“He what?" She asked closing her eyes enjoying the way his teeth grazed her ear.
He took his sweet time answering her. Of course, she didn’t really care because what he was doing to her ear lobe had her entire soul humming.
“He likes to watch me tie a woman up and dominate her.”
The image he was creating was a little too much for her to deal with, but it was there now and there was a good chance she would dream about it tonight.
“R-really?” she asked.
“Yeah, and then, we fuck her until she can’t walk.”
She shivered again and tried to swallow. “Umm.”
“Or...we drive her crazy by making her watch us. Zee really does like a cock up his ass.”
Her brain was melting. And her body. That was melting too. Her panties were beyond damp and every sane thought she had evaporated. He tickled her lobe with his tongue. He smelled like sin and that is all she wanted to do. Sin. With him. And Zeke.
“Do you think you would like that, love?” He asked, his Irish lilt deepening over the words even more. Oh, lord, he was going to make her come just by talking to her and playing with her ear. What kind of man could do that? Apparently an Irishman because Maura was just about to lose it. He was dangerous with that mouth. She could just imagine what he would do with it on different parts of her body.
“Maura?” he asked and there was a hint of something else there. It was more of a demand and of course she responded.
“I-I’m not sure.”
He chuckled as he nuzzled her neck. Tendrils of need unfurled through her blood. He slipped his fingers along her jawline, then down to her breast. He hummed when he came in contact with her nipple. “I think you are, love.”
That was the truth. She could picture what he was describing and her body yearned. Her hormones were telling her to just hop on him and enjoy the ride. Hell, the man had her glasses fogged up. She wanted it so badly it scared her.
Maura grabbed onto what little sense she had left and said, “I--I need you to move.”
He paused. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. And, true to his word, he stepped back.
“You’re not playing games?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t have gotten both of us worked up if it was just a game, Maura. I don’t play that way…unless it’s for the job.”
He glanced down. She followed his line of vision and she saw his hardened cock easily through his jeans. She blushed.
“God, you are a joy,” he said. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. The simple kiss sent another jolt of lust racing through her blood. He pulled back and smiled. “You think about it. It’s a week. We can try it out, play…no worries. I have a feeling that you’ll have a really good time.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just think about it.” He took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I’ll see myself out.”
She didn’t move, couldn’t. She was so turned on she didn’t know if she could walk. She finally gathered herself enough to take a couple of steps. The glass he had drunk out of sat on the counter still. She grabbed it up and drank the remaining water down in one gulp.
She set it on the counter. The ideas that Rory had conjured up in her brain were never going to go away. Closing her eyes, they flashed there, tempting her. It was everything she could hope for. Zeke, and a hot Dom to make it all happen just as he had said.
She would have a really good time, but would her heart survive?
Chapter Three
Zeke rolled up his swim trunks and stuffed them into his suitcase with more force than he needed. Irritation inched down his spine. Zeke knew he should have known this was going to happen, but he thought this time would be different. Rory had promised, had told him that he was there to stay. It was one of the reasons he had hired him. They needed dependable people, and when he was there, really there, Rory was the most dependable person in the world.
Zeke heard the door open, knew it was Rory and said nothing.
“Zee,” he yelled.
Zeke hesitated. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood to deal with his lover at the moment. Rory had a habit of disappearing for long periods of time right before he vanished for several months. Zeke promised himself it would be the last time for that shit. This time, if Rory walked out of his life, he was cut off.
Rory stepped into the room. “You seem to be doing some damage to the clothes, there. What have they ever done to you?”
His tone told Zeke he was trying to keep that tone light. Zeke wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t even look at him. If he did, Zeke was pretty sure he would punch him in his fucking throat.
“What’s up?”