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17
EDEN
WATCHING ZANDER touchhimself was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Seeing the need in his expression as he stared back at me, begging me with his eyes to relieve him.
When he asked me to stay, I had no other option. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked of me.
He needed me and was showing me a side of himself that I was positive no other person got to see. The vulnerability of such a powerful man was intoxicating.
I was high on him—buzzed—my body tingling for the hand on his penis to caress my body.
When he finished, and his body exploded, the expression on his face was my undoing. It was as if I was feeling the pleasure he was experiencing as well. I grew wet, my body throbbing in my secret places, and my nipples stung with want.
This was the second time Zander had made me feel these things except, this time, he wasn’t even touching me. He was stroking himself. The way he looked at me … It was all it took.
I wasn’t even supposed to be in his office. Indeed, I was supposed to be working fight night, but Kennedy had wanted me to attend the fight with her. She bought me what was probably the most gorgeous dress and heels I had ever seen, and then she had taken her time to straighten my long hair, making me feel more beautiful than I ever had in my life.
The night was perfection, but the cherry on top was going to Empire Sevens and seeing the entire waitstaff wearing the old uniforms. Gone were the sheer, sexy outfits, and in their place was our usual. I had a feeling that change was because of me. It was as if seeing me get manhandled had unraveled Zander’s control.
He had listened to me.
He had made the change.
And somehow that gave me pleasure.
So when Kennedy asked me to take Zander the key card for the large vault and a numbers count from Dell, the bartender, I had no problem agreeing.
I wanted to see him.
I wanted to thank him.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to be pleasuring himself, and I really didn’t expect that I would be so turned on by the act that I couldn’t move.
Once his body relaxed, and a look of pure rapture moved over his face, I left, leaving the key card and a post-it note on his desk and disappearing into the hallway. Once the door to his office closed, I pressed myself against the wall to keep myself from falling. My legs were shaking, my insides melting for him.
I spent the rest of the night wiggling in my seat while I watched two men beat the living crap out of each other. The crowd around me was amped up, cheering and booing, but all I could think about was Zander.
And when I finally saw him again, he was making his way to his seat, which was close to where Aunt Kennedy and I were sitting. His eyes connected with mine, and a tiny grin tugged at the corner of his luscious lips.
He knew what I was thinking.
He had to know what he was doing to me.
And at that moment, we shared two tiny secrets.
One: he wanted me.
And two: I wanted him as well.
THOSE TWO TINY SECRETS made for an extremely awkward feeling the next night when Luke picked me up for our date.
I liked Luke.
I really did.
But I couldn’t see past the memory of Zander touching himself.
It was all I could think about.
