eyes wide again.

  Damn, she may not want it, but she was getting it. He’d make sure she liked it. Begged for it.

  “Then walk upstairs with me on your own two feet,” he finally said, stepping back and lifting an arm towards the stairs. “Go.”

  When she started trudging upstairs, he watched her ass rocking back and forth as she did so, though she bitched at him under her breath with each step.

  He smiled. That ass would definitely feel his hand tonight.

  Chapter Nine

  Zak closed the door to his room, slid the lock home, then leaned back against the door.

  “This room looks familiar,” she said as she turned around to face him, hands on her hips.

  His woman had a bit of an attitude. He needed to adjust it for her and knew exactly how to do that.

  “It’ll last longer this time. Promise.”

  “I’m relieved,” she said, a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. Nothing he couldn’t let roll off him.

  “Thought you would be.”

  Her eyes dropped to the hard line of his cock in his jeans. “Did watching those two screwing on the couch do it for you?”

  “Got me goin’, I’ll admit it. You?”

  She only hesitated for a second before answering, “Maybe.”

  “You wet?”

  “Maybe.” No hesitation that time.

  He smiled. Goddamn he loved her spunk. “Strip for me.”

  She raised her brows. “There’s plenty of other women around here who are good at that.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t want other women. Want you, babe. Strip for me.”

  “Why, Zak? Why do you want me?”

  “You do it for me.”

  “How do I do it for you?”

  She did it for him in so many ways. The reasons didn’t all have to do with her looks or curves, though that’s what caught his attention first. Her resistance to his charms was another. He didn’t want an easy, boring lay. He liked the chase. He wanted a feisty attitude, which she had in spades. Her owning her own business was a plus, too. Showed she had drive, smarts. And she wasn’t looking for a man to take care of her. She could do it on her own.

  Though, now that would be unnecessary because he wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Crazy that this instinct of his had kicked in almost immediately. More like as soon as he realized he’d been mistaken on who she was a couple nights ago while she was in his bed.

  He dropped his hand to his hard-on and rubbed it with his palm over his jeans. “They may have gotten me started, but it’s now all you, Sophie. This is all you.”

  As she watched him slide his hand up and down his length, she licked her lips. Damn if he didn’t feel that all the way down to his balls.

  “Strip for me, babe. Show me your moves.”

  She whispered, “I don’t have any moves.”

  “Oh yeah you do. Show me,” he en
couraged just as softly, letting his gaze run over her from top to toe. The woman had curves that wouldn’t quit. Her breasts, her lips, her hips, and those thighs which would be wrapped around him shortly.

  And her boots… Her wearing heeled knee-high boots was the cherry on top of the sundae. Or more like the icing on top of the cake.

  Her eyes narrowed. “You going to spank me if I don’t strip for you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then I’m not stripping.”

  Swallowing became difficult, his mouth suddenly arid like a desert. She wanted him to spank her.

  Holy fuck.

  She had just whined downstairs that she didn’t want that. What happened between there and here?

  Maybe the alcohol was hitting her right about now.

  “You want me to spank you?”

  “Didn’t say that.”

  “You don’t want me to spank you?”

  “Didn’t say that, either.”

  “Babe,” he said, his voice cracking. “C’mere.”

  “No. You c’mere,” she repeated him.

  Within a flash, he was dragging her sweater over her head, ripping her jeans down her thighs, dropping to his knees to unzip her boots, sliding them off, caressing her legs, her feet, as he slipped her jeans and panties down the rest of the way. He nipped her inner thigh, and she yelped, then giggled.

  Giggled.

  She wanted this as much as he did. Or she was now totally tanked. He hoped it was not the latter.

  Fuck! She was a pain in his ass.

  Why she couldn’t admit it and felt the need to fight it… Zak pushed that out of his head. Didn’t matter, he was getting it, she was getting it, and he was going to make sure it was good for both of them.

  Like last night.

  And the night before. When his life had reset and restarted. His luck had definitely changed the minute he spotted Sophie here, in his world.

  As he perched on his knees at her feet, he looked up her body and she was staring back at him, her hair falling around her face, her eyes dark, heavy. She reached behind her as he watched, unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor next to them.

  Her scent permeated his nostrils. Hot, wet, wanting. He bit back a groan. When she cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them together, brushing her thumbs over her hard nipples, he couldn’t fight his reaction any longer.

  “You like that?” she asked.

  She was teasing him. Driving him mad, driving him to the edge. “Yes, babe. Show me more.”

  She rolled both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. Her mouth dropped open and so did his when he released a ragged breath.

  “Fuck, Sophie, fuck. I’ll never get tired of watchin’ you touch yourself.”

  She released one nipple, dragging her hand over her sternum, down her belly. Over the small stripe of dark hair until she cupped her mound, slipping one finger between her folds.

  He sat back on his heels to watch her. This was so much better than her stripping. So much better.

  His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He needed to rid himself of his own clothes, but he was afraid to move. Afraid to break this spell of hers. If she stopped what she was doing, he might shatter.

  “Show me how wet you are, babe. Let me see.”

  With two fingers, she separated herself and he focused on her pink, slick pussy. Wet for him. Wanting him.

  But he needed to hear it from her lips. “That for me, babe?”

  “Yes... No one but you.”

  Her words caused his heart to squeeze, his cock to twitch. Fuck! He needed to get naked right now.

  “I want your mouth on me, your beard scraping my thighs.”

  “Now or after your spankin’?”

  She hesitated, her eyes getting darker every second she considered what she wanted.

