Page 56 of Help Wanted

“Yes, sweetheart?” Oh. God. He’d called her sweetheart.

“Is it rude if I have more orgasms than you?” she panted while he laughed, the sensation of his laughter while he was inside her made her gasp with pleasure.

“Take as many as you can get.” He kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw and her neck.

It didn’t take her long to test him on his generous offer.

Certainly she was being selfish. She should do something for him. She’d serviced a man before—she knew how—and while she hadn’t really enjoyed it before, she thought that might be different now. With Zane. “Let me…” She wiggled again, but Zane kept her firmly in place under him.

“Stay still and come for me again, Kenley.” At his words, she gave in. She pressed up off the bed, meeting each trust eagerly until her legs could no longer support her, and she slid back down to the mattress.

Zane’s pace sped up and with a loud groan he pushed into her as far as he could before he collapsed. The heat he released into her like pulses of fire.

Her breathing was so loud. It might have been embarrassing except that Zane was just as out of breath.

“I can’t believe I waited so long. Had I known it would be so great…” She shook her head, and he laughed.

“I’ve created a monster,” he said, propping himself up so he was looking at her. She didn’t shy away from his gaze. Instead she looked back at him, feeling invincible and happy.

“Is it always like this?” she asked. No way could everyone have sex like that. No one would ever want to do anything else. Nothing would ever get done.

He chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t push for details. Being with him was enough.

“I still can’t figure out how you made it this long without having sex. Every guy you dated had to be all over you,” he said.

“I didn’t really date much in high school. And in college they would drink too much and forget they didn’t have sex with me, or worse; think they did.” She frowned. “When I got out of school I was determined to find Mr. Right. But it wasn’t easy finding someone who was the complete package. Especially when my list was extremely unrealistic. And then I started working right out of college, and was too busy to date. When I did, it was just one or two times at the most.

“I can’t tell you how many times I almost went for it on the first date, just to get it over with. But I couldn’t. I knew special was overrated, but I still didn’t want to have regrets.”

“And do you have any?” he asked as he brushed his fingers through her hair.

“No. Not one.”

He leaned over and kissed her softly.

“We should get some sleep.” He pulled her against him and put his face in her hair. Kissing her neck, he mumbled a goodnight and they drifted off together.

Hands down, it was the most amazing night of her life. Maybe special wasn’t so overrated after all.

* * *

Zane woke before Kenley. She was curled up next to him, her long blond hair covering her face. Slowly, so as not to wake her, he moved the strands so he could look at her.

She looked like an angel, or a sleeping princess, or any of those things only guys who were whipped would think when they looked at a woman. Except this was different.

What would she want from him? What would he be willing to give? As he watched her sleep, anxiety crept in.

How long before she moved on to someone else, leaving him in shambles? Worse, he’d just opened her up to a whole new world. Surely she would want to explore it fully.

He’d nearly thought himself into a panic when his phone rang. It was on the floor in his pants, but he could hear it blaring his sister’s ring tone. Hearing the theme song that accompanied Darth Vader’s entrance made him cringe instinctually.

He snuggled in closer to Kenley as she shifted from the disruption. A call from the President of the United States wouldn’t get him out of that bed. Not while he was sharing it with the most amazing woman he’d ever known.

But Sidney called again. By the third time, Kenley stirred and looked up. A happy smile crossed her face when she saw him.

“What is that?” she asked as the phone rang again.

“My sister is calling me. Just ignore it.”