But Paul is nothing if not the consummate professional. So after a moment of gaping, he simply bows his head. "Zayne. Ms. Walker."
"Evening, Paul," Zayne says with a wink as we saunter past him, arms wrapped around each other's waists.
"Hello," I manage, still embarrassed, still feeling my cheeks burn white-hot. This is what it will be like if things go sour with Zayne, I remind myself. I'll have to walk past him every day, have awkward conversations like this one.
"Lovely night out," Paul is saying as he digs under the counter. "Ms. Walker, you had a package … "
Zayne shoots me a sideways grin. "What was that about you not ordering too much on Amazon?"
I narrow my eyes at him. "I'll pick it up tomorrow, thanks so much, Paul."
"Of course." His eyes trail us all the way to the elevator, and I wonder suddenly if there are security cameras in here. If he's going to see that we push floor 11, where Zayne must live, instead of floor 5, where I live.
"You aren't going to get in trouble for this, are you?" I ask, suddenly thinking about it. Is there some kind of rule against this? Dating the … customers, I guess?
Zayne only laughs and hits the door close button. "The only trouble we're getting into tonight is one another," he says, pinning me against the corner of the elevator with one arm on the glass behind me. I lean against the wall, looking up at him. I'm struck again by the way his sharp blue eyes pierce me, the way his body angles toward me to turn me on, light me up.
One way or another, tonight marks a turning point. Either this is a very, very bad decision-something the nervous rumble in my gut tells me it very well might be-or it's a different kind of bad decision. The kind that will give me sleepless nights thinking about it for days to come.
Either way, it's too late now. I've already jumped.
The elevator doors ding and slide open. We step out onto Zayne's floor, the 11th floor, a floor I've never been to in all my years living in this building so far. He crosses to his door, unlocks it, and I take a deep breath and fall straight into the deep end.
4
The second the door shuts behind us, Zayne shifts into alpha mode.
"Take off your dress."
Our eyes lock. I keep mine on him as I slowly reach for the hem of my dress. Catch it and raise it over my shoulders. Normally I'd be shy about undressing for a guy the first time, but something about the white-hot heat in Zayne's gaze doesn't allow for it. He wants me-bad. So why feel shy about letting him take what he wants?
I drop the dress beside me, standing in my panties and bra before him.
He paces around me in a slow circle, eyes darting up and down my body as he sizes me up. "Now take off your bra."
I catch his eye once more, hold it while I reach back to unclasp my bra. I let it slide down my arms, and my belly tightens at the way his gaze drops to my breasts, a hungry glint in his eye. He lifts one eyebrow, allows himself a small, private grin.
"Take off your panties now."
I lift my chin and let my gaze drop down his body pointedly. "This seems a little one-sided," I point out.
"Are you disobeying me, naughty girl?"
"What do you plan to do with me if I am?" I ask, my smile widening.
"Mm … " He pauses to let his eyes wander across my body once more, as though debating. "If you are being disobedient, I suppose a spanking would be in order … I'd have to bend you over my knee and give it to you hard."
My throat goes dry, my pussy tight with anticipation. God I am so fucking wet already. How does he do this to me? I lift my chin, put one hand on my hip. "Hmm. In that case, I am definitely disobeying you," I reply.
In an instant, he's beside me, one arm around my shoulders, the other sweeping my legs out from under me. I barely have time to squeal and fling my arms around his neck before he's dropping onto the couch and bringing me with him, spreading me across his legs. With both hands, he easily flips me over, as if I weigh nothing at all. I suppose to him I probably don't.
I lean across his knees, bent so my head faces the floor. He positions me so my ass sticks straight up in the air, across his thighs. Then he runs his hand over my cheeks, one at a time, slow and considering.
Shivers of anticipation and pleasure rush down my spine as he takes his time, massaging my ass.
"You've been teasing me all night. Acting very dirty. I think it's time you learn what naughty girls get for that."
