Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (131 page)

Somehow we slid down onto the couch
together, kissing each other and groping at each other like horny teenagers,
and I felt my body heating up. I could remember exactly how good Zeke had been
the first time we’d had sex together—it was right at the front of my mind in
fact. I pressed my body up against his, feeling the heat of him, feeling the
muscles under his tee shirt and jeans, and thinking of just how good he’d
looked naked weeks before, how good he’d felt inside of me. I knew that there
was no going back at all; I couldn’t do anything other than move forward, even
if I knew it was professionally wrong.

I broke away from Zeke’s lips and looked
up into his eyes. “Do you want to stop? Because I don’t,” I said in a whisper.
He chuckled lowly and guided my hand down to the front of his jeans.

“Does this feel like I want to stop?” I
felt the rock-hard ridge of his erection and giggled as quietly as I could.

I slithered out from underneath him and held
out my hand, my heart pounding in my chest at what I knew I would be doing
next. “We have to be quiet—remember?” I led him back down the hall to my
bedroom and closed the door behind us. As added insurance, I took my phone out
of my pocket and set it up on a speaker, choosing music at random—not loud
enough to wake Brady up or keep him awake, but hopefully enough to cover the
noises that Zeke and I wouldn’t be able to keep from making.

As soon as the music began to play, Zeke
stepped closer to me once more, ducking down to kiss me once again. I wrapped
my arms around him and melted against his body, tingling all over already,
kissing him back as if I wanted to devour him whole. My hands slid over his
back, feeling the ridges and lines of his shoulders, the bumps of his spine,
the heat of him. He caressed me all over, cupping my breasts in his hands,
squeezing them carefully through the fabric of my clothes, making me moan. I
completely forgot about the music, about Brady, about everything but the feeling
of his body and the taste of his lips.

We pulled and tugged at each other’s
clothes as things got hotter and hotter; I managed to get his tee shirt up to
his shoulders, but he was in the midst of taking off my shirt and our arms got
tangled, forcing us to pull back from the kiss to laugh and then finish what we
were doing. Bit by bit, our clothes came off, and Zeke’s mouth left mine to dip
down to the tops of my breasts, to my collarbones, his hands exploring,
bringing my breasts up to his mouth one after the other for him to kiss and
lick and suck until I was trembling from how turned on I was, until I couldn’t
even think anymore.

I worshipped his body with my mouth and
hands, touching and tasting and kissing and licking and nibbling. We were both
down to our underwear in a matter of moments and he pressed me back onto the
bed, covering my body with his own, bringing his lips up to mine to kiss me
until I was almost breathless. I twisted and writhed underneath him, dragging
my lips along the column of Zeke’s throat, arching into his touches as he
caressed me. I could feel I was already absolutely soaking wet; I could feel my
muscles tightening in little spasms as Zeke rocked his hips against mine to
tease me.

He kissed a path down my body slowly,
lingering at my breasts, taking the time to lavish attention on every inch of
each breast, to worship one nipple and then the other, before moving down to my
ribs, to my abdomen. I shivered, grabbing at his head and shoulders, writhing
underneath him as Zeke came to my hips and hooked his fingers in the waistband
of my panties.

“Oh God,” he murmured, looking up at me
with gleaming, glittering eyes. “I can already tell you’re so hot and wet…” He
pressed a kiss against my labia through the thin lace of my panties and
chuckled. I lifted my hips up off of the bed and he tugged my panties down,
almost ripping them—but I didn’t care.

Before I could prepare myself, Zeke buried
his face against my soaking wet pussy, his tongue sliding up and down along my
labia. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth as I felt a cry of pleasure
working up from somewhere in the pit of my stomach; he spread my legs wider,
nuzzled against me, and began to suck and lick, lapping up my fluids and
teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I shook and trembled, my hips bucking as
he worshipped me with his mouth, pressing deeper along my inner labia, bringing
the tip of his tongue up to my clit and then sliding down again. I tangled my
fingers in his hair, twisting and writhing, struggling to keep from being too
loud as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

He brought me to the edge of orgasm again
and again, flicking his tongue against my clit until it was difficult for me to
muffle the sounds of my pleasure, no matter how much I covered my mouth with my
hands or my arm. “God—Jesus—you’re good at that,” I muttered, my hips twisting
to get better contact between Zeke’s tongue and my clit as he dipped down to my
inner labia. He murmured against my skin, and I could feel him smiling as he
brought one hand down between my legs. He rubbed his fingertips against my
inner labia and brought his tongue up to my clit once more, and as he slid one
finger inside of me, he sucked my pleasure center between his lips and began to
flick his tongue against it faster than ever. I grabbed for a pillow and
covered my face with it, crying out in pleasure as wave after wave of sensation
coursed through my veins and crackled through my nerves.

He kept going, sucking and licking,
sliding his fingers inside of me as my orgasm intensified. I moaned out again
and again into the pillow, pressing it against my mouth as pleasure overwhelmed
me. I twisted and writhed and squirmed, arching up off of the bed, pushing my
hips down, panting through the fabric of my pillowcase until I almost couldn’t
breathe anymore. I shoved the pillow away from my face and gasped for air,
trembling as he finally began to slow down and then stop, pulling back and
pressing a sloppy kiss against my inner thigh.

I panted and gasped for breath as he
kissed a path up from my hips to my mouth, pressing his body against mine,
rocking his hips to let me feel the hard ridge of his cock rubbing along my
hip, my thigh. I was completely out of it—still so turned on that I couldn’t
think of anything but how much I wanted more, in spite of the fact that I had
only just climaxed. I reached down and slipped my fingers underneath the
waistband of his briefs and tugged them down over his hips, struggling to get
them past his thighs.

