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Authors: W. Lynn Chantale

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“Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good. There’s a small matter we need to discuss,” he said. His voice was soft, yet held a hint of danger to which her body instantly responded.

She lifted her head. “What’s that?”

In one swift motion Zach pulled her across his lap and jerked up her skirt. Cool air skittered across her exposed cheeks, increasing the immediate ache between her legs. He caressed her buttocks, his large hand warm as he moved his palm over her skin in a circular motion. Trisha couldn’t stop a moan from escaping.

“You’re not wearing any panties.”

She squirmed, twisting her head and blowing her hair from her face to look at him. “I thought it would get your attention.”

He brought his hand down. The slap was loud enough to fill the silence of the limo but not hard enough to hurt, yet everything in her clamored for more. She pushed against the hand cupping her warming butt cheek.

“It most certainly did.” And he swatted her again, before rubbing his hand against her stinging flesh. He stroked her swollen slit, which earned him another moan. “Did I find something you like?”

“You know you did.” She wiggled and he placed his forearm across her shoulder blades.

“I like you just like this.”

“Well, someone is going to see.” Despite her protest, she didn’t want him to stop. There was something decadent and wickedly sinful about being laid across his lap waiting for him to spank her.

He wound a handful of her hair around his hand and gently tugged her head back until she met his hot stare. “He’ll keep driving until I tell him to stop or we run out of gas.” He claimed her mouth even as he plunged his fingers deep.

She whimpered while riding his hand. He withdrew and delivered three stinging swats to each cheek. The sensations he created alternated between sharp upward blows and soothing caresses. She craved more with each stroke of his hand. Once more he found her clit. He circled the hidden bud, teasing her, driving her wild, and just when she thought he would send her over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, lowered her skirt and returned her to a sitting position.

“No!” she practically wailed. She’d been so close to orgasm and he’d stopped.

He chuckled. “A few more minutes won’t kill you.”

She shifted on the seat, clenching her thighs together in an effort to relieve the ache. Facing him she pressed her body to his, her breasts tight against his chest as she straddled his lap. He held her hips, preventing her from grinding against his hard bulge.

“It might.”

He chuckled. “You can wait. I have such plans for you.”

“But I don’t want to wait.” How could he sit there so calmly when every cell in her body yearned for his touch?

He moved his hands to cup her breasts. “But waiting heightens the anticipation.”

She moaned when he swiped his thumbs over the taut peaks. “So not fair.”

“No?”

She stared into his eyes, which were alive with passion and excitement. He made her feel so good, and the insides of her thighs were slick with her heat. She ached to have him inside her.

“Then we’ll do this your way.”

A calculated gleam flickered beneath the passion in his eyes and Trisha swallowed. She’d seen that look before, last night in the club. What did Zach have planned this time? For one long, breathless moment his gaze stayed riveted on hers. He released her.

“Take off your clothes.”

She stiffened, glancing around the empty moving limo. He couldn’t be serious.

A cocky smirk creased his lips and he winged a brow. A silent challenge. Well, she’d show him.

Squaring her shoulders, she unzipped and wiggled out of her dress and was rewarded by a quick flash of his teeth. She struggled with the hook and eye on her bustier, before discarding the lingerie. Cool leather cradled her skin.

He reached in the ice bucket and held up a cube. With a smile, he rubbed the ice against her lips, before kissing her. The cold melted away as his hot mouth warmed her. She moaned when he dragged the ice across one nipple until the peak ached and throbbed, then did the same to the other. His mouth followed and she placed a hand on the back of his head. She hissed when his teeth nipped the sensitive tip. He slid off the seat, wrapping his arms around her waist, poising her on the edge of the cushion.

He knelt between her thighs, allowing his cold fingers to slide into her hot wet pussy. She closed her eyes. She never knew how much heat she produced until he wiggled his fingers inside her.

So good. “Zach.”

He pushed her thighs wider as he grabbed another ice cube and rubbed it against her clit. She arched against him as he moved the ice in and out of her, whimpering when he thrust it deep. The cold permeated every cell of her body. He moved up her body, his mouth sucking the hard peaks of her breasts as his fingers thrust another cube into the welcoming depths of her body. She moaned, his teeth grazing the underside of her soft globes.

“That’s it, baby.” He fumbled with his pants, jerking them off and rolling on a condom. He slid on the seat beside her and drew her into his lap. “Ride me, sweetheart. Show me how hot I make you.”

She straddled his thighs as his large hands went to her breasts and squeezed the amber globes. Slowly she lowered onto his length. The heat of him sent a shudder through her body as she slid down, settling him deeper.

He dipped his head to her breast, tugging the nipple with his teeth. She moaned as she lifted her hips and slid down again. He drifted a hand over the curve of her hip before landing a stinging slap on her bare ass cheek.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” A shy smile creased her lips as her hair fell over her shoulder. He wound the tendrils around his fist.

He sucked hard on her nipple as her hips bucked. She dropped her head on his damp shoulder as a wave of pleasure so intense swamped her and dragged her under, tumbling her over and over before sending her floating on a choppy wave. He flipped her to the seat, drawing her legs over his arms, and thrust deep.

She tried to squirm away from his rough thrusts, but his fingers held her in place taking each shuddering stroke of his hips. She gripped his arms, arching her back as he moved in and out, scraping already oversensitive folds. A keening cry escaped her lips as she spasmed around him, and he climaxed pulsing deep inside her, chasing away the last of the cold. He collapsed beside her, panting.