  He couldn’t wait for her to answer. He pushed to his feet, dropped his cut from his shoulders, tossing it on the nearby chair, then unbuckled and yanked off his boots, throwing them to the side with a thump.

  Zak’s eyes caught movement. Sophie was backing toward the bed, her eyes pinned to his. “Stay where you are.” She froze and tilted her head in question.

  He ripped the Henley over his head and flung it wide, then peeled his jeans and boxers off his legs. When he straightened, he was pleased to see she listened, which made him even harder.

  He moved past her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Babe,” he held out a hand. “On my lap.”

  She came over, her tits peeking from between her long mane of hair and he couldn’t wait to suck one of those peaked nipples into his mouth. As she began to straddle him like Goldie did Jag, he stopped her.

  “No, babe. Not like that. Lay across my lap.”

  She hesitated, meeting his eyes for a moment, before settling over his lap, offering her sweet, sweet ass.

  “You sore?”

  She nodded, her face in the mattress. “A little.”

  His cock jerked at not only from having her draped over him, but the memory of sinking deep into her virgin ass last night. Unfortunately, that would not be repeated tonight. Fortunately, he had a large supply of wraps in his room to sink into her warm, slick pussy instead.

  He trailed his fingers down the crease of her spine, marveling at her perfect, ivory skin. Her ass wouldn’t be pale for long.

  Skimming his fingers along her ass cheeks, he tapped each one lightly, then bent over and kissed them. One, then the other.

  He smacked each one again, a little harder this time. She didn’t move. Not a shift, a flinch, nothing.

  He swept his hands over the curves of her cheeks and down her thighs to the back of her knees and back up.

  He smacked each cheek again, making sure it stung a little. This time she jerked on his lap, which didn’t help his situation of being ready to blow, but she remained quiet.

  “Bein’ inside you last night, babe... Loved how tight, how hot you were around me. But watchin’ your ass become pink right now… Damn. Tonight might be a toss-up with last night whether this is my best night yet since my release.”

  When his hand came down again, he cracked her right cheek hard, causing her to yelp and jerk against him.

  “Like that?”

  “Yes... Harder.”

  Holy fuck. His girl liked to be spanked. How lucky could he be? “Sure?”

  “Yes! Harder!”

  He smiled at her enthusiasm before putting a little weight behind the smack to her left cheek. She cried out again, but this time didn’t move.

  “Again,” she said, her voice muffled in the fleece blanket covering the bed.

  “Damn,” he whispered, watching her ivory skin turn pink and red.

  He moved back to the right, giving it his all, making sure this one stung, too. A lot.

  She squealed and her hips shot up.

  But as they dropped back down, he decided he couldn’t take anymore. Not one more second. He needed to be buried deep inside her. But what she said next stopped him cold.

  “Smack me there.”

  There.

  “Where,” he breathed, wanting to make sure he understood what she asked.

  “There,” she moaned, opening her thighs. “Not so hard, though. Just enough to make me feel it.”

  “You’re killin’ me, babe.”

  “Do it, Zak. Smack me there.”

  He tapped her labia lightly with his fingers, avoiding his palm, being careful. When she groaned into the blanket and ground her hips against his lap, he did it again. Harder.

  She released a curse.

  “More?”

  “Yes. Yes. Do it again.”

  “Sophie.”

  “Do it!”

  His brows shot up his forehead and when he did it again, she squirmed in his lap. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock and his balls tightened.

  Fuck.

  He had no idea two nights ago when he grabbed his little baker and carried h
er upstairs that it would lead to this. Lead to something he would never get enough of.

  Which was her.

  He would never get enough of her.

  “Again,” she begged.

  No. No. He couldn’t take anymore. He drew a finger between her folds. She was soaked.

  As much as he wanted to taste her arousal on his tongue once again, he knew he was at his limit. Her rosy ass cheeks, her flushed, swollen pussy lips. He just couldn’t…

  He hooked her under her arms and, with a twist, threw her onto her back. He came up on hands and knees over the top of her, his arms and legs caging her in. Her mouth was parted, her lower lip swollen as if she’d been biting it.

  He dipped his head and stroked it with the tip of his tongue, then pulled away long enough to rip the nightstand drawer open, pulling out a wrap.

  He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on quickly, his cock twitching in his own hand.

  “Bend your knees and spread ‘em, babe.”

  As soon as she did, he settled between her sweet, luscious thighs. With one thrust, he took her fully, filling her. His eyelids dropped low at how hot and tight she felt as she squeezed around him, her body trying to pull him deeper.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He needed to hold himself together. He needed to make this last. Not like two nights ago.

  He wanted to savor this feeling for a while. To enjoy their connection.

  But when she moaned his name, he lost his mind, pumping furiously into her. Her calves wrapped around him, her heels dug into his ass, her arms lassoed his neck, pulling him closer.

  “Zak, fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck… me.”

  His nostrils flared, and he swallowed hard. Her eyes were closed, but he needed to see her. He needed her to see him.

  Him.

  He wanted to make sure she knew it was him deep inside her. Not anyone else.

  “Sophie,” he struggled to get out.

  Her eyes fluttered open.

  “You see me, babe?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Who am I?”

  She hesitated and he watched as confusion clouded her face. “What?”

  “Who’s deep inside you? Makin’ you feel this way?”

  Her eyebrows furrowed. “You.”

  “Yeah, me. Who am I?”

  “Zak… You’re Zak.”

  “Yes, babe. I’m Zak.”