my claim. That was usually Houston’s speed. I’d never felt this way with Emily. With Braxton, the possibilities of who I wanted to be for her were endless. I wanted to protect her from everyone.
Including me.
Knowing that when Braxton found out about my wife, she would never forgive me, I loosened my grip. When I started to pull away, Braxton’s head turned, and then she was staring up at me, a question in that deceptively innocent gaze. My heart began to pound out of control.
Fuck.
She had me.
She so fucking had me.
I tangled our fingers once more, but she kept staring at me like she could read my guilty thoughts. She wanted to know why I tried to pull away. She wouldn’t let it go unless I made her.
Desperate to avoid the inevitable, I did the first thing I could think of.
I kissed her right there in front of the tour guide and the other keepers trailing us while pretending to work. With a moan, she melted into me, not bothering to think twice as we spiraled deeper within each other’s souls. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her lips since she wrapped them around my cock. I will never forget how it felt to have her on her knees for me.
I was vaguely aware of the guide trailing off mid-sentence, Loren storming off like I’d stolen his favorite toy, and Houston plotting to make us both pay. Xavier had faxed over NDAs for the employees to sign in exchange for our patronage, so word wasn’t getting out, but that was never Houston’s problem.
He wanted Braxton for himself.
He’d rather scheme and plot and make arbitrary rules than simply admit it so that we could deal with the fact that we wanted her too.
Braxton broke the kiss, and when our gazes met, we were the only two people in the world.
“Take me somewhere, Jericho. Just you and me.”
It only took me half a second to pick up what she was putting down. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back the way we came. We hurried over a bridge and underneath a covered walkway before crossing over to the tunnel that separated the park’s east and west side. Or maybe it was north and south.
There wasn’t enough blood left in my brain for critical thinking, let alone navigation skills.
The moment we were under cover of darkness and the prying eyes of the security cameras, I kissed Braxton again. With my hands on her waist, I kept kissing her as I backed her against the wall of the tunnel. I could hardly see shit, but I felt how crazy she was making me.
My hands drifted up, teasing her hard nipples through her thin T-shirt. She hardly ever wore a bra, and before now, I had no clue how much easy access turned me on. I groaned, thanking God for small favors as I shoved her shirt up, baring her breasts and wrapping my lips around her nipple.
She let me have my fun for a while, gripping my hair like she was hanging from a cliff, and I was her only lifeline but then…
“Rich.”
I felt her trying to pull me away. My heart skipped a beat before plummeting to my stomach. Had she already changed her mind?
“I know this is our first time, and as much as I appreciate the foreplay, I assure you I’m good to go,” she told me through her panting. “We don’t have much time.”
She smiled so sweetly that even though I’d been thinking about going down on her again, I didn’t have it in me to deny her. She wanted to be fucked now, and I was more than willing to make that happen.
Today, she wore black denim shorts, which told me getting fucked in a zoo hadn’t been her plan. She needed me bad enough not to care if we were caught. I quickly unbuttoned her shorts and helped her shimmy out of them since they were tight as fuck. She wore fishnet tights, but instead of patiently pulling them down her legs, I tore them at her crotch. After she gasped, I watched her surprise morph into desire. She was looking at me like all my past lovers had when it dawned on them that my lovemaking didn’t match my personality. They expected sweet and gentle. This was the first time I wished I could oblige.
“I wish we had a bed right now.”
She made this purring sound that reverberated deep in my gut and down to