Within moments of doing so, Zane could feel the tiny tremors of her pussy as his body built towards its climax. When it hit, Serena’s body grew taut mere seconds before clasping his cock. Her body held him so tightly he had no choice but to follow with an orgasm of his own. Even afterward, he could feel the tiny spasms that continued to rack Serena’s body and knew that the position he was in was right where he always wanted to be.
After regaining his breath, Zane removed the toys and the washbasin to the bathroom leaving behind only the paper bag. It still held a few items Zane was sure would come in handy at a later date.
Zane climbed back into bed and pulled Serena to him spoon fashion. He lifted her leg until it rested on his thigh then worked his already hard shaft back into her still wet pussy.
“Zane?” she asked drowsily.
“Shh, it’s okay. I just need to feel you, baby. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said then buried his nose in her hair. Her soft sigh was like music to his ears as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
The next few weeks flew by in a blur of activity. Sometimes it seemed as if her life had been flipped upside down. So much change in such a short amount of time made her head whirl.
And yet, some things in her life hadn’t changed at all. She still worked hard doing a job she loved. Only soon, she would be doing it from Texas.
Zane was keeping longer hours preparing for the move. Even while working such hours in preparation to move his business, he never neglected what Serena considered to be her lessons.
She smiled at the thought. Often over the past few weeks, she’d pushed Zane. Just enough to see what she could get away with. It amazed her just how much she was willing to trust him. How easy it was to give herself to him over and over again, night after night.
At first, she worried about following through with this new sensual side to their relationship. Would Zane ask too much from her? Would he not ask enough, leaving her wanting and needing more? Would her needs bring back memories of her ex, a relationship better left in the past?
Now she knew the answer to all the questions pounding through her head.
He may push but he’d never ask for more than I’m willing to give, she realized. A small shiver went up her spine. Never had she been left wanting unless it was what she considered to be part of the learning experience.
She recognized it early on. Like a kid in a candy store, she wanted to gorge on everything in sight only to be left with a bellyache. Zane had insisted on patience. Sometimes he was as hard-pressed as she was to hold out. To let the passion build until it could no longer be held. In those instances, she would writhe and plead for him to finish with her. To give her the release her body so desperately needed.
Then there were the times where she wanted to wring his neck. He always held so tightly to his control. Even when he was so hot and hard he could do no less than take her with deep, hard, animalistic thrusts, he was still in control.
To think that he could accomplish such control while she screamed with the intensity of her release made her see red.
No matter how hard she tried, his wicked tongue, nimble fingers and engorged cock were always too much.
She longed to see him deep in the throes of passion. To see him lose his control. It would happen very soon, even if she had to push a bit more than she was comfortable pushing to get him there.
Going into this type of relationship was new. She was well aware they wouldn’t always agree, but this new side of him, the autocratic side he’d never shown before, was sometimes very hard to deal with, Serena thought, as she felt her smile turn to a frown.
Thinking back to last night, Serena followed their discussion from beginning to end through her mind and was still in shock over the outcome.
Her nipples peaked and goose bumps skittered across her skin in response.
He’d walked through the door to her office at half past seven last night. It had been a rough day and the medication she’d taken for the thrumming in her head was wearing off.
She sat bent over her keyboard typing furiously trying to ignore the fact that someone else was in the room. If she could just get the rest of the information saved before she lost her train of thought, she would be finished for the night. But that wasn’t to happen evidently.
“Rena,” he said as he kissed the side of her neck, which was stiff with stress.
“Just a minute, Zane,” she answered not aware of the curtness in her voice.
It had taken no more words. Zane reached over her, pressing the appropriate keys to save her work while holding her hands still. When she’d turned to him, furious at the interruption, he’d silenced her with a harsh kiss.
“It’s late, Serena. You can finish tomorrow.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why you…you,” she sputtered completely oblivious of his growing arousal.
“Be quiet, baby,” he growled.
“I will not be quiet. And you had no right to do that, dammit! I wasn’t done.”
She no sooner got the words out of her mouth than she found herself hauled up and out of her chair to be plastered against Zane’s solid length.
One hand was tangled in her hair. She felt the pull at her scalp, but gave no consideration to it. She was angry and was spoiling for a fight. Now was as good a time as any, she remembered thinking. Then all hell had broken loose.
She felt a telling dampness between her thighs as memories paraded, one after another, through her mind.
While one large hand had held her head immobile, the other cupped her denim-clad backside pressing her close. He ground his hips into hers making it impossible to ignore the bulge beneath his zipper.
Just about the time she was ready to give in—to melt against him, he said, “I want you ready when I come home, Serena. That’s why I called earlier, to let you know I was on my way.” His voice was gruff, commanding and the use of her full name let her know he meant business.
She wanted to rant and rave, but every time she opened her mouth, he silenced her. Finally, she freed her mouth from his. Placing her hands flat against his chest, she pushed. The rock-hard wall of his chest was warm under her palm, but it didn’t budge an inch. All she managed was to arch her upper body away from him. In the process, she brought their lower bodies impossibly closer together.
