The scents surrounding him fascinated and excited her. From fresh breads to coffee to the masculine cedar soap he used, all of them blended and made up Zee in her mind. She continued her kiss lower, over his ribs before she stepped back and bent forward, dragging her tongue around the waistband of the jeans he’d worn today.
She pressed her cheek against the flat stomach, her hands pushing the sides of his jeans out of the way and down his legs. She stood up slowly, the edges of her blouse open and white lacy bra holding her breasts and pressed against his chest. She brought both arms up, letting them rest on his shoulders.
Pale lashes blinked slowly, her mouth cruising over his with a teasing kiss.
“You’re an executive, Zee. I thought all business executives had fantasies about using their offices for wild sex.” She watched a cluster of reactions on his face and let her kiss range along his jaw.
“That’s how you see me? An executive?” Zee wasn’t sure how she managed to constantly surprise him. Yet her words were as arousing as the curved body pressed hotly against him, her hips moving and stroking the barely contained cock. Her skirt and his boxers were all between them as she rolled and rotated her hips.
“You are an executive, Zee,” Erika said without doubt or hesitation. She was surprised at the tone in his words. He’d always seemed to very confident, sure of himself. “You run a very successful restaurant. You’ve joined the resort collective so your employees can participate in the health program. You forgo instant profit and pay them a decent wage. You participate in the programs with the resort so your employees can transfer and learn. You manage resources and lead your people and they enjoy being here,” her kiss had been continuing as she spoke, her tongue tasting his scent down his throat and onto his shoulder. “I consider you a very successful executive, Zee.”
Erika straightened slowly, the brilliance in the blue of his eyes making her smile.
“In which case executives make decisions,” Zee told her, his tone low and throaty as his palms moved from their assigned places and gripped her waist beneath the blouse. “And demands.”
“I believe they do,” she whispered, the moisture leaving her lips even as her tongue trailed around them to help. She was caught in the flash of hunger in his gaze. His head didn’t move but his eyes caressed her as surely as if they had hands.
“Take off the blouse, Erika,” he said quietly, his cock tightening when he saw the fire in her eyes. Her hands came up and shoved the blouse off her shoulders. It slid down her arms and landed at her feet. Christ, the woman made him hard. “Now the skirt.”
Erika lowered her eyes, peeking up at him while her hand went to the small of her back, flipped the button open and slid the zipper down. The skirt immediately slipped and pooled at her feet.
She looked at the palm Zee held out to her a few seconds before her hand was in his. She watched him bend over, waiting patiently while she stepped from the skirt. He lifted it and laid both the skirt and blouse on the chair before leaning back on the desk, just staring at the nylon and lace bra and simple lace and cotton panties.
She liked the bikini style, he realized with a sigh of appreciation at the way the delicately cut lace hugged her curves.
And she hadn’t stepped out of the heels, he realized, his cock giving an appreciative lurch. Actually, it was more of a demand and maybe even a warning. Bordering on a threat.
“I think you approve,” Erika teased, her fingers trailing down the still concealed length of his cock beneath his boxers. She stepped closer, pressing her chest against his, her hips rotating and stroking the hardness. She lifted one leg, her foot coming to rest beside his hip and the apex between her thighs massaging his cock.
Zee placed one hand on her ankle and let his fingers close around it, stroking very slowly over her shin to her knee. He inhaled the fragrant evidence of her arousal. He looked pointedly at the bundle of blond hair at the back of her neck.
“Take the pins out of your hair, Erika,” he ordered gruffly, again feeling his body clutch with an almost painful hardness.
He didn’t allow her to move from her stand, his fingers tightening and stroking along her thigh, tracing the edge of her panties on her legs and then down the damp center. She shivered, her fingers faltering slightly as she removed the few pins holding her hair in place.
She’d wound it into a tight knot at the base of her throat and when the final pin came out, the thick blond hair fell in wide curls over her shoulders from the center part. She knew she was panting. Zee’s fingers had been stroking over the damp center of her panties, stopping now and then to press heavily over her clit and making small whimpers come from deep in her throat.
“Zee…” Her hands fell to his chest, her body swaying closer when his palm slid inside the brief panel of her panties, his fingers strong and stroking against the amber coils, slipping down between the plump flesh petals.
The heel of his palm pressed against her clit while he slipped two fingers inside her, retreating and thrusting hard back through the hot, wet opening. His mouth covered hers, swallowing up with demanding gasp even as her hips pushed against his palm.
Zee grabbed the condom from the desk top, his tongue thrusting inside and fencing with hers, both of them vying for more.
“Get this on me, Erika,” he ordered thickly, both hands up and fingers spearing the long, thick hair. He ground his mouth against hers, wanting more and drinking all she gave him. His groan was lost inside their kiss, her hands shoving his boxers down and quickly sheathing his cock in the condom.
Erika blinked at him when his hands moved to her waist and he was up from the desk. His hands tightened on her waist as he stepped to the side and took both her palms in his, positioning her facing the desk. He moved behind her, his palms stroking down the length of her arched back.
