Going Up Lena Matthews Watching Koko Brown’s kinky elevator exhibitions has become the best thing about Reese Desoto’s Tuesdays and Thursdays. As head of security of Sarraf Enterprises, he’s been keeping two very attentive eyes on the dark-skinned beauty and her naughty habits, but he’s over sharing her performances with all the other men in security. He’s ready for a private show. Koko always feared that one day her elevator fetish would get her in trouble, but she never thought her comeuppance would appear in the form of a man as devastatingly handsome and commanding as Reese. To her delight though, instead of reprimanding her, Reese offers her access to a private elevator, one in which she can be as wicked as she pleases for an attentive audience of one. All she has to do is step in, strip down and enjoy the ride.
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Acknowledgement This book is dedicated to the Puppet Master. If not for her controlling and annoying ways, Koko and I wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun as we did!
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Chapter One “Mr. Desoto.” The voice of Reese’s senior officer blared out into the otherwise quiet office. Without looking up from the document he was filling out, Reese picked up his cell phone that also moonlighted as a walkie-talkie and pressed the send button. “Yes, Calverton.” He released the button as he awaited the reply. “Sir, you instructed me to inform you when Ms. Brown made an appearance.” Oh that’s right. It’s Tuesday. Interest piqued, Reese laid his pen down and sat back in his chair. “Is she on her way up or on her way down?” “Up, sir.” Reese smiled. Perfect. He hadn’t missed the show yet. “I’ll be there in two minutes.” “Sounds good, sir.” Standing, Reese snapped the phone into the holster on his belt and grabbed his navy suit jacket. He slipped it on as he left his office and made his way down the hall to the security office. Taking off his badge, he swiped it down the ID reader then twisted the door handle and entered the room filled with shots of almost every possible angle of the large high-rise. “Gentlemen,” he said as he came farther into the room. “How are things going?” “Good.” Billy Calverton set his coffee cup on the table and smiled up at Reese. “Glad to see you could make it to the noon showing.” “I do what I can.” Reese stood behind the two men sitting in front of the wall of monitors and ran his gaze over every screen, trying to pick out the familiar face. “Where is she?” “She got off on the fifteenth floor,” Calverton replied.
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“Not true. She hasn’t gotten off yet. Hopefully soon though. I tell you, gentlemen, she’s the reason I wake up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You know, I don’t normally find black women attractive, but she is sexy. I mean, even her name sounds delicious. Koko Brown. Num, num, nummy.” Reese dropped his gaze to Gordon Putney, the heavyset security officer who’d spoken. The dislike he felt for the other man rose inside him swift and sharp. Although Koko’s presence had long since become the end all, be all of his Tuesdays and Thursdays, Reese detested the slimy tone to the other man’s voice when he spoke the words Reese thought. Turning, Reese grabbed the clipboard off the wall and dropped it down on the desk in front of the idiotic man. “Putney, time to do your rounds.” Putney glanced down at his wristwatch then up at Reese and frowned. “I don’t have to do that for another half-hour.” “Start early.” “But…” Reese arched a brow and waited for the other man to finish. He really hoped Putney would protest again, just to give Reese a reason to send him packing, other than his general dislike of the bothersome fellow. Unfortunately though, the other man was a bit brighter than Reese thought because he wisely closed his mouth, rose to his feet and ambled from the room as if every step he took was more painful than the last. Calverton chuckled as the door shut behind the muttering man. “You’ve fucked up his whole damn day.” “Good.” Reese shook his head as he glanced back toward the monitors. “Remind me to fire him tomorrow.” “I’ve been reminding you of that since the day he started.” “True.”
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“You should have seen his face when I contacted you. He was not a happy camper. Said I was ruining all his fun by calling you down.” It probably was the only fun the rat bastard got. “Ask me the biggie.” Calverton played along. “Do you care?” “Hell no.” “Didn’t think so, but figured it was still best to ask. Check it out,” Calverton pointed to the center screen with the antenna of his walkie-talkie. “Your lady is back.” “Mmm…so she is.” Reese watched as the attractive African-American woman slipped into the busy car. Her wavy brunette hair bounced around her shoulders as she made her way to the back of the semi-crowded elevator, lugging her small rolling cooler behind her. This was the part he didn’t have to see to know what would happen next. It was the same every time she came in. He knew her routine by heart. After dropping off her deliveries, instead of taking the elevator going down to leave, she would always get on the one going up. No matter how full or empty the lift was, she always went to the very back and placed the rolling cooler in front her. Then the real fun would begin. Calverton pulled the keyboard closer to him and typed for a couple of seconds. When he was done, the elevator Koko was on dominated every screen. With a few more clicks, the camera zoomed in on the brown-skinned beauty leaning back against the wall. She had a firm grip on the handle of her cooler, and the other one was hiding behind the container. From the little smile that appeared on her full lips, he could just imagine where her hand was and why. Naughty little vixen. “She’s looking very nice today.” As she did every time he’d seen her. But today she looked especially lovely. The white form-fitting T-shirt she wore showcased her full, lush-looking breasts while advertising the name of the gourmet sandwich shop she co-
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owned front and center. With the shirt, she wore a fall-colored plaid kilt-style skirt that was as short as it was sexy. Her outfit reminded him of a naughty version of a schoolgirl uniform, and with a figure like hers, he was more than willing to keep her after school. While Reese was busy salivating, Calverton tilted his head to the side and peered intently at the screen. “I wonder if she has any food left in her cart.” Amused, Reese spared the other man a quick look. “One of the sexiest women in the world is masturbating in an elevator full of people and all you can think about is your stomach.” “Hey, I can’t see her hand because that stupid cooler goes all the way up to her belly, but I can see the deli sandwich logo, and it’s making me hungry.” Reese didn’t need to see her hand to know where it was. It was more than obvious by the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her breasts rapidly rose and fell under the scoop-cut shirt she wore, but if Calverton wanted to be blind, deaf and dumb, Reese was more than pleased to let him. “Good, that’s all you need to see.” “You know, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t know she existed.” “True.” Calverton had pulled Reese aside after noticing Koko’s strange riding habits. Always mindful of corporate spies, Reese had requested a full investigation of the deli company she co-owned, only to find nothing noteworthy. Unsatisfied with the findings, he had Calverton and Putney pore over the archived security tapes. What the two men discovered changed Reese forever. “Which is the only reason I haven’t kicked you out of the room.” “Yet.” Reese nodded. “Yet.” If the elevator emptied before it hit the bottom floor, the other man would have to go. Koko always got a little bit more risqué when she was the only one left in the lift. She never completely undressed or pushed the cart out of the way while she fingered
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herself, but she would do other things, like slip her hand inside her blouse and play with her nipples as she strummed her clit. He’d caught her doing that on several occasions, he even had a special little DVD he’d made of her most memorable moments, but that wasn’t something he shared with his subordinates. He was already mad enough he had to share this part with them. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he really had to bring an end to all their fun. Including Koko’s. “Looks like there isn’t going to be much of a show today,” Calverton said, drawing Reese’s attention back to him. “She’s only a few floors from the lobby and it doesn’t look like it’s going to empty completely before she gets there.” “I wouldn’t say I’ve missed out.” “No,” Calverton agreed. “No.” Reese rose. “But I do think it’s time I arrange for a private viewing.” “Private. That’s no fun for me,” Calverton teased good-naturedly. “Which is why I know it’s a good idea.” With that parting shot, Reese exited the security room and walked quickly toward the bank of elevators near the rear of the building. By the time he made it over there, she was already out of the lift and heading in his general direction and out of his life again. He knew she would be back in just two days, but it was two days too many. It was time for a face-to-face, and he knew exactly how to arrange it. As she went to pass him, he stepped in her way. A look of surprise flashed across her face as she drew up short in front of him. Up close, she was even lovelier than he’d imagined. Her skin was the color of copper, her eyes as dark and rich as chocolate. She was cock-hardening, jaw-dropping beautiful, and just inches away from him for once.
