HIGHER (The Indigo Lounge Series)

by Cox, Zara

“Specific,” he admitted with a harsh exhale.

  “What can I do?”

  He watched her silently in the mirror, then his lids slid down, veiling his expression. “You’re already doing it. You’re here with me.” He linked his fingers through her and kissed her exposed neck.

  She got the strong impression that hadn’t been his intended answer but she let it go. She was learning fast which battles to pick and which to concede.

  “Have you seen my phone?”

  He tapped his breast pocket. “I have it, but you won’t be needing it tonight.”

  She raised an eyebrow at him. “You plan to keep me busy all night?”

  His mouth twitched sexily. “Now there’s an idea. Any chance of convincing you to ditch the others and play hooky with me?”

  “Nope. And you say that but I know you want this trip to be a success as much as I do. Failure is not an option for you.”

  “No, but I also can’t help but wish this trip were over. I feel like we’re suspended over a goddamn cliff,” he grated out.

  She faced him and he pulled her closer, as desperate for contact with her as she was for him.

  “Three days, Zach. I’m sure we can find a way to forget about the future and make the next seventy-two hours memorable,” she supplied.

  His mouth slowly curved in a wicked smile. Her heart kicked into gear and began to race.

  “Ah, baby. You want memorable? I can give you memorable. I just hope you can take it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Decadence became the buzzword from the moment she stepped out of the suite and headed upstairs with Zach.

  They mingled with the great and glorious on the sky deck of Zach’s hotel before they headed out to a private martial arts tournament at a converted Buddhist Temple.

  Watching the sleek-muscled men who’d honed their bodies through years of perfecting their craft made her secretly thrilled at how dedicated Zach was to his own fitness regime.

  “Did you bring us here so you could ogle other men, Peaches?” he murmured in her ears.

  She turned and locked eyes with his hot, intense eyes. “No. But I do appreciate a fine specimen when I see one,” she replied impishly.

  “You keep your eyes on me when you say that or there will be hell to pay,” he warned.

  She held his gaze for several seconds, then she deliberately glanced over to the spot-lit platform where the artists circled one another.

  His hand curved over her nape in a firm, domineering grip. “You want test the edge, baby?”

  She shivered and glanced back at him. Their private booth meant other guests in the small group couldn’t hear them but he kept his voice low anyway. She liked that he reserved his hot words for her ears alone. Words she greedily craved and could never get enough of.

  Her hand slid to his thigh and she gloried in the tension that rippled through his muscles. “I want to test your edge.”

  His eyes gleamed and his gaze dropped to her mouth in blatant hunger. “My edges can be rough. You sure you’re ready?”

  “I’m sure. I want it. I want you.”

  Hard fingers slid up her nape into her hair and bunched in a sharp, painful hold. “You’ll have me. In more ways that you can possibly imagine.” The dark anticipation in his voice heated her blood.

  Her nipples peaked and liquid fire flared between her legs. His fingers tightened another notch and he watched her, absorbing her tiny wince and her shallow breathing with a dark satisfaction that only made her hotter.

  His tongue rested against his lower lip as he stared at her mouth. “I won’t be gentle tonight, baby,” he warned.

  Her nails bit into his hard thigh muscle, and he jerked beneath her touch. “Yes,” she said simply.

  His nostrils flared and he stared, unblinking, at her for so long, color flared into her cheeks. “I adore your blushes, Peaches. They make me want to dirty you up nice and good. Scandalize you completely.”

  Her hand moved up and she slowly cupped his crotch. Thick and heavy, she could barely fathom where he began and ended. Her mouth watered just thinking about all that power inside her. “I adore this. Your beautiful cock. I adore the way you take me. I adore the way you make me come for you.” Her eyes met his boldly. “I adore you.”

  His eyelids fluttered as he took in a long, shaky breath. “Bethany.” His eyes had darkened to almost black and the fingers in her hair trembled. “You make me…” he paused.