“Step back…spread your feet…gorgeous,” he groaned thickly, his fingers pulling the damp panel of her panties to the side to stroke through the wet thicket. His fingers speared into her hard, once and once again before he replaced them with the tip of his cock.
His hand moved to her clit, pressing hard at the same time he thrust, strong and deep until the cheeks of her ass were firmly against his crotch.
“Zee!” Erika cried out, the edge of surprise and pleasure tinted with the power of his thrusting and their hour of sensual play. “Oh, god…yes…”
“Come for me, baby…I want to feel it…I want to hear you scream for me,” Zee bent over her, his teeth biting on the soft side of her throat at the same time he thrust deep inside her heat and his fingers stroked the aroused nub.
Zee felt her shattered in his arms. Hard, convulsing pulses gripped him, rippled over him again and again, barely letting him thrust a few more times before the control was ripped from him in an explosive shout. His free arm circled her waist, pulling her hard back against him as his cock erupted with strong pulses.
His face was pressed into her throat and he felt the muscles in her legs shaking and slowly backed up, removed the condom and went around the desk, dropping it into the trash. He lifted her hand and tugged gently until she came around and fell into his lap.
Erika had no idea her bones could feel so loose and relaxed as she curled against Zee in the large office chair. He’d stepped out of his jeans and didn’t bother with them while they let the afterglow continue to warm them.
Zee wrapped his arms around her, oblivious to his nudity and her sexy undies and heels.
“That was some after dinner treat,” he whispered against her head, her laughter soft as she snuggled down a little more against him.
“Hmm…and here you promised me popcorn and a movie.”
“I guess we better get upstairs then. Soon as my bones reform,” Zee could smell the shampoo she used in the freshly released long hair, his eyes closed for a few minutes before he forced himself to move. Spring chill was filling the room and he wanted clothing and to be up by the fireplace.
He lifted her by her waist, grinnin
g when she wobbled a little before going to the chair and quickly dressing. She was running up the stairs while he buttoned his jeans and grabbed up his shirt, following at a more leisurely and relaxed pace. But it certainly was a pleasure to watch that pencil skirt move.
The scent of popcorn was already filling the large apartment when he made it up the stairs. He tossed the T-shirt into the laundry room before going in search of a quick shower. By the time he came down the hall in cargo shorts and an open shirt, a large bowl of popcorn was sitting on the floor in front of the TV.
And the seductress from his office? Sitting cross-legged on the floor wearing a pastel blue baby-doll gown that probably reached her knees. The stretchy, empire bodice clung to her, tiny bubble sleeves rested just off her shoulders. She’d left her hair free and it fell from the center part around her face and hung down as she studied the menu on the TV of choices.
“What kind of movie do you feel like watching? Something action and fun?”
“Works for me. Should I get something to drink?”
“I’m okay, thanks,” she chewed on her lip and pulled up a selection. “Have you seen this one?”
“Giant car robots and the military, how could you go wrong,” he teased, sinking to the sofa behind her. “Good choice.”
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, they gravitated to the floor, both stretched out on their stomachs and propped on pillows laughing and enjoying the effects and the story as it unfolded.
Chapter Fourteen
Bleary eyes blinked and finally had the vision coming into focus when he realized what she was wearing. And how she looked.
“You look like you’re going to storm the local campus for preppies,” came the gravely assessment, his legs shoved over the side of the bed. Ten fingers massaged over his shoulders before falling to the bed, taking in the T-shirt topped with a colorful lime green tank and the jeans that hugged those sweet girl curves.
Erika pulled the spikey stretch band over her head and back into the free hanging hair. She’d started his coffee and grinned at the twitching nose and those brilliantly colored trunks he used as sleep shorts.
Her own personal surf-boy, she thought.
She walked up to where he sat on the edge of the bed, her hands taking his and wrapping them around her waist, his face pressed against her breasts as she hugged him.
“I’ll just have to tell those little preppies that I already got a surf-boy,” she kissed his forehead and backed up before he could take a stronger hold and she’d quickly find herself out of her clothing. “I started your coffee. I’ll text you when I get in, Zee.”
“Let me drive you, Erika. I’ll be ready in ten,” Zee pushed up and headed to the bathroom, his hand up when her mouth opened to answer. “Please.”
“You’re worried.”
“I’m cautious. I’ve got good staff, as you pointed out. I’ll be back waiting for you at four-thirty,” he accepted her nod before closing the bathroom door.
Erika carried her case to the kitchen, half perched on the stool and reading through her plan for the day. She had a schedule written up for her and the four members she had on her staff for the first month. They’d spend at least that amount of time getting things online in the computer, shelves up and stocked and training finished.
The main and largest unit would be in the new hospital. The two smaller units would be assigned to the healthcare day center and emergency room. She was in negotiations with the help of purchasing to get their supplies and drugs. It was evident that their reputation for only accepting good deals had made the rounds of the distributors.
“So tell me why you’re looking so…” Zee stopped speaking when she raised one pale eyebrow and waited. “This is just going to go bad for me so I think I’ll have a couple cups of coffee before I talk,” he accepted the capped tall cup she handed him, the smile in her eyes making him lean forward to take a kiss. “Morning.”