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She flashed him a quick, polite smile then moved to step around him, but Reese countered, refusing to let her by. “Uhh, excuse me, Great Wall, mind moving out of the way?” “Actually, Ms. Brown, I mind very much.” She jerked back at his words. “Do I… Do I know you?” “No ma’am, but I know you.” He pulled out his badge and showed it to her. He wanted to eradicate any fears she might have about talking to him. “I’m Reese Desoto, Head of Security.” “Head of Security?” Koko frowned. “Is everything okay, Mr. Desoto?” It was more than okay, or it would be in just a few minutes. “Let’s discuss this in my office.” She didn’t budge an inch. “First tell me what it concerns.” “Let’s just say it concerns your,” he paused in search of the right word, “unique penchant for elevators.” The color drained from her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking abou—” Reese pointed to a small black globe-like shape on the ceiling to the right of him. “In a place like this, Ms. Brown, even the cameras have cameras.” “Ca—cameras?” “Yes ma’am. So if you would be so kind as to come with me.” “O…kay,” she said hesitantly. Keeping his expression neutral, Reese waved his arm in the direction of his office. “Right this way, ma’am.”
Koko was going to jail. She knew it as surely as she knew her own name and there was nothing she could do about it. This was all kinds of wrong. She didn’t belong in the slammer. She was a good person. She paid her taxes, she never kicked cats, despite
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hating them more than reality TV shows, and she always went to church…when someone died. Besides it wasn’t as if she’d been flashing people or made it obvious she was masturbating. In fact, it was the exact opposite. She went out of her way to make sure people didn’t notice. That was why she parked her portable cooler in front of her. So what if what she did was a teeny, tiny bit illegal. The important thing was she hadn’t been hurting anyone. If anything, she needed therapy for her fetish, not prison bars and orange jumpsuits. This wasn’t fair. Oh, who was she kidding? She probably did deserve everything that was coming her way tenfold, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try to talk herself out of being a guest of the State. She should have known her luck wouldn’t hold up. Nervous, Koko stole a glance at the Gestapo marching her to his office as if he were a fifth-period teacher in charge of taking a wayward student to the principal’s office. Surprisingly for a führer, he was extremely hot. The handsome Caucasian man was as masculine as she was feminine, with broad shoulders, a strong jawline and dark-brown hair cut in a classic Ivy League style. He towered over her five-six frame by leaps and bounds, which, strangely, was as intimidating as it was sexy. And if he hadn’t been the one about to fuck up her entire life, she might have flirted with him a bit. “Here we are.” He opened the door then stepped back to allow her to enter. “After you.” “Thank you.” Head held high, Koko walked into his office. She glanced around the stylish room, a bit shocked at the size and luxury of it. For a rent-a-cop, his office was the biz. The door closing behind her rang out sharply in the otherwise silent room, much in the way she imagined the door of her cell would. Just thinking about all that metal made her a little lightheaded. She was going to pass out. Or throw up. Or maybe both. 12
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“Have a seat please and make yourself comfortable.” He went around his desk. “This will take just a moment.” His words weren’t reassuring at all, but she accepted his offer out of fear her legs wouldn’t be able to keep her upright for long. While she was stressing and trying to think of ways to ask her mom for bail money, he calmly unbuttoned his jacket then took his seat. Tensing, she waited for the interrogation to begin, but to her surprise, instead of lighting into her, he brought his keyboard closer to him and began to type. After a few seconds of silent nothingness, Koko began to concentrate on regulating her breathing. Thankful for the time to come up with a scheme to keep herself from going to the big house. By the time he was done, she had herself more under control and a plan in mind. It was called bluffing. Koko cleared her throat, drawing his attention to her. She flashed him her best smile, making sure her dimples were on full display. “Mr. Desoto, I’m not sure—” “Reese,” he interrupted. Confused, she frowned. “Grease?” His lips twitched. “Reese. My name is Reese. You can drop the Mr. Desoto.” Well, at least the person who was holding her life in his hands was polite. “Okay, Reese,” she tried again, smiling even bigger than before. “I think there might be some misunderstanding.” “Really?” He picked up a small remote control, pointed it at an abstract painting on his wall and clicked a button. “I think I understand just fine.” Koko followed the direction his hand was pointed and watched in awe as the painting slid to the side, revealing a large flat-screen in the process. Her awe quickly turned to mortification as an image of her came on-screen. It wasn’t just a picture though, it was one of herself with one hand inside her shirt and the other buried under her skirt. The cart she had in front of her protected some of her modesty, but even to a nearsighted, half-blind, one-eyed pirate, it was very obviously she was masturbating. There was no bluffing her way out of this, which only left one thing to do. Beg. 13
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Koko looked back at Reese, who had rounded the desk while she’d been staring at her solo performance. “Before you call the police, let me explain.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his desk. “All right.” “All right what?” God, this man was confusing. “Explain.” Koko opened her mouth to do just that but quickly snapped it closed. She couldn’t think of one thing to say. Well, at least one that didn’t make her sound so pervy. “Change your mind?” The corner of his lips twitched as if he was trying his best to hold back a smile. “No.” She wanted to explain, she just couldn’t come up with the right words. “I’m thinking.” “Of?” “How to convince you not to call the cops,” she admitted warily. “I’m not going to call them.” “Wait a minute. You’re not?” Okay, maybe she didn’t know her own name after all. “Do you want me to?” Was he crazy? “Of course I don’t want you to, but if you didn’t bring me back here to detain me, why did you bother?” “Because I wanted to meet you.” Her shoulders tensed as the words mayday, mayday echoed in her head. “Is this the way you get your jollies off, watching unsuspecting women?” “Not usually, and not all women.” He held her gaze steadily. “Just you.” Koko swallowed her indignation at his answer. She couldn’t help but feel as if he was telling the truth, and for some reason it calmed her nerves a bit. “For how long?” she asked after a pause. “Two weeks.”
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She looked back at the video on-screen and shook her head. It had been playing the entire time she’d been in here and had yet to loop. “That has to be more than four days’ worth.” “It is, but you asked me how long I’ve been watching you. You’ve been recorded since the first day you made a delivery, but I only became aware of you two weeks ago.” “How?” She had a feeling she wasn’t going to like his answer. “You were brought to my attention by one of my security officers.” “So there are two of you?” “Three.” “Three,” she squeaked. This kept getting worse and worse. “Yes.” “Are you sure it’s just three?” “A hundred percent, no doubt about it sure?” He shook his head. “No.” His honestly didn’t make her feel better at all. “That’s not reassuring.” “I’m not trying to be reassuring, I’m being honest. The only person I can speak of for certain is myself. I know I haven’t told anyone but…” “You can’t say the same for the other two,” she finished for him. “Exactly,” he nodded. “And as the saying goes, three can keep a secret if two are dead.” “I don’t suppose you’re willing to kill them?” she joked weakly. “Not both of them. One I actually like.” “And the other?” “Is negotiable.” For some strange reason the sincerity in his voice amused her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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“You do that.” Koko licked her lips nervously as she cast a quick glance at the TV again. “What else is negotiable?” He followed her gaze then looked back at her, eyebrow arched. “What do you have in mind?” “The tape?” She gestured with her head toward the video playing. “What do you want for that?” “Nothing, and it’s not a tape. It’s a file on my computer. One which, if you say the word, will be deleted right before your eyes.” “And the copies?” “There are no copies. Well, except for the original recordings, but that’s it, in its entirety. Those we only keep for ninety days before erasing them.” “So three months from now…” “This all will be a pleasant but faint memory,” he finished for her with a smile. She wouldn’t say “pleasant” but she was okay with faint. “It sounds too good to be true.” And in her experience, when anything seemed too good, it was. She silently pondered him, trying to see the angle he was playing, but she couldn’t get a read on him. He wasn’t giving off a creepy vibe, nor had he made one inappropriate move or comment since she walked in. Reese was a conundrum she wanted to get to the bottom of. “So let me get this straight. You’re not going to call the police?” “Correct.” “You’re not trying to shame me into stopping?” A gentle light shone in his eyes, putting her immediately at ease. “I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.” Over the years, Koko had found many men who liked to watch or who were into public scenes, she’d just never found one she was attracted to. Was it actually possible to have her cake and devour the whole damn thing too? “You don’t?” 16
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“Not at all.” She desperately wanted to ask him if he found it stimulating but lacked courage, so instead she went with a safe question. “And you’re not going to try to blackmail me into sex?” He frowned. “Definitely not.” Relieved, Koko rose to her feet. “So then I’m free to go, as long as I don’t do this again, right?” “Wrong.” Koko furrowed her brow in bewilderment. His laconic form of communication was about to work her nerves. “Which part?” “You can you leave if you want, but I don’t want to stop you from doing this again. Just change it.” “Change it?” “Yes.” He smiled slow and seductively. “This time, I want you to do it just for me.”
