“Do it, baby,” he said. “Let me hear you come.”
She moaned as the blissful pleasure erupted through her, her nerve endings exploding in ecstasy.
He groaned and tensed against her, then pulsed inside her.
She leaned against him, gasping for air. He kissed the top of her head, then drew back. His big cock slipped from inside her.
He grinned. “I bet you’ve worked up an appetite for that pizza.”
She tugged down her skirt and he helped her fasten her blouse buttons before he returned to the control panel and pressed another button that started the elevator again.
“Where did you get the key?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I have a frien
d who knows a guy.”
She arched an eyebrow. Clearly, Zeke had some interesting friends.
As the elevator moved upward, Zeke leaned over and picked something up from the floor.
“Here, you might want these.”
She stared at his hand to see her white panties. Her cheeks flushed at the thought she’d almost left them lying on the elevator floor. When she reached for them, he closed his fingers around them and tucked them into his pocket and winked.
“A little souvenir.”
Souvenir? Did that mean he figured their relationship wouldn’t last very long? Did he just consider her a short-term distraction?
* * *
As soon as Marie opened the door, Jade trotted up to her and meowed.
“Hey there, little fella.” Zeke picked up Jade and stroked her, immediately triggering a loud rumbling purr. “How about I feed the fur-ball—”
“Jade.” Why couldn’t guys keep track of a cat’s name or gender?
“Right.” He stroked behind Jade’s ears and she tipped her head up, her eyelids falling closed. The purring got louder. “I’ll go feed Jade and order the pizza, while you change.”
Marie went into her bedroom and changed from her work clothes, then returned to the living room and settled beside Zeke. Jade draped herself over Zeke’s lap until the pizza arrived, then Marie and Zeke enjoyed dinner.
Marie popped the last of the pizza slice into her mouth and leaned back on the couch while she chewed thoughtfully, watching Zeke take a swig from his bottle of beer. That escapade in the elevator had been absolutely sensational. And not just the location. Remembering the way he’d commanded her still sent thrills through her.
A part of her was uncertain, though. Women had worked so hard for so long to ensure they were respected and treated as equals to men. Why did the thought of a man ordering her around … treating her like a plaything … turn her on?
“Zeke, this thing we’re doing … with me calling you Master…”
He put his beer down and his intense gaze locked on her.
She tugged on her thumb, not sure exactly what to say. “I … uh … really like it.”
“Good.”
“But … I don’t want you to think that—”
He tugged her into his arms and kissed her, his mouth mastering hers, his tongue pushing between her lips and swirling inside. It was cool, with the yeasty taste of beer. She caressed it with her own tongue, her lips moving in response to his.
Then he drew back.