“Morning. And this is my standard attire, if I so choose,” she said easily. “I wear a white lab coat with my name on it, Zee. The dress code for the resort, at least for most of the resort administration units, is fairly laid back. They insist on the important things, clean and destruction free, but other than that, it’s very relaxed.” She hooked the strap over her shoulder and took the palm he held out to her. “Has Carter talked to you since he was here?”
“I called him yesterday. He’s filing the papers late today,” Zee answered, grabbing up the keys from the counter and leading them out of the apartment to the waiting SUV.
“They’ll arrest her, won’t they?”
“Erika, she broke the law,” Zee worked to keep his voice level but keeping his anger submerged on this topic wasn’t easy for him. “Baby, she could have seriously hurt you. Giving you something…a drug…”
“I know, Zee. I know,” she slid onto the seat, her leather case on her lap after she buckled in. “But she’s still my mother. I don’t like having to do this just to get answers.”
“She drugged you and, daughter or not, she kidnapped you.”
“I’m not sure we can talk about this without being angry,” Erika said after a few long, silent minutes. “I know what she did was wrong. And if it had happened between strangers, I know I’d be appalled and furious. I don’t know…I don’t know what I feel, Zee. Sad,” she sighed. “Shocked, yes. Angry. Frightened…I never really understood their choices in life, but I’ve never been frightened of them before and I don’t like that feeling, Zee.”
Zee slid his hand over hers and carried it to his lips.
“Except for the frightened part, I’m glad you wandered into my backyard,” he teased, guiding the SUV through morning work traffic on the resort by-pass. “It’s not an easy thing to digest, Erika, I know that and I know I can’t get past the harm they could have done you but I’m trying not to sound so furious when we talk about it. And before you even say it, I don’t know how I’d react if my parents behaved that way.”
“I feel betrayed,” she whispered after a hard swallow. “And it hurts.”
Zee managed to put the SUV near the curb, out of the way before she was out the door, one hand up and swiping across her cheek. She stopped at his window, a weak grin in place. His hand was up, one finger drawing along her jaw.
“You’re a tough kid,” he said with a wink.
“I took drama in college,” she went to her toes, kissed him and stepped back with a little wave. “Four-thirty. Bye.”
Zee leaned back in the seat, watching her spin on those cushiony girl shoes she wore and take off at a light run into the unopened hospital entrance. The guard at the front logged her badge and waved her through.
Catherine ‘Cat’ Jenkins had her tray and wandered toward the far corner and the bent blond head. She peered over Erika’s shoulder for a minute, her eyes crossing.
“Isn’t lunch supposed to be about relaxing?”
Erika blinked up at her, her eyes going from the pharmaceutical magazine to her friend and back with a frown.
“I am relaxed.”
Cat sighed and sunk into a chair. “You make my brain hurt.”
“I think the same thing when you read security and gun magazines,” Erika laughed, closed the magazine and reached for the sandwich she’d forgotten while reading. “I’m glad you came over.”
“Forgetting to eat? Bet that makes Zee happy,” she chuckled.
“I kind of give myself away when I go home starving.”
“He called me,” Cat watched Erika look down at her sandwich. “He’s worried about you, Erika.”
“I know. We talked about the thing this morning. I think it bothers him that I’m not lividly furious.”
“I think it concerns all your friends.”
“I keep thinking they’ll talk to me and tell me something that could make sense,” her palm was up when she saw Cat’s mouth open. “I know, I know…”
“Just so we’re clear, oh, friend of mine, there is absolutely nothing they could say that wo
uld be acceptable, not even if they thought Zee was holding you captive as his sex slave,” Cat kept her voice low and level.
“I – know.”
“I’m sorry. It can’t be easy,” she stirred the soup in her bowl and took a big spoonful. “We’ve increased security and issued instructions on what will happen if reporters ignore our rules.”
“I’ve caused extra work for you guys, I’m sorry. I guess wishing that she’d just talked to me sounds like a little kid,” Erika finished half her sandwich, fingernails picking at the sesame seeds dotting the plate. “I knew my father was mad at me because of the business but I never thought my mother…well, I never thought either of them would do something like this, Cat.”
Years of police work had her mind locking on the comment.
“You don’t have anything to do with the electronics business,” she said casually, thoughtfully, the pieces of the puzzle floating in the free space of her mind. “Why’s he mad at you?”
“I never used to…have anything to do with the business, that is. Then Grannie died and left her controlling block to me,” Erika shrugged. “We’ve always argued about some of his decisions. How they were detrimental to Americans which managed to irk me because everything he has is because of the workers, yet he treats them with far less respect and appreciation than they deserve.”
“You never did go in the same political direction,” Cat said quietly.
“I know that. But this is about common sense, Cat. The lifestyle that he values only came to him because of the people who worked hard to get him there. It stands to reason that you keep those people happy,” Erika shook her head. “One of the contracts he’s been wanting to bid on and take, was with a country that we have no business supporting because of their treatment of women. I took the vote and refused to authorize what he wanted to do. He was very angry with me.”
“When did your grandmother die?”
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