I suck in a sharp breath, tensed. I've always loved the idea of being spanked, but I've never had the guts to ask a guy to do it before. Somehow, with Zayne, it feels okay. More than okay. It feels safe. "Punish me," I whisper, and he laughs, a low, throaty sound that resonates deep in my belly.
Without warning, he spanks my ass once, hard. I gasp and jump against him, but with his other hand, he pins me in place, holding me down across his legs.
"Count," he says, as his hand comes down again in another sharp slap.
"One," I gasp. The pain is sharp, stinging, but not unpleasant. It makes me even wetter, imagining how else he'll punish me. What else he wants to make me do.
He spanks me again, and I count it. We keep going like that, until we get to five and both of my ass cheeks are burning, my whole body alight with the sensation. Then, abruptly, he stops, and starts to massage my ass again.
It feels different now, the spanking making my skin sensitive as hell. His rough, strong hands working across the now-stinging skin makes it twice as sensitive, the pleasure even sharper in contrast to the pain before.
"Are you ready to obey me now?" he murmurs, and I turn my head to catch his eye, savoring the hungry, lustful glint I find there.
It turns me on so fucking much, to see how much he wants me. "Yes," I whisper.
"Good." He grins and stands, pulling me to my feet beside him. I don't expect it so suddenly, and with all the different sensations still rushing through my body, it takes me a second to get steady on my feet. "Now drop those panties."
I push them over my hips. Let them fall to the floor in a puddle.
He glances down at them, smirking. "Wet for me already, dirty girl?"
"What can I say?" I bat my eyes. "You know how to turn me on."
He laughs again and spreads his arms wide. "Your turn," he says, lifting his eyebrows, almost in a challenge. "Undress me."
I pull his shirt off first. Then I have to pause, because the sight of these perfectly carved muscles up close is distracting as hell. I run my hands across his chest, and dip my head to kiss my way along his collarbone, while I trace my fingers along his abs, then slowly down the V that points directly to his groin.
"And try not to get too distracted along the way," he adds with a smirk.
I grin back at him and undo the clasp of his jeans. I inch them down his thighs and take a second on the way down to the floor to eye his muscular legs. Damn, even his thighs and calves are toned as hell. He steps out of the jeans, casting them aside with the rest of our clothes, and I stand back up, only his boxers between us now. The cool air in his apartment feels even colder now, and I shiver a little, tightening my legs. My pussy is already so wet, so the chill isn't helping. I want nothing more than to pull him against me, wrap myself in his warm body. But he's watching me with that smirk still, his eyelids lowered, expression dangerous. He didn't say I could touch him, not yet. Not aside from removing his clothes.
So, I hook the band of his boxers with one finger, and slowly, slowly tug those down next.
When his cock springs free, I can't help but gasp in appreciation. God damn he is huge. And it looks so much thicker in person, so much more tantalizing-and somehow intimidating, all at the same time. Because hell, looking at him right now, I find myself wondering whether he really will fit or not.
Fuck if I don't want to find out, though.
"Lie back," he says, and he casts a glance at the couch beside us. I lift an eyebrow at him, still smiling. He just waits, patiently, until I obey.
I step back and start to bend over the couch, but he catches my shoulder. Slides a hand down across my chest to circle my nipple with his fingers.
"Not like that," he says. "Lie backwards across it."
I turn around slowly, eyes locked on his. Then I lean backward over the edge of the couch, until my head hits the pillows behind me and my legs are spread. The arm of the couch digs into my ass, pushes my hips straight up into the air.
Apparently that's what he was going for.
Zayne kneels between my knees and grasps them in both hands. In one swift motion, he shoves my legs apart, baring me to the world. I shiver again, as the cool air of his apartment hits my wet, exposed pussy.
He smirks up at me. Fuck, the sight of him kneeling between my thighs is impossibly hot. He grins and purses his lips, blows gently right against my pussy lips. I shiver, unable to help myself, and dig my nails into my palms to distract from the intensity of the cold sensation.