inside me, just used his tongue and his fingers to send me screaming into another, otherworldly intense climax. And then another.
"What the fuck?" I gasped when my spirit returned to my body.
Zed just gave me the smuggest of smiles and climbed back up to lie beside me on his bed. Then he reached out and stroked some stray hair away from my face with a gesture so tender it made my chest ache.
"We good?" he asked, his own voice rough and husky.
I sighed, more relaxed than I could ever remember feeling. "We're beyond good, Zed, and you damn well know it."
He just smirked and kissed my sweaty shoulder.
Therapy really did come in all shapes and sizes after all. Mine just happened to be in the form of my six-foot-four, well-dressed, and well-hung best friend.
24
After that first time with Zed, everything seemed to change. Not just in the freedom we'd unlocked to explore one another in ways we'd both been dreaming about for years, but inside my mind. It was like breaking through that wall had healed a festering wound in my soul, and every subsequent orgasm at Zed's hands—or mouth or cock—only soothed it further.
"Anyone who tries to tell me sex isn't therapeutic," I mumbled into the pillow when I crashed out, half dead as the sun started rising on the horizon, "can kiss my ass."
Zed gave a husky laugh, crashing into the mattress beside me. "I'd never argue that fact, but I'd happily kiss this anytime you asked." He slapped my bare rump, making me squeak. I was too exhausted to do anything more than that, though.
"How's your scratch?" I asked, turning my face to the side so I could meet his eyes. It'd started bleeding again somewhere around the time he'd had one of my legs over my head, and I'd made him stop and patch it up before he was allowed to fuck me again.
Zed rolled slightly to the side, peering down at the new bandage. "Totally fine, basically healed already."
I just smiled, and he reached out to stroke his knuckles over my cheekbone.
"We should shower," I said with a sigh. "And sleep. Otherwise, we'll both be worse than useless at work today."
Zed arched a brow at me like he wasn't sure if I was serious or not. Then he got up, headed to the bathroom, and returned with his phone in hand. He climbed back into bed beside me, bringing his phone to his ear.
"Hannah," he said when the call connected. "Cancel all of Hades’s appointments today. She's taking a sick day."
Startled, I pushed up to sitting and tried to grab his phone, but he scooted out of reach with a sly grin on his face.
"That's right," he replied to Hannah, "hold all her calls too. She needs to stay in bed all day with no distractions." He shot me a wink, and my whole body lit up with desire again. It was like the more of Zed I had, the more I wanted. "Excellent, thank you Hannah. Oh, and I'm also unavailable." He ended the call quickly, not giving her a chance to question him further, and I groaned.
"You asshole. You basically just told my new assistant that we’re fucking." I smacked him with a playful punch. He caught my hand before I could pull back, though, and kissed my knuckles one at a time.
"Good," he growled, all possessive caveman. "I want the whole fucking world to know that you're mine."
A ripple of unease struck me at that, and I inhaled deeply. We really should have had a clear conversation about how this would all play out with Cass and Lucas... because I wasn't giving them up, no matter how strong my feelings for Zed were.
Before I could crack open that uncomfortable can of worms, though, my stomach gave a loud rumble that made my guts ache.
Zed gave me an amused smile. "Hungry?"
I rolled my eyes. "Gee, what gave it away? We never got dinner last night, thanks to Chase crashing our date."
He leaned in and kissed me softly. "Stay here; I'll get snacks."
With a groan, he rolled his shoulders, then pulled some sweatpants over his sexy ass and left me in the sweaty pile of sheets on his bed. Knowing Zed, though, when he said he was getting snacks, it wouldn't be protein bars and a piece of fruit. No, he'd cook something from scratch, and my mouth watered just at the thought of it.
Deciding I needed to freshen up, I forced myself out