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Chapter Two Reese had to admit he was surprised she hadn’t gone off the reservation at his remarks. Surprised but pleased. Even though he’d hoped she would agree to his plan, part of him half expected her to tell him where to go and how to get there. Yet she didn’t do that. She just stared at him silently. He stared back, curious about what was going on behind those big brown eyes of hers. “Did I shock you?” he said after a moment or two. “Yeah.” She nodded. “A little bit.” He was willing to bet it was a hell of a lot more than “a little bit”. “Maybe I should have worked up to that a bit more.” “You think?” she said with a slight smile. “You know you don’t say a lot, but when you do finally decide to speak, you get to the heart of it, don’t you?” “Usually.” She tilted her head and nodded. “I see.” Reese was a man of few words, but for her he was wiling to extend himself. “If it will make you feel better, we can take the long way around this, but I personally prefer to skip the pleasantries and ask for what I want.” “How does that normally work out for you?” He did his best to suppress his smile. “Pretty damn good.” “I bet.” Her big brown eyes twinkled with amusement. “I can honestly say this was not the direction I was expecting the conversation to veer to when you first brought me in here.” “I like to keep people guessing.” “And you do it so well.” 18
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“It’s a gift,” he said with a shrug. “So would you like something to drink? Water or so—” “Were you serious about me putting on a one-woman show for you?” she interrupted. “Completely.” He had never been more serious about anything in his life. “Then I’m going to need something a little stronger than water.” Stronger he could do. “What’s your poison?” “What do you have?” “Pretty much everything.” Reese reached back and picked up the remote control. He aimed it at a different painting on a separate wall and clicked the button that caused the artwork to slide to the side and unveil the small bar he kept well-stocked. “The only thing I don’t have is lime or cola. I have club soda though, if you want to dilute your drink.” “Oh my…wow.” She made her way over to the bar slowly with a look of wonderment on her pretty brown face. She was staring like some women did outside jewelry stores, all amazed and doe-eyed. He could tell just by the way she was staring she was the type of woman who took pleasure in little things. How could he not want to make all her fantasies come true? Charmed, he watched her as she ran her fingers gently over the decanters and glassware. When she was done, she turned to him and shook her head. “Dude, what’s with this office?” “What do you mean?” He set the remote down and joined her at the bar. “It’s nothing.” “It’s far from nothing. Come on, this place is completely tricked out. I’ve been to homes that didn’t have this much flash.” “It’s the sliding painting. It gets everyone.” “For a security guard you have some serious swag.”
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“First…” He paused to pick up a bottle, his personal drink of choice. “I’m not a security guard. And secondly, this isn’t my swag. It’s just my office and it doesn’t represent me in any way, shape or form.” “Then who does it represent?” “Malachi. He’s the one who designed this office.” He tilted the decanter toward her. “Bourbon.” “That’s fine. Straight up.” “Okay.” He liked woman who were no-frill drinkers. He pulled the stopper out of the glass bottle then set it on the table before reaching for a glass. “Bourbon it is.” “Wait a second. You said Malachi.” She held up a finger and gestured around the room. “As in Malachi Sarraf, of Sarraf Enterprise. Owner of the very building we’re standing in right now.” “The one and only,” he said as he poured two fingers of the clear brown liquid into her glass. He filled a similar glass for himself before recapping the bottle and setting it back the shelf. “Why, you know him?” “No, but we had to obtain his permission to sell on his property. Filled out forms and whatnot. I doubt he even knows we come here though. It probably was just a standard thing.” “Oh I assure you, nothing Malachi does is standard. If you received permission, it was from the man himself.” He handed Koko the drink. When she took the tumbler, he clicked his to hers. “Salud.” “Salud.” She took a delicate sip before speaking again. “Sounds like you know Mr. Sarraf well.” There were so many ways to reply to her statement, but he decided to go with the less-is-more approach. “Better than most.” She turned her back to the bar and leaned against the wall next to it. “Been with his company for long?”
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“Longer than I care to think about.” He didn’t want to talk about his intricate relationship with Malachi. It was a long and complicated story that was meant for another time. He was more interested in the one he wanted to start with her. “Are you feeling better now?” “My nerves are a bit more calm, but my head is still going a mile a minute. I have to know…” “Anything.” “You’re a good-looking guy.” She ran her gaze over him. “Extremely good-looking. Won’t your girlfriend, wife, lover, friend with benefits, whatever you call them, have a problem with you trying to pick me up?” “I’m pleased you find me attractive, but not thrilled you think I’m the cheating type.” “You could be any type, for all I know. We just met, remember?” It was a bit hard for him to keep that front and center. “Funny, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.” “I can’t say the same.” “I guess you’ll just have to get to know me then. First lesson. I don’t do drugs, I always use protection, I don’t lie, I don’t cheat and I never make a promise I can’t keep.” She arched an eyebrow. “Are you promising me something?” “Yes. Me.” He moved in front of her and placed his free hand on the wall a few inches away from her head. The position put them up close and personal. “Now tell me…why do you do it?” “You mean…” she cast her gaze at the TV screen then looked back at him. “It it.” He loved her frank style. “Yes. It it.” “I don’t know.”
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He leaned in closer and inhaled her sweet-spicy scent. He wondered if it was something from the deli or if it was her own natural aroma. “You smell delicious.” She lowered the glass to her side. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft, giving the conversation a more intimate feel. “I like it.” He leaned in even closer, inches from her neck, and breathed in deep. “Hmm…I like it a lot.” “I’m getting that vibe.” “Good.” He pulled back and took a drink from his glass, needing a moment to cool his ardor. “Did it ever occur to you someone might be watching?” he asked, returning to the subject at hand. “That there was more than likely a security camera around?” “Yes, but…” She paused and looked away, avoiding the question and him all at the same time. He was amused she thought that would really work on him. “But what?” he insisted. “Tell me.” “It added to the appeal,” she said finally. “The thrill of it. Knowing I could get caught made it more daring, more arousing. Of course, in hindsight, reality is a lot scarier than fantasy.” Her gaze was still averted but she was talking. It was a start. “I’ve always found,” he said softly, drawing her attention back to him, “that reality is so much more intriguing than fantasy.” Her lips twitched a little as she looked up at him. “I guess it depends on the fantasy.” “True. Tell me yours.” She moved around him and went to stand in front of the TV. “I think it’s a bit obvious.” “Hardly.” Reese set his glass down by the bar then followed her. He stopped only when he was standing directly behind her, leaving nothing between them but very little
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space and lots of opportunity. “I know what you like to do, I’m far more interested in the why.” “I don’t know why. I wish I did. I just do.” “You sound as if you’re ashamed of it.” “A little bit.” “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he said fiercely. “Do you know what I see when I look at that video?” “No.” “I see a beautiful, sensual woman who isn’t afraid to take her pleasure. No matter where the mood hits her.” “And did you take your pleasure while you watched my video?” “Many times over.” He took the final step that bridged them together, moved his hand around her waist and held it out, palm up, so she could see it. “In this very room, with this very hand.” Koko ran her fingers lightly over his palm. “Pity there’s no camera in here,” she said softly. She wanted to watch him. His cock jerked at the thought. “Anytime. Anywhere. You say the word and I’ll show you just how exciting I find you.” “Oh God.” The hand that held her glass trembled as she raised it to her lips. “Tell me…” He closed in on her, pressing against her from behind. “Is it every elevator?” She took a drink then shook her head. “No, I prefer ones in high-rises. The longer the ride, the better.” “Full or empty?” “Both. I enjoy being mashed and squeezed next to strangers.” He moved his hand from under hers, laying it against her flat belly and pulling her back against him. She let out a light gasp but stayed put. “Is that right?” 23
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“Yes.” She pressed back against him, pushing her supple ass against his erect cock. “The chance of being touched intimately is arousing, as is the chance of copping a feel of my own. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I imagine I’m in the elevator surrounded by several different men, handsome men I don’t know, and they put me in the middle of the elevator then start touching me. No intercourse. No nudity. Just touching.” That was something he could definitely arrange. “Is there more?” “Yes. Other times I like the rare occasions I’m alone. Knowing I have a few seconds to touch, a few seconds to try and get off before the next floor. When I’m in there alone, I want to rub my body against the wall, the rails, the buttons and even the doors. I know it sounds silly, but I want to feel like the elevator is my lover and he’s caressing me with his parts.” She shook her head as if waking from a deep trance and took a big drink from her glass. She swallowed then let out a little laugh. “I can’t believe I just told a complete stranger that.” And he couldn’t believe he didn’t come from just listening to her. “You know, this building has lots of elevators and lots of floors.” “I know. Why do you think I personally deliver the orders?” “But I bet you weren’t aware there’s a private elevator? One reserved just for Malachi. Unlike you, he doesn’t like being crammed into a lift with ten other people. He enjoys privacy and his personal space. Which is one of the reasons the camera feed in his personal lift isn’t connected to the other monitors and computers. Just one.” He tightened his hold on her. “Mine.” “Are you suggesting—” “No, I’m offering. No strings. No hidden clauses.” “But there is a hidden camera?” “Yes.” She pushed his hand away and turned to face him. “And will you be watching with your two friends again?”