He chuckled. “I would have thought you’d
want to go slow,” he murmured, kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Screw that right now,” I told him, still
panting slightly from the moments before. “Brady could wake up at any moment
and this would be over.” Zeke shook against me, laughing, his face buried
against my neck to muffle the noise.

“Okay,” he murmured against my ear. He
slithered and kicked and shifted on top of me, and all at once he was fully
naked, his knees sliding up under my legs, his hard, hot cock rubbing against
my soaking wet labia slowly. “How can you be so patient during a session and so
impatient right now?” I rolled my eyes and rubbed myself against him.

“You feeling patient right now?” His
breath hitched in his throat and he chuckled.

“Now that you mention it…” He shifted
against me and I felt his fingers brush against my slick folds as he lined
himself up. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, and pushed my hips down
into his as he thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch. I buried my
face against his neck and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we began to
move together. He felt so good—so thick, hot, and perfect inside of me—that I
almost came right away. Zeke moaned against my neck and then dragged his lips
up to mine to kiss me hungrily.

We began moving faster and faster, and the
friction between us was so good—it was enough to drive me crazy. I kissed him
over and over again, and let my hands trail all over his body. “God, this feels
perfect… You feel perfect…” I nipped at his earlobe, and he chuckled lowly in
my ear, pressing a kiss to my neck as he started thrusting harder and faster. I
writhed underneath him, pushing my hips down, taking him deeper and deeper
inside me. I tried to hold back—I wanted to savor the moment for as long as
possible—but every second, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

All at once, the very last of my
self-control dissolved. I felt the tension deep down between my hips breaking,
and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me once again. Zeke kissed me
hungrily, pounding into me, and I felt his cock twitching inside of me right
before he moaned out long and low against my shoulder. He shuddered and my
climax intensified as he came, thrusting hard and fast inside of me until he
finished.

Every nerve in my body tingled as we both
shook in the aftermath of coming, panting and gasping for breath. I drifted off
a bit, able to hear the music once more, warm, sweet electricity humming in my
veins. “That—that was amazing,” I said as he slid off of me and collapsed on
the bed by my side.

“Better than the first time,” he agreed. I
nodded breathlessly, twisting around and turning onto my side. I could feel the
slick stickiness between my legs, feel the heat of him deep inside of me.

All at once, the enormity of what I’d done
flashed through my brain like lightning. I had had sex with Zeke—again. I had
invited him over to my house on a personal visit, and I had slept with him. I
couldn’t even pretend to myself that I was objective anymore, that I was
professional and detached. “Zeke,” I said quietly.

“Hm? Something wrong?” He turned to face
me in the bed, his face tight with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No—no, you didn’t,” I said, smiling
slightly to reassure him. “There’s just a problem.” I took a deep breath. I
knew I had to make up my mind. I had to do what was right: I had to find out if
Zeke was willing to be with me—to really be with me—and then I had to do what I
had to do. I would either gain a boyfriend or lose a client. Either way, I
might lose my career.

“What’s the problem? Maybe I can help.” I
laughed, burying my face against the pillow for a moment.

“The problem is that I’m in love with
you.”

Chapter
Forty

Zeke

I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I’d stared
at Natalie for a full minute after she told me she loved me. In spite of the
fact that I’d started to believe that she might have feelings for me, I hadn’t
expected her to confess them—certainly not that strongly or that openly.
“You’re in love with me?” I pulled myself up to look down at her. “Are you
sure?”

“Am I sure?” She laughed wryly. “I have
spent the past…I don’t know, months? Trying to convince myself that I wasn’t in
love with you. I’ve been pushing it out of my mind, over and over again. I told
myself that I was just reacting to how much better than the rest of my clients
you were, or the fact that you saved me, or…” She shrugged.

“I’m better than the rest of your
clients?” I grinned.

“Of course you are, you big idiot,” she
said sharply. “You know you are.”

“How am I better?”

Natalie rolled her eyes, lifting herself
up onto her elbows. For a second, the sight of her naked breasts distracted
me—she was so fucking gorgeous. “Are you seriously asking me how you’re better
than the rest of my clients when I’m basically on the path to destroying my
career right now, all because I’m in love with you?” I kissed her lightly on
the forehead, and pulled back, draping my arm over her waist.

“I’m in love with you, too,” I told her
quietly. “I thought it was just—basically—the fact that you’re beautiful, and
that we were spending time together, and just one of those things, you know?”
She smiled slightly, nodding that she understood what I meant. “But I’ve been
on dates with other women, and none of them are even worth looking at next to
you.”

“Oh—that’s right,” she said, smiling
wryly. “You’ve gone out with all of what—two other women?”

“Hey, it’s valid,” I countered. “Neither
Brigitte or Chelsea was anything next to you.”

“I guess I can’t be that mad,” she said.
“I mean, you were supposed to date other women as practice and supposed to date
the women that Katie matched you up with.”

“Technically, if you want to be real about
it, Katie succeeded,” I pointed out. “She found me a match—and way before she
promised to have it done by.”

“Oh, are you going to give her a bonus for
that?” Natalie laughed and then sighed. “Maybe a bonus would keep her from
firing me for getting involved with a client.”

“Would she really fire you?” She shrugged.

“Not if I quit first,” she said. She
closed her eyes for a moment. “Look—I need to know, Zeke: is this just… is it
just because you like me a lot because I’m fun and interesting…”

“And hot, and smart, and incredibly
patient,” I added.

“I have to make a choice,” she said, sitting
up in the bed. “If I decide to stay with you…if I decide to actually see you,
to date you, then I can’t work at the agency anymore.” She swallowed and looked
at me. “Even if Katie wouldn’t fire me, I wouldn’t feel right going on practice
dates with coaching clients while I was seeing you.” I looked up at her for a
long moment, and then I sat up.