She worked me harder..

Zane’s P.O.V.

When we walked into Emma’s apartment, she was tipsy but steady enough that she did not need me holding her up. The second the door shut, she kicked off her heels and collapsed dramatically onto the sofa like she had been holding it together all night just to get here.

“You want me to grab you something? You look like you could use another drink,” I teased, grinning down at her.

“Yes, please. There should be wine in the fridge. Pour yourself a glass too,” she said without opening her eyes.

“I am driving. I cannot drink,” I chuckled.

Her eyes snapped open, and she gave me this look that said she was not buying it for a second.

“Come on, Zane. We both know you are not leaving tonight,” she smirked.

“I know,” I admitted with a wink, “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

She rolled her eyes and flipped me off before sinking deeper into the cushions. I shook my head, laughing, and made my way into the kitchen. A minute later, I came back with two glasses of wine, setting them on the coffee table. Instead of handing hers over right away, I leaned over her and lowered myself onto the sofa until I was hovering above her.

She peeked up at me through her lashes, giggling. “And what exactly do you think you are doing?”

“Collecting something I have been waiting on for days,” I said with a smirk. “At the very least, you owe me a kiss.”

Her hand slid up around the back of my neck, tugging me closer. The moment my lips brushed hers, she let out a soft sound, almost like she had been holding her breath for me. That was all the encouragement I needed. I closed the gap, kissing her hard, greedy, like I had been starving for her. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I slipped my hand along her thigh, sliding under the edge of her dress, fingertips brushing warm skin.

Before I lost myself completely, I forced myself to pull back, dropping onto the cushion beside her.

“That is it?” she huffed, pouting at me.

“Maybe you should not be so greedy, baby,” I teased, trying to ignore how much I wanted to forget all restraint and keep going.

She rolled her eyes again, adjusting her dress before grabbing her wine and taking a long drink. I watched her carefully, fighting the urge to drag her back under me. Teasing her, making her wait, was half the fun.

“You are impossible,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“I know. But before we do anything else, I want to hear about this disaster of a date. Come on, entertain me,” I said with a grin.

Emma groaned and tipped back the rest of her wine in one go. “It was awful. Honestly, I do not know what Maddie was thinking. He is a nice enough guy, sure, but we had zero in common. Not my type at all. It was one of the most awkward nights of my life. I swear I could practically hear the clock ticking the whole time.” She shook her head, half laughing now. “But hey, at least he got lucky. When I was leaving, I saw him at the bar already flirting with some girl, and honestly, they seemed to click way better than he and I ever did.”

Her terrible date ended up being perfect for me, because she came home with me instead. Even if that guy had managed to impress her, we both know what happens between us is on a completely different level.

I sat back and listened as Emma went on about her “night of disaster,” barely hiding my amusement. The more she ranted, the harder it was not to laugh, and apparently, I was not as discreet as I thought.

“Why do you think this is so funny?” she asked, her lips pushed into the kind of pout that made me want to pull her closer.

“I am sorry,” I said, trying to straighten my expression, even though the corner of my mouth betrayed me. “I just mean… your awful date worked out great for me. Now I get you all to myself.”

That pout of hers quickly shifted into something else, something far more dangerous. Emma rose from the sofa, stepping between my legs and resting her palms against my thighs. Her eyes gleamed as she leaned closer, lips curved in a wicked smile.

“Then tell me,” she said slowly, her voice low and teasing, “why are you sitting here listening to me complain about my date when you could be doing something a lot more fun?”

Her hands slid higher up my legs, and my breath caught hard in my chest. The way she looked at me, confident, daring, had me undone before she even touched me properly. By the time her fingers toyed with the buckle of my belt, I already felt the heat building.

“Answer me, Zane,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I grinned, enjoying this side of her far too much. “And what happens if I decide not to?”

Emma leaned in until her lips brushed against my ear, her hand pressing firmly over the ache in my jeans. A sharp groan escaped me before I could stop it.

“Then you do not get what I was about to give you,” she murmured against my skin. “And trust me, I was about to be very generous.”

She knew exactly what she was doing. Emma always knew how to get her way with me, and she damn well knew I could never resist the thought of her mouth on me. Pulling back, she straightened up, one hand on her hip, the other tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. The sight made me curse under my breath. She was irresistible without even trying.

“I was only testing myself,” I admitted with a laugh, dragging my gaze over her. “I wanted to see if I had any self-control left when it comes to you.”

“And?” she asked, a playful lilt in her voice.

“The answer is no,” I said without hesitation. “Not a chance.”

“I did not think so,” she replied confidently, her grin widening.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her straight onto my lap, making her laugh as she landed against me. My hands roamed up the backs of her thighs, lifting her dress higher until I had her pressed firmly against me. She threw her head back with a moan, her body arching as she melted into my touch.

“Emma,” I groaned against her neck, grinding my hips upward so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me, “No one can quite make my c**k throb like you.” My voice dropped lower. “And right now, he needs all of your attention.”

Emma pressed her mouth to mine with so much hunger that it stole the air from my lungs. Her tongue pushed past my lips, taking full control of the kiss, leaving me with no choice but to match her pace. Heat shot through me as I tugged her dress upward, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside.

My hands slid down the curve of her back until I found the clasp of her bra. With one quick motion, it was off, and I had her bare in front of me. I cupped her breasts in both hands, my thumbs circling slowly over her nipples until they tightened beneath my touch. Emma moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me and making me ache even more for her.

She tugged my shirt over my head, throwing it carelessly across the room before her lips abandoned mine. She trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck, teasing every inch with her mouth and tongue. Each brush of her lips had me gripping the sofa harder, my body tightening as her mouth moved lower over my chest and stomach.

“God…” I groaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the feel of her. No one could undo me like this girl could.

She sank to her knees between my legs, her hands pulling at my jeans and boxers in one move. I lifted my hips, giving her what she wanted, and in a heartbeat she had me free. She looked up at me through her lashes, licking her lips before leaning down.

The first flick of her tongue over me made me hiss loudly, every nerve alive. Slowly, she took me into her mouth, inch by inch, until she had all of me buried between her lips. My hands tangled in her hair, not too rough, but enough to guide her as my hips pushed forward. She gagged slightly, but it never stopped her. Emma kept going, her mouth sliding over me with steady rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, tightening my grip. “Take all of me.”

She worked me harder, her pace quickening as if she knew exactly how close I was. Her mouth was heaven, her tongue teasing me in ways no one else ever had. My stomach tightened, the pressure building fast, my body begging for release.

“Emma… I am going to come,” I gasped, every muscle straining.

She hummed around me, her tongue pressing lower, and that was it. My climax ripped through me, my entire body shaking as I released deep in her throat. She did not stop, she took everything, swallowing me down, licking me clean until I finally slumped back against the sofa, breathing hard.

When she pulled back, her lips curved into a wicked little smile. She climbed back up onto my lap, kissing her way up my chest until her mouth found mine again.

“Mmm,” she purred, her voice sultry, “you always taste so good to me.”

I groaned against her lips, already feeling my body react again. “And you always make me lose my mind when you do that.”

She kissed me harder, rolling her hips against mine, and it was impossible to ignore the way I was already hardening beneath her. I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her easily as I carried her toward the bedroom. Our mouths never broke apart as I laid her back on the bed.

“Now,” I growled, pressing my body over hers, “I really am going to take you. Hard, rough, and all night long.”

Her laugh was low and breathless. “Then stop talking and do it.”

And I had every intention of giving her exactly what she asked for, and more than she expected.