“It can’t be like this all the time.” She stroked his back.

“Why not?”

He rolled to his side, pressing her against the seat cushions, tangling her legs with his. He spread her hair against his arm.

“Well, you either have the coveted handbook on how to please a woman or I’ve been doing something wrong.”

“You’ve done everything right, much to my enjoyment.” He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She arched against him. “And as far as that handbook, I listen.” He swirled his tongue around her tit and she sighed. “When I do that or this…” He stroked her clit and a shudder whispered through her body. “You want more, but this…” He tickled the underside of her arm and she tried to wiggle away. “Totally turns you off.”

“Wow.”

He pressed his lips to hers. “You drive me crazy.” He eased from the seat and discarded the spent condom.

She smirked and propped her head in her hand. “Likewise.”

He tossed her a grin over his shoulder. “You should get dressed. We’ll be at our destination soon.”

Trisha glanced out the window and realized they were nowhere near their hotel. “Where are we?”

“I thought my place would provide you with a little more peace of mind.” He motioned for her to turn around and he hooked the clasps on her bustier.

“Your place?”

“Yeah. I thought we’d finish the weekend there.” Vulnerability clung to his eyes. “I hope that’s okay?”

She leaned over and kissed him. “I’d love to see your place.” She wiggled into her dress.

“Would you now?” He zipped her dress.

“I’d like to see if you’re the proverbial bachelor.”

“Are you in for a surprise.” He smoothed a curl from her face. “You look like you’ve been ravaged in the backseat of a limo.”

She chuckled.

“I can’t wait to go inside and do it again.”

”Ready again?”

He grabbed her hand and placed her palm over the bulge in his pants.

“I...”

He placed a finger against her lips. “I want you and when I get you inside I promise you’ll beg for me to satisfy you.”

She parted her lips and sucked his finger in her mouth. His eyes widened when she swirled her tongue around the tip. She let the digit slide from her mouth and scooted closer to the door. Holding his gaze she tucked a curl behind her ear. “I’d love to see you try.”

He flashed her a wicked smile and she knew she was in trouble. Despite her bravado she wanted to see exactly what he would do to make her beg.

The car lurched over a speed bump as it entered the parking structure, made a wide circle around the pillars, then came to a smooth stop beside an elevator. She slipped her shoes on just as Jonas opened the door. He spared her a cursory glance. Heat touched her cheek, though if he realized what had transpired in the backseat he gave no indication.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re very welcome.”

Zach stood behind her, a hand at the small of her back. “Relax. You look fine,” he whispered. “Thank you, Jonas. I think that will be all for the evening.”

Jonas nodded and closed the door.

Zach removed a plastic card from his wallet and inserted it into the key reader next to the elevator. The doors whooshed open.

“Wow. Your very own elevator.”

He ushered her into the car and again swiped his card. The doors closed and they were whisked upwards. A moment later they stepped into a quiet hallway with five doors, two of which had exit signs above them.

“I warn you, I don’t spend much time in my place.” He twisted the lock and shouldered open the door.

She followed him inside and stopped. The brief foyer opened into a huge sunken living room decorated with lots of black leather furniture with glass and chrome tables. A large flat screen was mounted to a wall opposite a comfy recliner. Just beyond the living room she could make out the kitchen and the edge of a stainless steel appliance.

“Definitely not what I had in mind.” She walked farther into the room. The bouquet of flowers he’d given her earlier sat in a vase on the coffee table. She whirled to find him just behind her. “How did you do that?”

He chuckled. “I had Jonas bring everything here while we were at the comedy club.”

“Jonas seems like more than just your driver.” She fingered the petals.

Zach inclined his head. “He’s my right hand man. The only person I trust to drive me or to be in my home.”

Trisha wandered across the room to the fireplace. Now that she was closer she could make out a few of the framed service awards. Before she could lift one of the frames, he grasped her hand.

“C’mon, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

Showing her the rest of the place consisted of pointing out the kitchen as he led her up three short steps and down a wide hallway to the master bedroom. She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light when he clicked on a nearby lamp. Centered in the middle of the wall was a king-size platform bed. On the far left, a chaise sat in front of a fireplace, the wood arranged in the hearth, just waiting for a match. A bureau sat to her right just inside the door.

There was no television, but what appeared to be a retro sound system sat on top of the bureau. This was confirmed when Zach picked up a remote and Keith Sweat’s “Nobody” wafted through the hidden speakers.

“Your place is really nice,” she said.

“I’m glad you like it. Make yourself comfortable.”

She kicked off her shoes, then faced him. “Do you spend any time here?”

He chuckled. “Sure. Why do you ask?” He cupped her elbow and ushered her across the room to another door.

“You don’t have a lot of personal items.” She stifled a gasp of pleasure as they stepped onto a screened balcony. “This is lovely.” The cement was still warm beneath her toes

A waist high wall offered a modicum of privacy while a ceiling fan pushed enough of the warm air around to make standing outside comfortable. She skirted the wrought iron table and chairs to peer across the inky water.

She rested her arms against the rough stone and looked down. Foamy white waves swirled and dashed on the jagged rocks below. The heat of Zach’s body warmed her back.

“I haven’t spent enough time here to really personalize my space. I’m usually at work.”

Trisha leaned against him and he circled his arms around her waist.

“I want to see.”

He tilted his head to the side and reached for her.

Trisha scrambled backwards. If he touched her now, she wouldn’t get a chance to find out.

“See what?” He loosened his tie.

“Your tattoo.”

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