Your place or mine?

Emma’s POV

The night had finally wound down, and it had been such a good one. We had spent hours drinking, dancing, laughing, and catching up. It felt like the kind of night you wanted to press pause on.

“Breakfast tomorrow, remember?” Maddie slurred, pointing at us with a lazy grin.

“Yeah, right. As if you will actually make breakfast, sis. You will probably spend the entire day in bed nursing a hangover,” Zane teased, making me laugh.

We had all piled into the same cab, first stop, Maddie’s place to drop her and James off.

“Whatever. Just make sure my best friend gets home safe, alright?” she said, wagging a finger right in Zane’s face.

“I will make sure she gets home in one piece. Now get yourself to bed. And James, you better take care of her,” Zane said with a smirk.

We exchanged goodbyes as James helped her inside. She was unsteady on her feet, but it was her birthday, so she had every right to enjoy herself.

As soon as they disappeared inside, Zane turned to me. “Your place or mine?”

“Who said we are going to the same place?” I replied, giving him a playful smile.

He laughed. “Come on, we both know where this is going. No point pretending otherwise.”

He was right. We both knew exactly how the night was going to end. I decided to go to his place for a change. We were always at mine, and I had never even seen his apartment.

“Yours. I am tired of constantly changing my sheets,” I said with a giggle.

“That is fair.” He chuckled and gave the driver his address.

Before I could say anything else, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, hard, deep, the kind of kiss that makes your thoughts scatter. His hand trailed up my thigh and slipped under my dress, touching me in a way that made me let out a soft moan. Thankfully, his mouth stayed on mine so the taxi driver would not hear me.

I pulled away just enough to breathe. “We should probably slow down until we get to yours,” I murmured.

He groaned, rolling his eyes, but he sat back, clearly irritated and struggling to keep his patience.

When we finally pulled up outside his building, he tossed money at the driver without even counting it and mumbled a quick thanks. Someone was definitely eager. I stepped out of the cab slowly, deliberately taking my time just to tease him.

“Emma, I swear, if you keep that up, I will throw you against the wall right here and take you. I am not even joking,” he growled.

The way he said it made me believe him, and as tempting as it sounded, I had no desire to be watched by random passers-by. I picked up my pace, and the moment we stepped inside his apartment, he pulled me in, shutting the door with a kick.

The look in his eyes was all too familiar, the intense heat I had seen so many times before, especially when he wanted me more than anything else.

Zane pulled me toward him with one firm tug, his mouth crashing onto mine in a rough, breath-stealing kiss. Before I could even think, he was unzipping my dress and sliding it off my shoulders, tossing it somewhere across the room without looking.

I pushed at the buttons of his shirt until I managed to strip it from him, letting it fall to the floor beside my dress. My nails dragged down his back as our mouths stayed locked together, his body pressed hard against mine, leaving no space between us.

He unclasped my bra in one smooth motion, leaving me in nothing but my panties and heels. His hands roamed everywhere, his touch bold and greedy, making me gasp and shiver. He was still far too dressed for my liking, so I reached between us, unfastening his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them without missing a beat.

“I cannot wait to be inside you. I need to feel you right now,” he breathed against my lips when we finally pulled apart to catch our breath.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I shot back, my own impatience matching his.

The ache between my legs had become unbearable, a throbbing that demanded release. Our mouths met again as he guided me backward toward the sofa.

“Turn around and bend over, baby. You were the one who suggested we try it this way,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I did as he asked, bracing my hands on the arm of the sofa. In seconds, he was behind me, nudging my legs apart and pulling my panties down in one swift motion, his boxers following right after. He pressed a hand to my lower back, leaning me forward more, while the other hand tangled in my hair.

“I am going to take you hard and fast first. Call it a warm-up. Then I am going to have you in every room of this place, in every way I can think of, until your body cannot take any more,” he said against my ear.

“Please, Zane,” I breathed, rocking my hips back toward him in pure need.

“As you wish, baby.”

He pushed into me in one deep, hard thrust, making me cry out as he filled me completely.

“God, yes,” he groaned in my ear, his hips pressing flush against mine.

My grip on the sofa tightened as he began moving, his pace relentless. The pull on my hair only heightened the sensation, sending waves of pleasure through me as he reached places inside me that made my head spin.

“You love this, do you not, Emma? You love how I feel when I am this deep inside you?” he asked between ragged breaths.

“Yes… oh God, yes. Harder, Zane. Please, harder,” I begged, pushing back against him.

“Good, because I love how you feel around me, tight, wet, and perfect,” he growled, his pace somehow growing even more intense.

He gave me exactly what I was craving. His movements became faster, harder, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me. My voice filled the room as I called his name, my body reacting without hesitation. I could hear his breathing growing heavier, mixing with the sound of our bodies meeting again and again. Everything about the way he touched me felt intoxicating.

It did not take long before the tension in my body snapped, and a wave of pleasure crashed over me so intensely that it almost stole my breath.

"Zane… yes… oh God!" I cried out, my body trembling as my climax tore through me, leaving me weak and shaking.

My release only spurred him on. His pace quickened, his grip on me tightening as if he never wanted to let go.

"Baby… I am going to come," he groaned, driving deep one last time before spilling himself inside me. His forehead pressed to mine, his breath hot against my ear as his own release overtook him.

We stayed like that for a moment, riding out the last ripples together until both our bodies slumped against the sofa, too drained to move. There were no words, only our pounding hearts and uneven breaths filling the space.

"That was incredible, baby. We need to do that again," he murmured, pressing kisses along my neck before slowly pulling out. He helped me stand, turning me around so we were face to face. He kissed me quickly, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

"That was just the beginning. Let us grab a drink, then we can continue, if you think you can handle me," he added, that smug tone he always used when he was certain he had the upper hand.

I stepped closer, letting my fingers trail down the length of his chest.

"Oh, I can handle you. You know I can," I said, winking before turning to walk away.

I did not need to look back to know he would follow. He always did. My smirk widened as I heard his footsteps a moment later. He would be ready for more before long. I had learned exactly how to make him want me, and it still amazed me that I had this power over him.