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“No.” He shook his head “No one will be watching but me.” Koko ran her gaze down to the bulge in his pants then back up. “Not just watching, I hope.” He couldn’t, not even if he tried. “No. Not just.” “Good.” He was hoping she would say that. “Are you busy tonight?” “Not anymore.” Koko handed him the glass then walked around him. “But I am busy now. I have to get back to work or my partner will kill me.” “We can’t have that.” Reese set the tumbler on his desk then reached in his inner coat pocket and extracted his business card. “Take this.” She pulled up the handle on her cooler then rolled it over with her to where he was. She looked at the card but didn’t take it. “If I take this, then that,” she cast her gaze at the TV then back at him, “and anything like it, has to disappear. I don’t mind if you watch me, but I don’t want anyone else to.” “Trust me, we’re of like minds.” He was done sharing her. “I do.” Koko took the card from him. Confused, he frowned. “What?” “Trust you. Which is why I’ll call you.” “Tonight.” It was a statement, not a question. She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, tonight.” “Good.” He couldn’t imagine waiting much longer to have her. “Until then.” “Until then,” she said with a smile before turning and heading out the door. Reese followed her as far as his office door, watching from the doorway until she slipped around the corner and out of sight. Once she was gone, he went back inside and shut the door. His had his cell phone in his hand and the number half dialed before he made it back to his desk. And he was sitting when the line picked up.
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Reese didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Send Cypher to my office.” Reese didn’t wait for a reply. He hung up the phone and reached for the remote control. He rewound the file a little bit then pushed play. If he had to delete it, the least he could do was watch it one more time.
***** Koko hurried up the sidewalk to the front entrance of Sarraf Towers, mindful of the late hour and nearly empty street behind her. Although there were still a few cars passing by, the sidewalks were vacant. Downtown turned into a ghost town after eight o’clock at night. The anonymity the late hour provided was one of the main reasons Koko agreed to come back tonight, but just one of them. Reese’s offer was the main reason. His tempting treat, much like the man himself, had really blown her away. She’d gone from fearing arrest to intriguing desire in just a matter of minutes. Damn, the man was good. But he was also bad, in the best way possible. Still there was a part of her that worried she was making a mistake, listening to her libido instead of her head, which was exactly what had gotten her in this situation to begin with. But if Reese was the reward for doing wrong, Koko would have to start acting out more often. To be on the safe side though, she’d given her best friend and partner Reese’s business card. Of course, Constance, being the overly cautious person she was, made a quick call to her brother Vince, who was a police officer. Vince gladly ran Reese’s name through the system but only found a few tickets. The lack of bad news didn’t stop Vince from reminding Koko that just because Reese didn’t have a record didn’t mean he wasn’t a mass murderer. Of course it was the same speech he’d been telling the girls since high school, so it lacked a little bit of a punch. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Koko knocked loudly on the glass sliding door. The building was technically closed so she had to wait for security to let
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her in. After a moment or two, she spotted a middle-aged Caucasian man making his way to the door, keycard out and at the ready. When they’d spoken on the phone a few hours ago, Reese had said he would leave word with the night watchman, which explained why the other man seemed unsurprised by her presence. However, instead of opening the door, he moved to the side and busied himself with something she couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it caused the sliding door to open only a centimeter or two. It wasn’t enough to get her finger in, but when he stepped in front of it, she understood why. He wasn’t allowing her inside. Instead it was for his own convenience so he didn’t have to shout through the glass. The guard placed one hand on the butt of his gun and spoke in a clear, crisp voice. “Take out your ID and place it flat against the glass.” He might have been expecting her, but he wasn’t taking any chances. “Okay.” Koko glanced around one more time before opening her purse and extracting her wallet. She unfolded her billfold and pressed it flat against the glass so her driver’s license could be clearly seen. The guard glanced at her information then raised his gaze to her. “Name.” Koko was so tempted to ask him if had trouble reading, but she bit back her normal sarcastic reply. He was just doing his job, she reminded herself as she forced a smile to her lips. “Koko Brown. I’m here to see Ree—” “Mr. Desoto said you’d be coming by,” the guard interrupted as he moved back to the side again. Koko closed her wallet and shoved it back in her purse. She waited a few more seconds before the sliding door opened then stepped inside. She’d only gotten a few feet in when she heard a low, appreciative whistle. “Hello, Ms. Brown,” Reese called out as he entered the lobby. “Looks as if I came at just the right time.” “A little earlier wouldn’t have hurt,” she teased. Mindful of his watchful gaze, she undid the three large buttons on her charcoal, knee-length pea coat then held it open so
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he could get a look at what she wore underneath. “Does the outfit meet with your approval?” Reese took his time running his gaze over every inch of her barely covered flesh. Not that there was much to take in. Koko had picked out her favorite daring skirt. It was a pleated, coral tennis skirt that barely covered her ass checks, paired with a coraland-brown zigzag knit tube top. She’d never worn them together as an outfit because of how little it covered, but if there was any night where she could be so daring, it was tonight. And since she’d been going with the less-was-more theme, she kept the underwear at home in her drawer where it belonged, although she planned to keep that information to herself for a just a bit longer. It took Reese a few seconds to meet her gaze again, but when he did, his eyes were filled with scorching heat. “You look good enough to eat.” Lord, she hoped so. Feeling empowered, Koko placed her hand on her hip and stepped her leg out a bit. “I take it you likey.” Reese placed his hand over his heart and shook his head as if he was overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. “A world of yes.” “Good.” “My only complaint would be…” He closed her jacket and worked quickly to button it. “There is far too much of it and far too many eyes to see it.” Heat filled her cheeks. For a second Koko had forgotten they weren’t alone. “Tell them it’s an early bonus.” “A view like that is a bonus, a raise and their retirement package all in one.” Koko smiled. The man could give a compliment. “You’re so silly.” “Not normally, no.” She pondered his words as he gestured in front of them. “Shall we?”
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All afternoon she’d been worried about things being weird between them, and with any other man it might have been, but not with Reese. She felt as comfortable and safe with him as if she’d known him for a lifetime. “Yes. So what’s the plan?” “First I sign you in then we have fun. Safety before pleasure, love,” he said as he led her to the check-in desk. A different guard was waiting behind the counter, watching them with thoughtful eyes. But if he was thinking something negative, it didn’t show on his expressionless face. He just pushed the form out and slid her a pen. Then took it back and set it behind the counter when she was done. No fuss, no muss. “Everything good, Kerry?” “Yes, Mr. Desoto.” “You can tell the staff they can get started, and stretch it out for a good hour and a half. Also, I’ll let you know when we’re ready to leave so you can have my car brought around.” “Yes, Mr. Desoto.” Reese nodded his head before turning his attention back to Koko. “You really do look lovely. Though I’d have to say I don’t recall seeing this particular outfit before.” “I decided to kick it up a notch.” “Or three.” He flashed her a wickedly sinful smile. She arched an eyebrow. “Complaining?” “Not at all.” “Good. I’d hate to think the outfit was in vain. By the way, you look nice as well.” Reese was dressed a lot more casual than he had been earlier today. The relaxed jeans and white polo shirt was in no way as fancy as the suit he sported when they first met, but he looked good, nevertheless. He was obviously a man who was comfortable in his own skin, and there was a power and grace about him that shone through, whether he was dressed up or down. “Thanks.” He placed his hand on the small of her back. “It’s this way.”
