Chapter 475 - A Souveneir I (R)

Chapter 475: Chapter 475 - A Souveneir I (R)

Oh, that was satisfying.

She’d spent the better part of the evening listening to Zac run his mouth, acting as though he had her completely figured out. Every smug comment, every knowing smile, and every attempt to embarrass her had brought her closer to doing something she would probably regret tomorrow.

Except she was beginning to think he might be the one regretting things this time.

Years ago, Roxie had discovered Zac’s biggest weakness.

Her pussy.

The bastard could argue with her for hours, but once he got between her legs, he forgot everything. Arguments, football practice, even the time. Sometimes she’d have to remind him that he had other things to do because he’d happily spend hours there if she let him.

Whenever she wanted to shut that arrogant mouth, she knew exactly how.

Ten years later, he was still running it like he’d forgotten.

Roxie glanced at the bench and smirked.

She approached him, already considering how to put her plan into action. The workout bench was narrow, barely wide enough for his massive frame, but she supposed he’d manage.

She stopped between his knees and looked him straight in the eyes.

His gaze dropped briefly to the black lace on the floor before returning to her face.

"What are you doing?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Doing what you want."

His eyes narrowed. Roxie could practically see the suspicion forming in his head. For someone who’d spent the entire evening challenging her, he suddenly looked uncertain about her cooperation.

She put both hands against his shoulders.

"Lie down."

He remained seated, watching her.

"Why?"

"Are you going to argue about everything?"

Zac glanced at the discarded underwear again.

She waited.

He looked back at her, clearly trying to figure out what she was planning.

Roxie almost laughed.

She pushed gently against his shoulders.

For a moment, he resisted. Then his attention dropped to her mouth, and he leaned back.

His broad shoulders barely fit on the narrow bench. He adjusted himself, planting his feet firmly against the floor while his eyes remained fixed on her.

Roxie watched him settle.

Well, that had been easier than expected.

He was still suspicious. She could tell from the way he kept looking at her, studying every movement as though she might suddenly change her mind.

But he had followed her instructions anyway.

Typical Zac.

She placed a hand against his chest and slowly moved it downward, feeling the firm muscles beneath her palm. She traced his pecs, his abs, and paused near his hips.

His breathing changed.

She palmed him through his shorts, making him breathe out hard. He was hard and big. His hard cock jumped in anticipation.

Roxie swallowed.

Fuck. Ten years had certainly done him favors.

She looked up at him.

His jaw was tight, and he was staring at her with an intensity that made her momentarily question whether this was a sensible idea.

Then she remembered how much he’d enjoyed humiliating her earlier.

Nope. She was going through with it.

She moved to the side of the bench.

Zac immediately lifted his head.

Roxie pressed a hand against his shoulder.

"Stay."

His eyes narrowed.

He seemed ready to question her again, but his gaze dropped to her skirt before returning to her face.

He lay back.

Oh, that was priceless.

She’d almost forgotten how easy he could be when he wanted something badly enough.

Roxie carefully climbed onto the bench, placing one knee beside his torso and then the other. The narrow cushion barely accommodated them both, and she had to brace one hand against the bench to keep her balance.

Zac’s hands came up automatically to steady her.

He looked up at her, still suspicious.

She shifted higher along his torso. Her skirt rode up with the movement, gathering high on her thighs and Zac’s eyes dropped immediately.

The black lace she’d discarded was still lying on the carpet. There was nothing concealing her from his view, and his attention had settled firmly between her legs.

His jaw tightened.

Then he swallowed.

Oh, she saw that.

He looked up at her face, then down again, as though he was having difficulty deciding where to concentrate.

Roxie nearly laughed.

That familiar expression she remembered from ten years ago.

She’d wondered whether becoming a famous quarterback, earning millions of dollars, and having women practically throw themselves at him had changed that particular weakness.

Apparently, it hadn’t.

"Like what you see?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

His eyes returned to hers.

He said nothing.

Roxie’s smile widened.

"What?" she asked, smirking. "Backing out now?"

His jaw worked.

"What are you up to, Roxie?"

She almost laughed at the suspicion in his voice.

"Wouldn’t you like to know?"

He kept staring.

For a moment, she thought he might actually insist on an explanation.

Instead, his gaze dropped again.

Oh, Zac.

He knew her well enough to realize she was planning something. She could practically see him considering the possibility that she was about to make him regret every word he’d said earlier.

Yet he made absolutely no effort to stop her.

His attention kept returning to her body, and the questions he seemed determined to ask remained unspoken.

Roxie felt her confidence growing.

"You wanted to taste the product, right?" She smirked, hating that word the second it left her mouth. "I need to know if this is worth it too."

His eyebrows drew together.

"The product?"

"I’m conducting a quality assessment. Can’t have you having my body without making sure the service is worth it."

He stared at her.

"A quality assessment?"

"Yes. I’m a professional, Zac. I believe in evaluating things before making any commitments."

For several seconds, he simply looked at her.

Roxie could tell he wanted to say something. His lips parted slightly before he pressed them together again.

"Fuck, Roxie."

That was all.

She grinned.

Oh, this was even better than she’d expected.

He was clearly trying to understand how an argument about an interview had turned into this, but apparently his curiosity was losing to his attraction.

She had seen that happen before.

Many times.

And she intended to enjoy every second of it.

Zac’s hands went to her thighs, making her gasp. He pushed her skirt higher. She held her breath, forcing herself not to yank it back down as he peeled it up to her waist.

She was wet, and from where he lay, he could see everything.

Thank God she’d decided to shave that morning Although, come to think of it, she’d been unusually thorough.

Had she somehow been anticipating this?

Oh, hell.

She pushed the embarrassing thought aside before she started questioning every decision she’d made since waking up.

She looked away and caught the full-length mirror against the wall to their right.

The reflection showed how nasty they looked.

She was naked from the waist down, his eyes locked on her wetness, his cock straining hard in his shorts behind her. His face tilted up between her legs, the flush already climbing his neck.

"Look how wet you are," he said, pleased.

Her teeth ground together.

"You always say the nastiest things," she snapped, irritated. "Just open your mouth."

Zac looked up at her, his expression still guarded.

His eyes flicked up to hers, and she recognized the challenge in them. Zac had always enjoyed testing her patience. The more irritated she became, the more delighted he seemed to be.

But something was different tonight.

He was looking at her as though he genuinely couldn’t decide what she’d do next.

That was precisely how she wanted him.

She moved carefully along the bench, adjusting her position closer to his head.

He followed her movements with his eyes.

His suspicion remained, but he stayed where he was.

Roxie nearly smiled again.

Shut your mouth and do what you do best, Prescott.

She lowered herself before he could answer, settling over his mouth with her hands braced on the bench so the first press of his mouth was hot and clumsy, more surprise than skill. Rough stubble scraped her inner thighs as his breath hitched warm against her, and his hands hovered at her hips like he still wasn’t sure if he should push her off or pull her down.

Serves you right, she thought. You think I’m gonna pleasure you? You do it.

She’d come into his house intending to discuss an interview, a professional arrangement that should have involved her laptop, a list of questions, and maybe a few minutes of awkward conversation about their history.

Instead she’d ended up arguing with him in his private gym, the air still thick with the faint smell of rubber mats and old sweat.

Somehow Zac had managed to turn a perfectly reasonable request into another contest between them.

Well. He should have remembered who he was dealing with.

Her victory was cut short with a startled gasp from her.

Her thighs locked as a sound she couldn’t keep in slipped out.

He flattened his tongue and dragged it from her ass up to her clit like he was trying to catch every drop. She was already wet enough that it smeared across his mouth and the heat of his breath made her pulse.