Free High by Zara Cox

equivocal. “Yes.”
    Her simple answer made him smile. It
was a smug smile, full of unrestrained satisfaction. She’d given the man what
he wanted. A feeling of unexpected pleasure fizzed through her.
    “See how easy that was?” He increased
the pressure, confirming that this wasn’t the first time he’d given a foot
massage. A hot lance went through her. Stunned, she realized she was jealous.
    “Don’t gloat, Savage,” she snapped, trying
to dispel the feeling. “It’s a turn off. You give good foot massage. Big deal.”
    His smile was lethally erotic. “I give
good everything.”
    “And now you’re just boasting.”
    He stared at her for a long moment then
he looked around, a brief look of restless impatience accompanying the movement.
“Do we have to stay here?” he asked.
    “I’ll answer that after you’ve seen to
my other foot.”
    He did, so effectively that the moan
she’d sworn not to utter again leapt out before she could stop herself.
    His grip tightened for a second. “God,
I can’t wait to hear you moan like that when I’m balls-deep inside you.”
    Her foot jerked at the image that rose
in her mind. He pulled her foot closer, deeper into his crotch. When she
realized just what the pad of her foot rested on, she gasped.
    He was large and full and solid as
steel. Before she could dismiss the thought, her foot flexed against him.
    His groan was low and thick, a sound
that rumbled along her nerves and struck straight between her legs. He clutched
her foot against him for a second, then he reluctantly
removed it. With care, he lowered her feet and slipped her shoes back on.
    “Not that I don’t appreciate foot jobs,
Peaches, but the first time you make me come, I want to be fully seated inside
your sweet cunt, with your screams ringing in my ears.”
    Her brain was frying but she still
managed to blurt out, “Umm… Peaches ?”
    His grin was wide and hot and so
beautiful it made her chest ache just to see it. “That ass of yours makes me
think of firm, succulent peaches. I can’t wait to take my first bite.”
    She was still absorbing that when he
adjusted himself, speared a slightly shaky hand through his hair and stood. He
gazed down at her, one hand held out.
    The band was in the middle of a tune
about a hot, sultry night when she placed her hand in his and left the club.
    Tracy was waiting for her, both Louis
Vuitton weekenders Keely had insisted she take neatly arranged on a porter’s
cart when she reached her suite.
    The petite brunette’s gaze swung
between Zach and her, and Bethany caught a swiftly hidden look of envy as her
eyes tracked Zach to his suite door.
    She turned and caught Bethany’s gaze,
then quickly smiled. “It’s been a pleasure hostessing for you, Miss Green,” she
said, her tone betraying nothing but pure professionalism.
    Bethany smiled around the weird
feelings coursing through her. “Thank you, Tracy. I’m sorry I’m not staying for
the full trip.”
    “That’s okay. It’ll be a pleasure to act
as your hostess again if…I mean when you join us for another trip.”
    Since there was zero chance of that
happening again in this lifetime, Bethany merely smiled. Her smile widened when
Philip emerged from Zach’s suite, carrying large designer suitcases.
    He exchanged a few words with Tracy
before leading Bethany into the elevator.
    Bethany turned as Zach came out. Immediately,
she felt that knee-knocking zing of awareness and increased pulse rate that
watching him move brought.
    As if perfectly attuned to her, his
head snapped up and his eyes clashed with hers.
    A slow smile lifted his lips and she
forgot to breathe.
    “I didn’t realize Philip was seeing to
you on this trip as well,” she said.
    “Philip has been seeing to me for over
ten years,” he replied.
    Surprise made her steps falter. “But I
thought he was my personal bodyguard.”
    “I may have made a few adjustments to
the arrangements before we left New York.”
    “A few adjust—