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Koko allowed him to lead her away from the lobby but cast a quick look over her shoulder at the guards, who were silently watching them. “Aren’t you a little worried one of them will tell Mr. Sarraf you were here after hours with some woman?” An unpleasant thought assaulted her. “Unless they’re used to you bringing women in here.” “No, you would be the first woman I’ve ever had to bribe with an elevator for a date.” He tilted his head to the side. “First woman I’ve had to bribe ever.” She heard only one thing. “Date?” Koko stopped in her tracks and looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Is this a date?” He met her bold look with one of his own. “Of a sort. Isn’t it?” “I guess it is.” A smile played at her lips as she began walking down the hall again. “If this is a first, then won’t you worry the guard will rat us out?” “Let him.” She could hear the dare in his voice. “I can handle Malachi.” Confidence on some men was nothing more than blustering cockiness, but not so with Reese. “I bet you can.” “What does that mean?” “It means I think you’re the type of man who gets what he wants.” “Is that a bad thing?” he questioned in a serious tone. “I’ll let you know later.” He nodded his head slightly. “Sounds fair.” “So where’s this special elevator you were telling me about?” “It doesn’t open near the lobby. There’s a private entrance on the side of the building. Just a little ways down from my office.” “That’s handy.” “It is. It allows me to reach him as fast as possible if something is going wrong.” She furrowed her brow out of concern. “And do things go wrong?”
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“More often than you think. A man like Malachi doesn’t get this far in life and not make and keep a few enemies.” He spoke so matter of fact it sort of scared her. “When you said you’re the head of security, you didn’t just mean this building, did you?” “No. I take care of it all, his house, trips home and abroad. If he goes somewhere that’s even the slightest bit dangerous, I’m right there with him.” “You’d take a bullet for him, wouldn’t you?” He smiled warily. “I’d rather take a punch, but yeah, I would.” Koko couldn’t even imagine that type of dedication. “You must really love your job. I co-own the deli with my best friend Constance, and I love her like a play cousin, but I’m not sure I’d take a paper cut for her on a finger, let alone a bullet,” she teased. He stopped walking and took her hand in his. Surprised, Koko turned and faced him then watched in awe as he brought her fingers up to his lips and kissed them gently. The unexpected gesture sent bolts of desire coursing through her. “Well, a paper cut is an entirely different level,” he said softly. “Get a little lemon juice on one of those bad boys and you’re out of the game for at least a week.” “Exactly.” She licked her lips as she imagined how his would feel pressed against hers. “Koko.” She leaned closer to him. “Hmm…” “Are you ready for your ride…” She nodded. Man, was she ever. “On the elevator?” “Ready?” Startled, Koko noticed they’d stopped in front of the lift. She’d been so enthralled by him and their conversation she hadn’t even noticed where they were. “Right. Ready. Yes.”
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Reese released her hand and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his ID tag and slid it into the slot above the Up button. “The elevator goes up to the sixtieth floor, but that’s Malachi office, and you’d need my ID to exit on his floor from this elevator. For security reasons, I can’t allow you there, but you’re free to ride up to the fifty-ninth to your heart’s content.” “Sounds good.” The door opened and the old, familiar feeling rushed upon her. Koko stepped into the lift and looked around. The private elevator was the size of any other she’d been on but had a posher feel to it, and it was missing the normal metal rail. Other than that, it was immaculate and smelled slightly of lemon cleanser and leather. Not a bad spot to play pretend in. Intrigued, she walked around the square space, running her hands along the lit numbers and then the cool wall as she went. When she was done, she came face-to-face with Reese standing in the doorway, preventing it from closing. He was watching her with an amused expression on his handsome face. “Any questions?” “Where are the cameras?” Reese turned sideways in the doorway and pointed with his fingers to the four corners of the lift. “There, there, there and there. There are also speakers in this room, so I can hear you and you can hear me.” “Wow.” He nodded his head and shrugged. “It’s a bit of an overkill, I know.” “That’s not what I was thinking.” “Really, what were you thinking?” Koko rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips then stepped back. “I’m ready for my close up, Mr. Demille.” Reese ran his tongue over his lips. “Give me a couple of minutes to get back to my computer and set up.” He stepped out of the elevator. “Don’t start without me.”
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“Oh, I won’t,” she said as the door slid shut. She couldn’t. The ride just wouldn’t be the same without him.
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Chapter Three Over the course of his lifetime, Reese had become good at schooling his expression. He could stare down a barrel and not bat a lash, he could hold a royal flush without revealing a single tell, yet try as he might, he couldn’t keep the silly grin off his face as he made his way down the hall to his office. He’d been waiting for this moment for two long excruciating weeks, and although this was about her pleasure, it was also very much about his too. With nimble fingers he ran his badge down the keypad then made his way into the office. The second he sat at his desk, he wiggled his mouse, waking his computer from its dormant state. Koko’s image immediately came on-screen. Reese had set up his computer ahead of her arrival to monitor the private elevator and nothing else. The screen was divided into four quadrants, all focused on one subject but each from a different angle. Yet no matter which point he viewed her from, she was equally lovely. “I’ll have you know you look good from every angle.” Koko jumped then let out a little laugh and looked up at the camera over the control panel. “Good Lord, you scared me.” “Sorry.” Smiling, Reese turned the speaker up a few more decibels to make sure he wouldn’t miss a single sound. “Did you forget you had a viewer?” She looked sheepish as she unbuttoned her coat. “No, I think I just expected there to be a loud ping or something to signal you were on there.” “Ping!” he mimicked loudly. “Is that better?” “Much.” Her face glowed with unfettered amusement as she tossed the coat carelessly to the corner where her purse lay out of her way. When she was done, she placed her hand on her slender hips and looked around the space. She looked so carefree and happy it truly was a sight to behold. 34
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“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said, without thinking. Her expression softened as she looked up at the camera again. “You say that as if you really mean it.” “I do. You should know this about me. I never say anything I don’t mean,” he stated firmly and with all sincerity. “Not ever.” “Not even to get a girl in bed…or as the case may be,” she gestured around the compartment with her hand, “naked in an elevator.” Reese snorted. She didn’t know him at all, but that was going to change. Starting tonight. “If sex were my end goal, I would be in there with you. This isn’t about me getting laid. It’s about you having fun.” “What if me having fun means you getting laid?” He would die a happy man. “Then you just have to say the word.” Her laughter sprinkled out like a fine mist. “I’ll keep that in mind.” “You do that.” Smiling, he opened the top drawer of his desk, retracted his remote and dimmed the lights in the room. “I will.” Koko walked closer to the control panel. “Shall I pick a floor?” Reese returned the remote to the drawer and closed it then sat back in his chair and placed his hand over the bulge protruding behind his zipper. The games were about to begin. “Please.” “Hmmm.” She tapped a well-manicured finger over her full, supple lips as she studied the numbers. “Should I be worried about scarring the housekeeping staff while I’m in flagrante?” Reese chuckled at the concept. “I doubt you’ll scar them. Well, maybe not all of them,” he added as an afterthought just to tease her. She looked up at the camera, brow furrowed. “So, there are people out and about?” “The night cleaning staff.” She frowned as she stared at the glowing numbers. “What floors?” 35
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“If I told you, that would ruin half the fun.” Mainly because it would let her know he had them all cleaning the lobby, which included four different restrooms on that floor, as well as Malachi’s office, a room Koko didn’t have access to. So yes, there was a possibility someone could walk in on her, but it was a small one. “For whom, you?” Hardly. He didn’t want anyone at all seeing her touch herself again, but he was there to help her act out her fantasy, which he knew held an element of being caught. “You. Most assuredly.” “What if the door opens and someone sees me?” He shrugged even though he knew she couldn’t see it. It was more a personality flaw than anything else. “It’s a risk you’ll have to take.” “I like the way you think.” From the back left camera, he watched as she pressed the button to the fifty-ninth floor then jerked a bit as the elevator began to rise. Turning, she trailed her fingers over the rail as she walked to the center of the lift. She moved around so she was facing the door and leaned back against the wall. “Reese?” He right clicked his mouse twice to zoom in on her. “Yes, love?” “I know I should feel ashamed for this, or at the very least silly, but I don’t.” Koko tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She brought her hands up to her neck and began to slowly caress the bare flesh between her neck and navel, avoiding the areas that were still covered. “Not at all.” Reece followed the trail her hand made with his very hungry gaze. “What do you feel?” “More aroused than I’ve ever been before.” He cupped his erection, tenting from beneath the denim material. “You’re not alone on that front.” “No, I’m not.” She looked up at the camera and smiled. “You’re here with me.” Reese placed his free hand on his screen and caressed her face. “I am.”
