The moment his lips touched mine, I knew I was in trouble. The spark that flew between us was unmistakable. His strong arms felt warm wrapped around my body, and the way he pressed his hands into the small of my back made me feel protected. His chiseled peaks and valleys pulsed for me, begging for my lips to taste them.
I wanted to run my lips along the outlines of his tattoos.
The present had been overwhelming. The dinner was fabulous, and the wine was wonderful, but the gift was romantic. There were so many things about him that I didn’t know. So many things he told me that confirmed what I was finding instead of what Mr. Kent was feeding me. Mr. Kent was hiding something, and he was lying to me about Zach. I couldn’t prove it yet, but I knew Zach wasn’t a criminal.
But oh, did the bad boy persona fit him.
I pulled his shirt over his head, and he slid his hands up my sides. I trembled at his touch, feeling the calluses on his hands rake over my soft skin. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him, and my hands flew to his shaggy black hair. His tongue lapped at mine, shaking me to my core. He sucked on my bottom lip as his hands trailed my bare back. Then he slowly slipped my shirt over my head.
He took a step back to drink me in, and I finally got a good look at Zach’s body. It left me speechless.
He had a sprawling tattoo across his chest. It conformed to the peaks and valleys of his rippling muscles. His washboard abs caught my attention. The name “Melissa” was tattooed beautifully across his skin, arching just over his heart before it tapered off into either side of his body.
I ran my fingertips across it lightly as he watched me.
“Melissa was my mother’s name,” he said huskily.
“Your tattoos are incredible,” I said.
“I’m glad you like them.”
My hands trailed along his taut skin before my fingertips slowly began working the button of his jeans. The fabric slid down his thighs effortlessly, and I ran my hands back up his stomach, relishing in his strength as his chest began to pant.
I looked up into his bright blue eyes, and his lips came crashing down onto mine.
We were a whirlwind of stifled passion and heated lust. He stepped out of his jeans, leaving his shoes behind before he shoved me to my knees. I palmed the thick outline of his cock behind his boxers, and I could hear him groan before he pulled it out.
His dick was massive, thick and long and unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The vein protruding from its side was throbbing with want, and the head of his cock was beginning to leak.
I had no idea how I was going to take all of him, but my mouth was craving his taste.
I slipped my lips around his cock as he held it steady for me. I peered up at him from underneath my eyelashes and watched as he lobbed his head back. I spun him so that he was leaning up against the counter. Then I wrapped my hand around his thick base.
I could feel him pulsing as my tongue worked around the head of his cock. His legs grew tighter and tighter as I eased him toward the back of my throat. I gagged on his girth. His hand migrated to my hair, and I moaned as he wrapped his fingers up into my soft tresses.
His hips slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, my body knelt before him to do whatever it was he wished.
His light pants and soft grunts were music to my ears. His body was beautiful, carved from the marble of the gods and flowing with sinewy muscle.
Every inch of him was chiseled to perfection, from his abs to his thighs. His veins bulged, and his hips were thrusting harder, and I was trying not to gag too much on his length.
Then he ripped my head from his cock and tugged me to my feet.
Our lips encompassed one another’s again, and his hands grasped my ass. He picked me up and started walking. My body felt weightless in his strong arms as we ascended the stairs. Soon, my back was being pressed into a cold wall, and my body puckered at the sensation.
“Shit,” I said breathlessly.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Zach said. “I’m surprised you kissed me with it.”
“You know you love it,” I said, grinning.
“There is so much I want to explore about you.”
I looked up toward him and grinned as he slid my bra off. His eyes fell to my tits before his hands started undoing my pants. Our eyes were locked, and electricity was heating my veins. I was shivering for him as he slid the tight material away from my body, kissing each and every inch as he sank lower down my body.
“Such beautiful curves,” he said.
“I’m glad someone appreciates them,” I said.
“It’s a shame they’ve been neglected.”
I closed my eyes and allowed his hands to explore me. I was naked before him, pressed against the wall as his hands traveled up my thighs. I was dripping for him, ready for the massive cock he had swinging between his legs. His hands grasped my skin and easily picked me up off the floor. My arms wrapped around his neck before my legs hooked around his waist.