  She leaned closer, her heart thumping wildly. “Tell me.”

  A swallow bobbed his Adam’s apple. “All my life, I’ve felt alone. The money, the lifestyle, it doesn’t insulate you from loneliness. Hell, sometimes it emphasises it even more. With you…you make me see my way through the darkness. You make me feel as if…you make me feel, Bethany. Period. I’m so fucking grateful to have you in my life.” A shudder moved through him. “Whatever happens when we get back; whatever you find out about me, please know that I’ll never hurt you. That I’ll never wreck what we have?”

  That solemn vow moved her more than anything else Zach had ever said before. Tears prickled her eyes and clogged her throat. “Zach, I--”

  Applause broke out and the outside world broke through their charged, intimate bubble. Zach’s jaw clenched at the intrusion and she glance around to see the martial artists taking their bows.

  Sweat glistened off their bodies and their solemn faces and their audience wore huge smiles.

  The evening had been a success. But she, like Zach, wanted it over. “I’m probably going to lose my job for not sticking around until the night ends properly, but I want to return to the hotel with you. Right now.”

  His cock twitched beneath her hand and a smouldering smile curved his sensual lips. “I’ll make sure your client puts in a good word for you.” He leaned close and brushed his mouth against her throat. “As long as you let him put his cock inside you in the next five minutes.”

  A delicious shiver coursed through her body. “We won’t make it back in five minutes, Zach. Not even you can move that fast.”

  One hand dropped to where she held him and he pressed her hand harder against him. Her fingers curled around his solid length and his breath hissed out. “You think I can’t get us back in five when I have your tight cunt and the pounding I intend to give it to look forward to?”

  She groaned and tried to pull away when the guests began to rise. “I’m learning not to test your motivation, but I think we may have missed our chance for a quick sneak out.”

  He cursed under his breath when the Indigo Lounge guests headed their way. He pressed his hand over hers one more time before he released her. She watched his face slowly lose the erotic promise it’d held a moment ago and settle once more into the suave, enigmatic billionaire the world saw when they looked at Zachary Savage.

  A thrill went through Bethany at the thought that his special, private look belonged to her alone.

  She turned to the guests and smiled in response to their praise for her organisation of the evening and the show. A tiny bubble of pride fizzed through her. She may not lose her job after all.

  They drifted out into the warm night air and Philip pulled up to a smooth halt on the kerb.

  “Enjoy the rest of your evening,” Zach said to his guests, his smile back to friendly-but-not-engaging.

  “You won’t be joining us at the club?” Olga asked sullenly, her lips pouting as her eyes devoured Zach.

  Bethany had arranged it so everyone could use their Indigo Lounge hostess for the rest of the night and she knew the couple and a few others had opted to go to Q-Bash, the exclusive nightclub a few blocks away.

  “Bethany’s work is done for the day.”

  She didn’t mind that Zach answered for her. Or that he slid his hand around her waist and held her possessively against his side. She belonged to him and she had no problem letting the world know.

  He held the limo door open and waited for her to slide in. She expected him to pounce on her the moment they
were alone. Instead, he lounged on his side of the long seat, his eyes on her.

  He watched her almost clinically, one hand fisted on his thigh, like a predator assessing which part of her to attack first. Her mouth received its fair share of intense focus, followed by her breasts, her thighs and legs.

  By the time they rolled beneath the columned portico of The Indigo Bangkok Hotel, her heated core had commenced a desperate, hungry clenching that would drive her insane until Zach assuaged her hunger.

  The trip up to their Penthouse suite passed in a haze of heated anticipation and harsh breathing.

  The door had barely shut behind them before he hoisted her up against him. She immediately slid her hands into his hair, luxuriated in the slide of the thick strands through her fingers.

  Hungry eyes fixated on her lips. “Give me your tongue,” he rasped.

  Excitement shot through her. She opened her mouth and slowly traced the outline of his soft, firm lips.

  “More,” he ordered.