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“I like knowing you’re watching me.” She tugged the halter top down, leaving it just below her bared breasts and just above her navel. “Good, because I like watching you.” “I hope so.” Koko laid her head back on the wall again and began to caress her breasts and nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which made him all the more pleased. From his view up above, it looked as if she had a nice, round handful. She wasn’t overly large, nor was she extremely tiny. She was, to quote baby bear, “just right”. And he was willing to bet his last dollar she was just as God made her, natural and beautiful and completely silicone free. Her dark nipples peeked from between her fingers as she squeezed the erect tips. “Are they sensitive?” “Oh yeah. Just a little pressure will make them stand out.” Koko moistened two fingers and used them to squeeze her nipple. “Like so.” “Give them a little more pressure for me. Squeeze harder.” “’Kay.” Whimpering, Koko let out a little moan and did as he instructed. She rolled her twin pebbles between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging and teasing her erect nipples as he watched. “Good girl.” Her obedience caused Reese’s cock to jerk in his pants as if it were once again reminding him it was there. After unbuttoning his slacks, Reese made quick work of freeing his erection. He licked his palm to add a bit of moisture then gripped his shaft and began to slowly work his hand up and down his cock. He didn’t plan on coming, but he saw no reason why he couldn’t have a bit of fun with her. “Show me more.” He had truly meant to be more of a silent observer, but she was killing him. “Lose the skirt.” Koko raised her head and arched a brow as she looked up at the camera. “Is this my fantasy or yours?”
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He should have known the sassy woman wouldn’t just take orders. “At this rate, I’d say both.” Koko released her hold on her breasts and began to edge her skirt up, an inch at a time. She stopped, lifting just shy of exposing her pussy to the camera. “Ask me nicely.” Oh, what a tease. “Did I mention I have the ability to bring the elevator to a halt with just a few strokes of my keyboard?” He did, but he wouldn’t, not even if she refused his request. “No, you didn’t.” Laughing, she dropped the material and raised a hand to the side of her skirt where the zipper lay. With her gaze firmly locked on the camera, she pulled the zipper down, which released the tension in her skirt and allowed it to puddle at her feet. “Better,” he said, stroking his cock faster. “Much better.” “Bully,” she said with a sexy pout. “Did I tell you you have a beautiful pussy?” From what he could see of it, that was. He couldn’t wait to get up close and personal with it. “No.” She spread her legs out a bit more. “You haven’t.” “Then let me rectify that right now. It’s simply divine.” She let out a husky little laugh. “You’re forgiven.” Before he could say another word, Koko slipped her hand between the lips of her sex and worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips as he watched the dark-skinned beauty frig herself. This was more than the previous shows he’d gotten from her. With no cart or clothes in the way, he was able to enjoy every single second of her erotic show. “You’re so fucking sexy.” “Yeah?” She stared up at the camera as she pleasured herself. “Oh yeah.”
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“I feel sexy.” Koko moved her hand from between her thighs and placed two glistening fingers in her mouth. She took her time sucking them clean before pulling them out and using that same hand to blow a kiss at the camera. Just when he didn’t think she could get any sexier, she proved him wrong. “Do you like eating your cream?” “Yes, but I’m willing to bet I’d enjoy you eating my pussy more.” “No contest at all.” And he couldn’t wait to take her up on her offer. “Tell me what you taste like.” Moaning, he watched through lust-filled eyes as Koko slipped her hand between her legs again. This time she didn’t linger and just dabbled them in her pussy long enough to coat her index finger with her slick essence. While maintaining eye contact with the camera, she licked her fingers clean. “Hmm…I taste a little salty, creamy…rich even, basically really good.” Reese ran his tongue over his lips, chasing her phantom taste as she talked. “I bet.” Closing her eyes, Koko leaned her head back against the wall. She slipped one hand back between her thighs while she teased her nipple with her free one. She worked her body over in tandem, humping her hips into her hand as she squeezed her nipple. Because there were no cameras on the floor, he couldn’t see as well as he would like, but Reese’s imagination was second to none and he could just picture her rubbing her needy clit in circular motions, over and over, until the bud tightened and her pussy ached for more. With a little moan, Koko lifted her head and stared through partially open, lustheavy lids. “So silent. Still watching?” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Sort of hard to talk when all the blood is rushing to my cock.” Which, at this point, was a very painful thing. Even though he was stroking his shaft, he had no intention of coming this way. It was torture, but some loving was better than no loving at all.
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Another breathy little moan slipped from her. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” Her words were halty, as if she was having a hard time talking and masturbating. “I’m thinking…” He tightened his grip on his shaft. “I’d give just about anything to be in the elevator with you right now.” Her body was trembling, and it looked as if it was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Yet the hand between her legs continued to move faster and faster. “Then why…aren’t you?” Reese couldn’t take his gaze off her. “Because you haven’t invited me.” “A-are you looking for an engra…engraved invitation?” she panted out. “No, just words.” He needed her to say them, to admit to herself and to him that it was his dick she craved. “Reese,” she whimpered. Groaning, Reese stroked his member faster. “Yes, love?” “Get in here and fuck me.” This was not something he had to be asked twice. “Hit the button for the bottom floor and I’ll be there.” Koko arched her back and gasped. “Reese.” The sweet sound of his name on her lips was his undoing and it took everything inside him not to come on the spot. Acting fast, he released his cock and tried to calm his racing heart. “Let go, Koko,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Come for me, love.” She let out a wail and crumpled to the floor, her body rocking, shaking and trembling under what looked to be a powerful release. As she sat there, knees splayed, pussy on display, hand damp and trembling, all Reese could think was she was perfection personified. And as wonderful of a sight as it was, the next time she came, he not only wanted to be in the same room but also wanted to have some part of him buried in some part of her. “Koko,” he called out hoarsely. “I’ll be right there.” 40
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Ever so lightly, he reached out and brushed his thumb over her erect bud. “Then prepare to fall in love.” He spoke in a soft voice that promised untold pleasures. Koko whimpered at his touch and his words. Fall in love. Hell, she was halfway there. He pulled her even closer. “Hold on,” he warned before parting her nether lips with his thumbs and putting his mouth to much better use. The second he zeroed in on her pussy, Koko buried her hand in his hair. She didn’t push or pull, just held him tight as he feasted on her trembling pussy. “Oh yeah. Right there. Oh, mmm…oh.” With a firm grip on his hair, she rocked into his mouth. Her moans grew louder as he laved her with firm licks, centering all his oral attention on her engorged clit while slipping his fingers into the playing field and straight into her slick, tight sex. His mouth teased and tortured as his fingers plunged into her depths, fucking her as he devoured her hot mound. “Reese!” she gasped. “Oh God, Reese!” She could feel another orgasm building, this one even stronger than the first. And it made no sense. It was almost as if her earlier orgasm had never occurred. The intensity of her need was so strong it was almost painful. It was simply so good it hurt. Like a man on a mission, Reese sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. His tongue lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves and he doubled down his efforts to get her off with his hand-mouth combo. He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t sweet, it was as if he was a man on a mission, and his goal was to get her to come, hard. Never one to disappoint a lover, Koko did just that. When the moment hit her, it did so with an intensity that nearly stole her breath. Her inner muscles clenched around his thrusting fingers and she let his name fly from between dry, parched lips as her orgasm roared through her. If it hadn’t been for Reese’s ironclad hold on her, she would have tumbled over from the force of her intense release.
