Initiate Me(31)

Oh, shit!

The imagery his words brought to my mind was totally X-rated and not to mention forbidden. My clit swelled. I tried to maintain my cool composure, but when his fingers pushed aside the elastic of my G-string, his middle finger found its way through my wet folds and sank all the way to the knuckle inside my heat that was it. I totally lost all control, and I didn’t care.

“Fuck, look at you, angel. Just look at you. Your pussy is swollen and slick. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

When a second finger joined the first, my hips moved, matching his pumping rhythm. After thrusting several times, he brought both fingers all the way out. I wanted to beg him to shove them back in again; damn, it felt so good. But my words died on my tongue as I watched him suck my juices off each individual digit.

“You taste sweet, but I don’t think that quite satisfied my appetite. I’ll need another sample of the goods, just to feed my addiction.” He spread me wide, moving my G-string completely out of the way and dipping his head between my thighs, sweeping his tongue over my swollen clit.

I arched upwards and he was there, holding me down, both hands gripping my hips. I moaned and writhed under his assault. His tongue dipped in and out, tasting and sweeping me into another realm. I went wild when he sucked my clit into his mouth and blew on it. Once, twice, and I detonated, shouting his name.

He stayed there for long seconds after my orgasm ended, relishing the little aftershocks. Then he lifted his head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “You are so fucking beautiful, angel.”

I let my eyes drift closed. Then his weight lifted and I opened them again, curious as to what he was going to do next. I watched him standing beside the sofa, an impressive erection tenting the front of his pants. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to reach out and fondle him. With tentative fingers, I reached out to do so and moved my hand decisively to the hard outline of his dick. The zipper was just within my reach. If I could just slide it down I’d get to see him. I knew Zane was unusually large; you could see it. He enjoyed the way I sucked in my breath as I watched him and he grew bigger before my eyes as I stroked him through his pants. Suddenly, he leaned down, kissed me on the lips and murmured, “Sleep tight, angel.”

What the hell? He was just going to walk away and leave me? Shock and mortification filled me as he walked to the door. As he turned the handle, I found my voice. “That’s it?” I sat up and grabbed my wrinkled shirt. “You’re fucking leaving?”

He smirked at me. “I told you before; I am not rushing this. The rest will be waiting for you when we get to Queensland. If you want me to teach you, angel, you’ll have to come and get it.”





Chapter Nine


MIA

When he opened the door and walked out, I saw red. Queensland. He wants to wait for Queensland! My mind was already churning with all the ways to make Zane squirm. “We’ll just see who caves first.” I got up from the couch and went to the bedroom. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top before picking up my phone.

I needed to talk to Jada. I needed someone level-headed. But I didn’t want to bother her so I called Milan instead.

Damn, all I got was her message bank. I then tried Jada’s number but I was so angry, my fingers were shaking.

“Hi, Mia. How are you?”

“He makes me crazy!” I shouted.

“Uh, it might help if you start by telling me who you are talking about and exactly what happened.” Jada’s matter-of-fact tone never failed to calm me. “Zane, he was just here.”

“Zane? As in Max’s bestie, the one who has the hots for you? That Zane? Details now!” she demanded.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a tub of Maggie Beer’s chocolate ripple ice cream from the fridge. “He wanted to talk about my proposition.”

“So he came to the house? Couldn’t he have waited and asked you at work on Monday?”

I made myself comfortable on the sofa and groaned. Oh, God, I could still smell his masculine scent. It was going to be a really long night and weekend. “Well, we sort of did more than talk.”

“Oh, my God. Did you sleep with him?”

I felt my cheeks heat. I loved Jada, but sometimes she seemed to have a way of making me feel like an unruly teenager. I opened the tub of ice cream and shoved a huge spoonful into my mouth. It was decadent, and it was going directly to my thighs but I didn’t care one little bit. “No, I didn’t sleep with him. I am over eighteen, though. I’m allowed to have sex. I don’t need your permission, Jada!”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re like a sister to me and I look out for you, just like you do for me,” she reminded me. “Okay, so, you didn’t have sex. What did you do?