  She pushed between his lips, seeking the merciless stab of his tongue. He kept it from her, making her work her way in. She found it, and tasted him. Slow and hot and erotic. His arms tightened where they were banded under her ass and he moaned long and deep.

  The sound sizzled like lightning through her bloodstream, stinging her nipples and raking deliciously through her belly to flash against her clit. Gripping his hair tighter, she gave him everything she had.

  And he took it.

  She had a vague sensation of being carried deeper into the suite. Seconds later, she found herself on the wide, waist-high marble center isle in their dressing room.

  Rough hands lowered her zipper and cool air washed over her shoulders as her dress was lowered to her waist. Then large hands gripped her and the kiss took a turn for bruising. He ate her mouth like it was his favorite treat and he was intent on gorging himself sick.

  Just when she thought she would burst into flames from the scorching assault, Zach stepped back. The look in his eyes was unapologetically carnal and voracious. He shrugged out of his dinner jacket and kicked his shoes away. The smooth, bronzed column of his throat and chest bared as he unbuttoned his shirt. Her mouth watered just watching him undress.

  “You look hungry, Peaches.”

  Her eyes dropped to his flat nipples and she licked her lips. “Ravenous.”

  His smile was pure male satisfaction as he made short work of getting naked.

  Taking a step forward, he reached for her dress. “Up.”

  She lifted her hips. He pulled down her dress and panties and dislodged her shoes, all in one go. She lowered her ass to the smooth surface and waited, breath locked in her throat as he strolled to a dresser drawer and pulled it open.

  He turned, and her belly clenched hard.

  “What’s that?” she gasped.

  His smile turned a lot wicked and her heart leapt into her throat. “A little something I had specially designed for you.”

  He dropped the leather gadget and the tube of lube next to her. Then he cupped her breasts, and slanted his mouth over hers again. His merciless fingers teased her nipples, tugged and grazed until wet heat bloomed between her legs.

  Planting himself between her legs, he pulled her closer. Her sex grazed the top of his pelvis. She flushed as he looked down and noted her shameless state.

  “Do you know how fucking thrilling it is to see you so wet for me?” he growled. Long fingers drifted down her midriff and slid through the tiny triangle of hair on her pubic bone before his thick knuckle grazed her clit. “Open wider for me.”

  Her legs parted further. Her man wasn’t satisfied. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he raised her legs and planted her feet on the marble top.

  Bethany bit her lip. She’d been exposed many times to Zach’s avid gaze but tonight there was something in his eyes that set her pulse racing a little faster.

  And she still didn’t know what the gadget was he’d placed next to her--

  “Oh!” Her thoughts fractured as he plunged two rough fingers inside her. She was scrambling to deal with the decadent invasion when he bent his head and sucked her clit into his mouth. “God!”

  Just like he’d devoured her mouth minutes ago, he ate her without mercy. Tongue, teeth and fingers electrified her core, sending pleasure shooting into every nerve ending. He stripped her of every other thought except the terrifying beauty of what he was doing to her.

  He finger-fucked her hard and fast and merciless, his growls of pleasure against her swelling tissues pushing her close to the edge of her endurance in seconds.

  She came hard, screaming her pleasure until her throat stung raw. He lapped her climax with deep strokes of his tongue, an insatiable animal, greedy in his need for her every shiver and shudder.

  Before she’d fully come down from her high, he gripped her waist and lowered her from the marble top.

  “Turn around,” he ordered brusquely. The gleam in his eyes was brighter, heat scouring his sculpted cheekbones in a way that told her he was skating at the edge of his control.

  She turned her head, glanced at the gadget and shivered.

  “You’ll get your present soon enough, baby. First, turn around and grip the counter,” his voice dripped power, sex and hunger.

  He took his thick cock in his hand and stroked himself as he waited for her to comply. The moment she did, he stepped closer, bracing his powerful body over hers.