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Koko wasn’t one to linger lovingly in the sweet aftermath of sex. Two orgasms were nice, but she was greedy enough to demand a third, possibly fourth, depending on the stamina of her lover. And from what she’d seen from Reese so far, he definitely had the skills to be a four-orgasm lover. Starving for more, she released Reese’s hair and grabbed at his shoulders. “I need you now, Reese. Fuck me. Please,” she pleaded as she tugged on his shirt to pull him to his feet. Reese released his hold on her then stood and shoved his hand in his pocket. “Steady now.” Those were not the words she wanted to hear. “Fuck me.” “Planning on it.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket and handed her a condom. “Take care of this.” Koko didn’t waste any time tearing into the square foil. And while she was busy doing that, Reese was dropping clothes as if they were dead weight. He didn’t even bother to undress completely. He tossed his shirt but just shoved his boxers and pants to the floor. But as exciting as the show was to watch, it was taking far too long. “Here, let me help.” Koko was too keyed up to wait much longer. Impatient, she shoved an edge of the open wrapper in her mouth and held it between her teeth as she went for his dick. She grasped his hard, thick length and almost came again just from the touch of him. “Keep it up and this won’t last long.” He took the condom from her and leaned in. His tongue swept past her lips, capturing her mouth in a heated, passionate kiss that damn near stole her breath. Koko could taste the remnants of her release on his lips but the naughtiness of it all only excited her more. Before she could get too lost in his lips, Reese broke the kiss and stepped back a bit to slip on the condom. “Whew, woman, you’re going to cause a problem over here.” “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me the second time.”
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“That’s kind of you.” Gripping her hips, Reese lifted her and pressed her back flat against the wall. Koko automatically wrapped her leg loosely around his waist, leaving him just enough room to maneuver. “I won’t need a make-up exam, but I’d never turn down another chance at slipping inside this sweet pussy of yours.” Manhandling. She could get used to this. “Well, if you’re sure.” “I’m sure.” Taking advantage of the space she gave them, he reached between them and rubbed his condom-covered cock against her tender clit. She gasped at the thought and fought with everything inside her not to just press down and force him in her body. “Then make me a believer.” Licking her dry lips, she whispered, “Fuck me.” A ravishing look flashed across Reese’s face as he lined his cock up against the moist heat of her sex. “If you insist.” Without another word, he powered into her, effectively putting his best foot forward. She countered his powerful thrust by placing her arms around his neck and bearing down, taking his length as deep into her body as she could. Their joint effort made her catch her breath as her body stretched around his cock, trying to accommodate his thick member. As sad as it was, the only action she’d been getting was what she could sneak in during her Tuesday-Thursday jaunts. And her fingers were in no way a match for Reese’s cock. It wasn’t even an appetizer to his main course. And for the life of her, she couldn’t decide if it was a good or a bad thing. Koko didn’t have time to think about it, or much else, for long because making slow, sweet love was apparently not on the menu. He was all about rough thrusts, tight grips and dirty words muttered under his breath. In other words, he was divine. She simply could not get enough of him. Her arm tightened around his neck, using it as an anchor to bear her weight as he powered into her nonstop. She leaned into the wall as Reese pushed into her, over and over, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
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“Yes, ohh…Reese…” Her moans echoed loudly throughout the compartment, adding off-key music to their unbridled loving, but if he minded, it didn’t show, he simply kept at her, fucking her fast against the wall. “Hold on tight,” he growled. Koko barely had time to comprehend what he said before he moved her out of the corner and pressed her against the wall with the control buttons. Her back banged against buttons as he picked up his pace once more. The circled floor indicators dug into her skin with every thrust, but she held on, reveling in the moment, in the pain, in the man. She was spiraling closer to orgasm with each thrust of his shaft and she loved every damn second of it. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Please don’t…” “Not ’til you come,” Reese bit out as he kept at her. “Gonna… Oh sooo good.” “Then come, Koko, flood my dick with your sweet juices.” Koko had never been a come-on-command type of girl, but for some reason, when Reese said it, her body just obeyed. She didn’t know if it was because she had been so close or if her subconscious just wanted to please the man who had gone out of his way to please her, and the truth was, she didn’t care why she came. She simply enjoyed it. Her release must have triggered his own because by the time she came down from her high, he was letting out a hoarse stream of curses that would have done even the raunchiest of sailors proud. He held her up for a few minutes longer before pulling out and setting her feet on the floor. Instead of continuing to stand, he sat on the floor and pulled her down with him, so she was lying on her side with her head resting on his arm. Out of the blue, the elevator dinged their arrival at the next floor and the door slowly slid open. She was more than sure it happened several times during their tryst, but this was the first time she noticed it. She chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Reese
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soon joined her laughter and it echoed out into the empty hall as the door began to close once more. Reese raised his head a bit then laid it back down. He turned to face her, and there was large happy smile on his face. “Do you know how many buttons we hit?” She didn’t even want to look. “Majority.” “Oh yeah.” “Explains why my back’s a little tender.” “Should I apologize?” “You better not.” “Good, it wouldn’t have been sincere anyway.” She laughed at his honesty, charmed by the man. “You know, Koko, it’s a long way down, especially if we have to stop at all these floors between time.” She was in absolutely no hurry. “Think we can come up with a way to entertain ourselves in the process?” “More than sure.” He squeezed her closer to him. Koko leaned forward to kiss him softly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
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Chapter Four All right. So they had sex. Hot, dirty, nasty sex. And it was great. Even better than he’d hoped, yet despite the thunderous applause coming from the fictional crowded stadium in his head, all Reese could think was…now what? His dream girl had turned out to be a dream come true. They’d fulfilled her fantasy while giving him masturbation material for years to come. All that was needed or expected of him now was to get her to her car and bid her a fond adieu. Then everything in his life would go back to normal. But Reese didn’t want it to. Granted, he’d never really seen himself as the settlingdown type, but sex that intense was definitely deserving of an encore. And not the little stint of mutual masturbation, aptly coined “after play”, they’d had on the way back to the lobby. No, this encore would require a bed, some condoms and possibly handcuffs. “What are you thinking about so hard?” The sultry-sweet tone of Koko’s voice pulled Reese from his musing. With a ready smile on his face, he looked over at her. She stood in front of the full, door-length mirror that hung inside his bathroom door. The extra space for the private washroom had seemed such a waste to him when it was first proposed, but now he’d have to tell Malachi it was worthwhile after all. Because of the washroom, they didn’t have to go stumbling around the building late at night, looking for public restrooms to clean up. They simply made a quick trip to his office. He’d used the bathroom first, leaving her the opportunity to linger as long as she wanted once it was her turn. It hadn’t taken her long to clean up and get dressed, much to his dismay. He was really enjoying having her around. As if sensing his stare, Koko glanced over with amusement brimming in her eyes. “Well.” 47
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“Well what?” Obviously he’d missed something. “I asked what you were thinking about so hard.” Ah, that was an easy answer. “I was thinking of you.” “You’re thinking of me and frowning.” Her face slipped into the exact same expression as she came toward him. “That’s not good.” “No, it was very good. I’d have to think most thoughts about you automatically would be.” “Then smile, damn it.” She lightly smacked his arm teasingly, bringing a quick grin to his face. “You’ll have those guards out there thinking I kicked your puppy instead of rocked your world.” He took her hand in his and pulled her in closer to him. “As long as they keep their thoughts to themselves, I pretty much don’t care what they think about my personal life.” “Oh ho ho.” A flash of humor crossed her face. “You don’t want them tarnishing your good name.” She couldn’t have been further from the truth if she tried. “It’s not my name I’m worried about.” “Me?” Koko pulled back, momentarily rebuffed. “You’re worried about them saying something about me?” “Of course.” Her eyes softened. “You do realize there’s nothing you can do to stop them if they did.” “That’s where you’re wrong, because the first time someone says something discourteous about you and I hear about it…” His mouth thinned with displeasure at the thought. “It will be the last time they say anything.” “You just going to keep swatting at the rumor mill until it goes away?” she teased. “No, a rumor is like a fly. If you pull off its wings, it dies.” 48