I opened my eyes and saw him staring back at me, a devilish stare filling his aquamarine gaze. His cock leaked at my entrance, and his lips inched closer and closer to mine.
“Condom?” he asked.
I shivered against him as I shook my head.
“Pill,” I said breathlessly.
“Good.”
He pressed the tip of his cock into my body, and I groaned. My head leaned back into the wall. He watched me as he pressed every inch of himself into my dripping pussy, my walls fluttering around him as he descended to the hilt. My legs shook, and my clit throbbed. My hands dug into his shoulders, and my legs pulled him in close. I felt myself being stretched in ways I’d never experienced, exposing sensitive areas I didn’t even know I had.
His tightly-wound curls tickled my clit, and my jaw began to tremble with mercy.
“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.
Slowly, he inched out and slid back in. He was coating his cock in my juices, slicking himself down before he picked up the pace. I hung onto him tightly as he pressed me into the wall, his hips rolling and snapping as my pussy swallowed him. My tits grazed his chest, and his lips descended onto my neck and began to kiss, contrasting the soft with the wild.
His hips pounded into me, and I grasped onto his shoulders. My body pressed farther into him. His cock twitched, and his hips began to stutter, and soon, I felt his teeth raking against my skin.
“Just a little longer. Please, Zach.”
I whimpered into his ear, and it released the animal inside of him. He pinned my arms above my head and fucked me directly against the wall. My tits bounced up to his lips as he played with them, darting his tongue out and licking whatever he could. Our fingers intertwined, and my juice dripped down my legs, soaking his balls as I groaned out his name. I ached in all the best ways, and all I wanted to do was jump off the edge of this cliff and never come back.
He thrusted into me one last time and spilled his come all over the walls of my pussy. The force of his last thrust dug into my clit, sending me soaring to heights I hadn’t experienced in years. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body went limp in his arms. Zach gathered me against his strong body, and we fell into his bed, trembling and jolting with the aftershocks of our orgasms.
I didn’t even care that he was leaking out from between my legs. All I cared about was the euphoric sensation rippling through my body.
Without another word, Zach was asleep. Within minutes, we had gone from passionate lovers to awkward one-night standers. He slept beside me, snores pouring from his lips before our juices were even crusted to his bed.
Which gave me an opportune chance to check out his cabin.
I had already admired its rustic charm but now it was time to snoop into the details that might be contained within it. I slipped from his grasp and quietly made my way down the stairs. I needed proof of his innocence, and I knew I would be able to find it here.
I rifled through his drawers and looked underneath his furniture cushions while trying to ignore the trembling weakness in my legs. I hadn’t been fucked like that in years, and I tried to push aside the fact that I’d just slept with the subject of my investigation.
All I had to do was find one shred of evidence to prove his innocence, and I could settle this case. Maybe I could do it before our next date, even.
I walked around a corner and came face to face with a computer. I smiled broadly and sat at the chair, toggling the mouse as my heart raced in my chest. This was what I needed, a peek at his browser history or a chance to recover any hidden files on his hard drive. I could hear his snores coming from upstairs, which told me I had plenty of time to figure this shit out.
I easily got past his password, but I couldn’t get past much else.
Every time I tried to pull up a file, they were password-protected. Every time I tried to access something I thought could be relevant, I either hit a dead-end or a firewall. Panic rose in my chest as I put his computer back to sleep. If he was innocent, why was everything password-protected? Why were there extra firewalls to keep people out of seemingly random files?
Holy hell, had I just slept with a criminal?
My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts as I made my way toward the kitchen. I needed to get back upstairs, act like shit was normal in the morning, then get the fuck out of here. If he wasn’t innocent, then I couldn’t destroy all the work I did to get close to him. If he was innocent, then I needed to get back into the cabin at some point in time and do some more snooping. So far, the only thing I’d found in this fucking cabin were more questions that needed answers. I was no longer sure of his innocence in this situation at all, and I’d just fucking slept with the guy.
My boss was right. I needed to get this shit done, get it wrapped up, and get it the fuck off my desk.
Then, I needed to fucking quit.