Page 83 of Turn Me On

I’m tempted to look away, but there’s no point. I’ve already let him in. “Yes.”

Zane leans closer, presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “You trust me,” he says in a tender whisper.

“I do,” I say, and my heart sputters.

Then he knits his brow. “But you were going to hook up with me that first night?” he asks, when he realizes the loophole to my desires.

Him.

“Yes. Apparently, you’re the exception to my every rule,” I say.

“Good.” He slides his thumb along my jawline. “Kiss me again. Like you did in the shower. Like you did after we fucked.”

In a flash, I slide him under me and kiss him passionately. Like we’re a couple, even though wecan’tbe, even though hewon’tbe.

But for tonight, he is mine.

And I’m his.

When I break the kiss, he lifts his arms to cup my cheeks. “What if this wasn’t just one night?”

“Zane,” I warn.

“Hear me out,” he pleads. “Let me make my pitch.”

This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. But bad ideas have a hold of me. “Okay.”

“What if we spend the next two nights together while I’m in New York. Just like this. You and me after my games. I can come to your hotel. Or you can come here. We can have another couple of nights together.”

His green eyes are bright and vulnerable.

His voice brims with passion and emotion.

And I know, I just know, I could never say no to him.

“Yes,” I say, and a few minutes later, the knock comes.

We dine in his room, trading bites of salmon and chicken, sharing the salads, then talking about what we’ll order for breakfast in the morning.

“Room service or an organic café nearby that has great breakfast bowls?” I ask.

Zane yawns. “I can’t decide.”

I catch the yawns too. “I’ll pick in the morning. My first meeting isn’t till ten. I can play hooky and have breakfast in bed with you.”

“And then we’ll do it again the next day and the next,” he says, hopeful.

“We will,” I say as he sets the tray outside the door.

Then, we curl up together and fall asleep.

In the early light of dawn, I wake up to his lips around my cock, so I luxuriate in some sleepy morning head.

I give it to him just as good a few minutes later.

Then, we crash once more, wrapped up in each other as the sun rises higher.

But an hour later, I wake to an inbox full of reality on my phone.