Serena gasped as Zane once again began to lower his head.
“Zane, wait!” Something in her voice must have alerted him. His head stilled mid-swoop.
Nervously, she smoothed her hands against the shirt stretched tight over his chest and tried not to breathe too deeply of his mesmerizing scent.
When he finally loosened his hold, she continued. “You said you’d listen to me, Zane. But every time I try to talk you kiss me.”
She could tell he was struggling not to laugh. The darned man was infuriating!
His full lips quirked up at one side. “Go ahead, baby. I’m listening,” he crooned.
Now that she had his full attention, she couldn’t think of what she’d wanted to say. His loose hold in no way masked his arousal or allowed her freedom. The burgeoning length of him was hard to miss at any distance.
Heat flashed behind his cool façade making her hunger for what he had to offer.
Serena buried her face in his chest inhaling deeply. It did nothing to help clear her head of wayward thoughts.
His fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up until her eyes met his.
“Say what you want to say, Rena. If you keep rubbing up against me like that, I’ll take you right here on your desk.”
He was getting impatient. She could tell by the tenseness of his jaw, the way his hands flexed and relaxed against her body.
Good, make him wait. She’d given in to his every whim over the past few weeks, it wouldn’t hurt him to wait just a little bit.
You may have given in to his every whim, her mind taunted, but you’ve received pleasure back tenfold.
His arm t
ightened around her as his head slowly lowered. He stopped when his mouth was just a breath away from hers causing her skin to prickle with awareness.
“You’re running out of time,” he said as his palm kneaded her backside.
“Please, Zane. I can’t think when you hold me this close,” she said pulling away from him, giving a silent prayer of thanks that he’d let her go. She paced away, placing the entire length of the room between them. It was purely a defense mechanism. She needed room to breathe, to think. To be out of Zane’s grasp and to keep her senses clear until she said what she needed to say.
“I know you called, but I lost track of time.”
Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed.
“It’s been a long day and it seems like nothing’s gone right. Then, you just waltz right up and shut my computer down like what I do doesn’t matter.”
She was getting angry all over again. The blood was pumping in her veins making the pounding in her head more pronounced. There was little she could do to stop it.
* * * * *
Agitation showed in every movement she made. From the rigid set of her shoulders to the furrow between her daintily tweezed brows. Her white-knuckled hands were fisted and resting on the swell of her hips, which were cocked sassily to one side, foot tapping a fast-paced staccato.
She was royally pissed and beyond gorgeous. The flush high on her cheeks, pouty kiss-swelled lips and the flash of her emerald eyes made her look like a wanton goddess. Damn but he wanted to sit her on the smooth surface of the desk and settle himself between her thighs.
Serena in a snit was a glorious sight to behold. No longer could he hold back so he started for her. Slow and steady, he made his way across the room. He watched as warily, Serena took several small steps in retreat. When she could go no further, she started moving to the side.
Zane had the hardest time containing the laugh eager to burst forth. He was curious as to where she thought she was going. Casually, as if he had no care in the world, he stopped his forward progress.
Serena’s eyes narrowed. She was waiting. He could see the wheels spinning, trying to figure out what his next move would be. When he moved away from her, in the direction of the door, she made to move back to the chair at her desk. But when the lock clicked into place, she froze. She was so still, he wasn’t sure she was even breathing.
Once again, he moved toward her. “I said I’d listen and I did. I never said a thing about agreeing though, which I don’t,” he said as he advanced upon her.
“This is our time, Rena. Time to learn what we thought we knew. I won’t have work getting in the way of our future whether it’s your work or mine. The sooner you learn that, the easier it’ll be.”
He thought steam would soon be flowing from her ears as red as her face was. Her body nearly vibrated with anger. About the time he finished his little speech, she made a beeline for the door.
This time he did chuckle, he couldn’t help himself. Her antics were nothing less than entertaining. Upon hearing his laugh, Serena turned on him and advanced, completely forgetting her need to flee the room.
Her small finger poked his chest in time with her words.
“I-don’t-care-what-you-think,” she enunciated slowly as if he were slow in the head all the while poking his chest with a manicured nail. He wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to laugh or paddle her ass. Her next words made his decision.
“I’m going to finish my work now. If you’re so damned hard up you can’t wait until I’m done, then go fuck yourself!”
A deep, rumbling bark of laughter filled the room. He’d never seen the little hellion so pissed. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for. A legitimate reason to get his hands on that cute little ass of hers.
He held out a hand to her, raising an eyebrow when she didn’t comply with his silent demand. He could sense her confusion—it made his lust stronger.
His shaft twitched with the strength of his arousal. He wanted her to fight him. To kick and scream, first with uncertainty tinged with fear and later from sheer pleasure. A pleasure almost as hot as her bottom would soon be.
