Zeke laughed. “C’mon, Harley girl. I want to bend you over in those short shorts and eat your ass before shoving my c**k so deep in your p***y, you come on contact.”
Zeke tugged her through the crowds, heading for a bank of private elevators at the back of the market. The guard checked their badges with a nod and let them pass. A convention concierge unlocked the elevator bank with a keycard, and the three stepped into the car before the doors slid closed.
“This is your private elevator for the duration of the convention, sir.” The concierge nodded, handing Zeke the keycard. “My direct number is on the back. Text me with whatever you need or want, and I’ll see to it.”
Alexa pressed her face to Zeke’s neck with a grin. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to f**k a billionaire ner