  One hand splayed into her hair to grip a handful and the other slid down between her legs. He spread her juices all over her sex, then higher, caressing over her butt hole.

  She jerked but he held her still. Slowly, he turned her head towards the leather, belt-like gadget. Laying his cheek against hers, he whispered, “You want to know what that is?” His fingers skated over her hole once more.

  Dark excitement screamed through her. “Yes.”

  “It’s a diamond-studded vibrating butt plug made for a priceless ass.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Jesus.

  Her legs weakened at another invasion and her temperature shot up when his teeth grazed her throat.

  Her eyelids fluttered at the raw sensation. “You had it made especially for me?”

  Why the thought blew her mind, she had no idea.

  “Your ass has been a source of singular indecent fascination to me from the moment you went up those stairs before me, Peaches. I get hard and excited just thinking about it.” He continued to spread her wetness over her pussy and butt hole. His cock rested thick and heavy against her crack and another memory triggered even more excitement.

  “Pick it up, baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear.

  Her shaky fingers reached for it. The leather belt was solid and expensive. The tail hung halfway between the loop, at the end of which hung the curved diamond-studded plug. The diamonds were smooth but cold to the touch.

  She didn’t insult him by asking if they were real. Zach Savage was too much of a connoisseur to settle for imitation.

  “Do you like it?” His fingers continued to send her mindless down below but their eyes were fixed on the glinting diamonds in her trembling hands.

  “I like it,” she replied.

  His forefinger caressed her. “Then say, thank you, Peaches.”

  An impish streak shot through her excitement. “Thank you, Peaches.”

  The smack on her ass was sharp and unexpected. Three more followed, bringing stinging tears to her eyes. Whimpering, she tried to raise her head.

  The fingers in her hair tightened. “Stay,” he rasped. “Take your punishment.”

  He smacked her some more. Unbelievably, she grew wetter. He pushed her forward. The tips of her breasts grazed the cold marble and excited goosebumps rose over her skin.

  He smacked her again, harder, then groaned as he caressed her stinging flesh. “Fuck, Peaches. Watching your ass turn pink is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do.”

  The slap of his hand on her ass was fast turning
into another favorite of hers too but she withheld that information and contented herself in rocking back against his rock hard erection. He jerked against her ass and a drop of pre-cum dripped into her crack.

  With another groan he stepped back. “It’s time, baby.”

  “Yes.”

  He grabbed the belt, secured it around her waist and tested the snug fit. The tail had dropped between her butt cheeks, the diamonds cold against her ass.

  She turned and watched as he parted her and brought the head of the lubed plug against her sensitive hole.

  His face was taut with withheld control and a deep, dark hunger she’d never seen before.

  When his eyes met hers, the grey depths were almost black with need. Harsh breaths rippled from his lips as his other hand reached down and circled her pussy in slow caresses. “Relax, Peaches,” he crooned.

  She forced even breaths into her lungs. He watched her face with keen eyes, gauging her breaths. As she breathed out, he pressed down on the plug and shoved two fingers inside her.

  “Zach!” Sensation like she’d never known tore up her spine, shoving her onto her toes. “Oh God, I can’t--”

  “Take it!” He held his thumb down, his thighs parting her legs wider to step closer. “Take me!” He pinned her to the hard surface and surged inside her. His voice, low and feral rolled roughly over her. “Take me and know that I am yours.” His thickness bruised the walls of her sex, filling her, pleasuring her fully and unapologetically. The newer sensation of the plug made its presence known with each thrust, sending a different sort of pleasure twining around that of being thoroughly fucked by a consummate expert.

  “Christ, you’re so tight, so amazing.”

  “Only for you.”

  His breath rushed out, bathing her neck in warmth as both hands circled her waist. “Tell me you adore me, Bethany.” His voice was still razor rough with need, whatever edge he was riding taking complete hold of him. He fucked himself deep, deeper, and she felt his body tremble against her. The knowledge that he was as caught up in the sensations riding her made her heart swell and turn over.