“Don’t make me come for you, baby. I can’t guarantee you’ll like the outcome,” he threatened in an ominously quiet voice.
She backed further away from him. “Zane?”
He circled his wary prey. Once around her, he leaned against the still locked door and crossed his arms over his chest. All outward appearances showed him to be in complete control. Loose-limbed and relaxed from head to toe. Only he knew the truth.
He was hotter than a schoolboy making a play for his first score. Silently, he hoped with everything in him that she didn’t call his bluff. He wanted her to come to him of her own free will.
He was one hundred percent sure she wouldn’t enjoy herself right off, but everything he’d learned of her in the past few weeks told him she would absolutely love the heat and arousal she’d gain in the semi-forced scenario he planned to see through.
Giving Serena a brief respite, he remained leaning against the door trying to force every ounce of concentration from within his lust-filled brain, trying to retain his composure. Slowly, he willed every muscle in his body to relax. Every muscle obeyed the silent command except for the important one. The one tenting his trousers in defiant erectness.
Once again, he held out his hand and once again, she backed away. It was quite comical and he might have laughed if his senses weren’t on such high alert. There was no way the sassy-mouthed vixen was going to get away from him.
“Serena, baby. If I come get you, you’ll be over my knee so fast it won’t be enjoyable for either of us.”
He watched as her mouth fell open, revealing pearly white teeth and a pink tongue. It almost immediately snapped closed.
“Enjoyable,” she sputtered.
“Yes, enjoyable. Can you already feel it, Rena?” he asked in a near whisper as he closed the distance between them.
He kept her eyes glued to his, willing her to move toward him. His eyes bore into hers; he saw her shiver and knew he had her complete attention.
“I bet you’re already wet for me, baby. Just anticipating my hand on your ass is making you hot.”
Her head was shaking side to side. He interrupted before she had the chance to start protesting.
“Don’t tell me no,” he growled reminding her of his earlier warning. “And don’t lie to me. You’re so hot those luscious nipples of yours are already pouting at me.”
By the time he finished, he was close enough to test his theory. With the pad of his thumb, he grazed her left nipple through her clothes, wringing a gasp from deep inside her.
As his hand threaded through her hair, he was reminded of the softest silk. She was smooth all over. Inside and out. His penis dripped pre-cum at the thought of being buried within her silky depths. His mouth watered at her remembered taste. Sweet and musky, all woman and sensual as hell. The thought of feeling her smooth buttocks against his palm brought forth a rumbling groan.
Nostrils flared, Zane tugged her head back at the same time his free arm locked her body to his.
“I can smell your heat,” he said inhaling deeply. Leaning forward, he blew warm air into the curve where her neck and shoulder met feeling tiny bumps on her skin raise in response.
Then with a long, slow swipe of his tongue, he licked the lobe of her ear just above where his breath mingled with her scent. She melted in his arms causing him to grasp her even tighter.
She was right where he wanted her. Relaxed and aroused, now to get rid of her clothes.
As his mouth plundered hers, taking everything she gave and more, he lowered the zipper of her jeans, then worked them over the swell of her hips until they pooled at her feet.
Thankfully, there were no pantyhose to contend with and the tiny triangle that was her panties did little to detain him. Soon they joined her jeans, around her ankles on the floor.
She was so caught up in their scorching kiss and the fi
ngers rolling her nipple, she showed no sign that she realized he had just undressed her from the waist down.
She tasted of citrus and sunshine. The warm sounds she made as his tongue traced her lower lip damned near made him forget what he was doing. His body begged him to take her swiftly, but he had other plans.
With both hands, he held her head still for the pursuit of his mouth. She wiggled against him trying to get closer, to ride the thigh he’d just wedged between her legs.
He slowed the heated kiss until it was tender, yet thorough. He heard her sigh with contentment when one hand traveled the length of her spine until it reached the swell of her bottom where he squeezed once before a resounding slap filled the room.
When she cried out hands flying to cover her stinging parts, he let her go and slowly moved to the chair at her desk where he then sat.
“Take off your shirt and bra, baby. Then come here so we can do this the right way.”
“Zane?” she panted, hands still moving behind her.
He watched as Serena lifted first one foot and then the other, removing her jeans and panties from their tangled position around her ankles so that she could walk to him unencumbered.
“Now, Rena,” he said in a tone new to her. One that brooked no argument. Combined with the predatory look he knew was plastered across his face and he was sure she was wondering just what in the hell she’d gotten herself into.
Chapter Nine
She could feel her body tremble. She quivered with need, fear of the unknown and an arousal so deep she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to wade herself out of its depths.
When he stood from his seated position on her desk chair, her feet involuntarily gave a little hop. So much for showing only outward calm, she thought wryly when one brow lifted in response to her jerky movement.
Mesmerizing, that was what he was. She couldn’t have torn her eyes from his fluid movements to save her life. So, she stood like a stone statue and watched.
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