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“And the guards?” “If they badmouth you, they’ll be gossiping from the unemployment line out of busted lips.” “Wow.” Koko laid her hand gently against his chest. “Look at you getting all knight in shining on me.” “That’s me, looking for a dragon to slay.” She patted his chest then pulled her hand away. “Well, come out to the front with me and use your knight-like skills to get a taxi to stop for me.” “Taxi?” What the hell. “You don’t have to do that. I can give you a ride.” “I’m sure you can, but it’s not a requirement.” “Sure it is. One of my requirements.” There was no way in hell he was going to toss her in the back of a taxi and expect the night to be over. “I’m a big girl.” He could tell Koko was used to getting what she wanted, but so was he. “I assure you, I’m well aware of your big-girl status.” “Then you should know I can take care of myself,” she said, turning her considerable charms toward him. “Oh, I see how this usually goes. You flash a smile and bat those pretty brown eyes, and whoever you’re talking to normally caves.” He arched a brow. “Right?” “Pretty much.” “Yeah.” He shook his head. “That’s not going to work on me. I’m taking you home.” “Reese.” “You can ‘Reese’ me to your heart’s content, it’s still happening. If you’re worried I’m going to try to come up, don’t. If you want, I’ll close my eyes and you can give me directions. I can’t guarantee our safety with that plan, but if your goal is not to let me know where you live, I’m willing to give it a try.” 49
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Koko’s lips quirked into a smile. “We just had sex, I think you can know my address. You don’t have to take it to such an extreme.” “And you don’t have to argue with me just to prove your independence. I see you, Koko, but now I need you to see me.” He picked her up and swung her onto his desk so they were a bit more eye to eye. “In my line of work, I’ve seen the worst of humanity and I’m willing to trample over a bit of your pride in order to give me a sense of peace tonight and know you made it home safe and sound.” “Bossy much?” He couldn’t disagree. “Call it what you want, but hear me. And hear me clearly. I’m. Taking. You. Home.” Koko wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s not an act, is it?” Reese was a bit apprehensive of the change in her demeanor, but he was willing to play along. “What?” “The knight thing. It really is just who you are.” He chuckled at the comparison. “I wouldn’t say knight, but yeah, I tend to do the protective thing. I’m hoping you can get used to it.” She pulled back slightly and tilted her head. “Why?” “Because if you don’t, it’s going to make our next date a little bit awkward.” Koko arched an eyebrow. “Next date?” “If you’d like to see me again that is.” He tried for humble, even though everything in him was saying Claim this woman. “I’m sure according to some good-girl handbook I’m supposed to wait like two days before I let you know if I’m interested in seeing you again.” “Fuck the handbook.” “My thoughts exactly.” “So tomorrow?” He might be pushing her, but he figured he had nothing to lose, and looking at Koko, everything to gain. 50
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“Move fast, don’t you?” He shrugged. “I don’t know any other way.” “I like that.” “I like you,” he said with all honesty. “And I’d really like to see you again.” Her expression softened. “Just one more thing we have in common.”
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“And miss out on peddling sandwiches with you? Never.” Koko pulled back the sliding door to the refrigerated glass display and pulled out the bowl her coworker requested. “Here you go.” “Thanks. Want to go catch a movie?” Constance asked as she began to transfer the food over. “It’s Lonny’s poker night and tonight they’re holding it at our house, which means if I’m there I turn into little Superwife.” “As much as I would like to save you from that fate, I can’t. I have a date,” she said, probably a little more cheerfully than she should have. “With who?” Koko frowned at the ridiculousness of the question. “What do you mean with who? Reese, of course.” “Don’t ‘of course’ me. How was I supposed to know?” “’Cause I’ve been talking about him all day?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Constance stopped what she was doing to turn and look at Koko. “You barely know the guy. If you’re so desperate for a date, I could hook you up wi—” Koko didn’t let her friend finish before she started shaking her head. “First, I’m not desperate and second, thanks, but no thanks.” “You don’t even know who I was going to say.” “And I don’t need to know them. I know you, and that’s enough to guarantee anyone you might suggest is an automatic no.” “What, if they’re not kinky, you’re not interested?” “Pretty much.” Koko figured that much should have been obvious. She and Constance had been friends since high school. Koko had been just as much of a freak then as she was now, she just didn’t have anyone to be freaky with. “Your standards are warped.”
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Koko had to give her that one. Constance wasn’t wrong. “They work for me, princess, and that’s all that matters.” “No, it isn’t. Let’s talk about this realistically. What do you know about this guy?” “Let me see.” Koko straightened and stretched her back. “He dresses to the left, he likes to eat pussy like I like to eat cheesecake, and if fucking were an Olympic sport, last night he brought home the gold.” Constance paused in the midst of pulling off a section of plastic wrap and grimaced. “Less is more.” If Constance hadn’t been dark complected, Koko would have sworn her friend was blushing. Which of course made Koko want to tease her all the more. “Less is never more. Don’t ask me questions if you don’t want to know the answers.” “I do want to know the answers, but just to the questions I ask.” Koko leaned back against the display case. “I did answer your question.” “Not really. I mean come on. What do you really know about him?” “The same I would know about any guy I’d go on a first date with. Where he works, if he’s married, if we’re compatible in the bedroom, which by the way,” Koko revved her eyebrows, “that last one is a check-check.” Constance rolled her very expressive brown eyes. “How would you know? You only had him in the elevator.” Koko smiled at the memory. “Let me rephrase then, if we’re sexually compatible in general.” “This is not the stuff normal people learn on their first date.” “The lucky ones do.” Many times during the course of their friendship, Koko had pitied Constance’s husband for what had to be the most lackluster sex life in the world. Still, the man seemed to love Constance something fierce and that was all that mattered in the end. “And besides, who wants to be normal?” “Obviously not you.” Her friend turned back to the sandwich workstation abruptly. 53
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From the stiff set of Constance’s shoulders, Koko could tell the subject was really bothering the other woman. Sighing loudly, Koko walked over to her friend and laid her hand gently on her shoulder. “Look, I get it. When God was handing out promiscuity, I took my portion and yours too because you know I hate to see anything go to waste.” Constance lips twitched at the inside joke. “But I’m not going to let you try to make me feel bad. I’m a grown-ass woman. I went out on a date of sorts with a man I find devastatingly attractive, charming and funny. And because of all that, I fucked him caveman style in an elevator just hours after meeting him. End of story.” “I don’t want to make you feel bad. I just worry about you.” Constance turned her worried gaze toward Koko. “You have to see this can’t go anywhere.” “Why, because I didn’t meet him through a friend or at a church social?” “No, because relationships built only on sexual chemistry rarely last.” The urge to kick her friend was growing stronger and stronger. “Right, so that accounts for the high divorce rate. Only those people break up. Not normal, good people.” “You’re just twisting my words.” “And you’re getting worked up over nothing. I’m not trying to marry him. I’m just trying to have as much sex with him as I can before either his cock falls off or I chafe.” “Stop with the gros—” The bell of the door dinged, signaling a customer. Both women went right into work mode, turning around to face the counter with big smiles on their faces. “Good morning.” Koko walked over to the order end of the counter. “What can I get for you today?” The heavyset man didn’t bother to look up at the menu they’d painstakingly hung over the carving table. His beady little gaze was focused directly on Koko in a very unnerving way.
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Trying her best to keep the motto of “The customer’s always right” in mind, she overlooked his sleaziness and tried once again. “Sir, can I interest you in a Baja sandwich? It has grilled chicken, provolone cheese, avocado, tomatoes, romaine lettuce and chipotle mayo on toasted ciabatta bread, you also get chips or a side salad with it, and a drink for a reasonable price.” “Reasonable price?” “Yes.” She nodded. “We like to think so. You can also do just half a sandwich for a little bit less. How’s that sound?” “It’s not exactly what I’m in the mood for.” Koko glanced over her shoulder at Constance, and they shared a look of “One of those customers” with each other before she turned back to face him with a bigger smile. “Turkey perchance, or ham?” “I think I want the same thing you gave my boss.” “Your boss?” She ran her gaze over his uniform. It only took a few seconds for her to remember the men who let her in the building last night wore similar clothes. “Oh, you work at Sarraf Towers.” “Yes.” At the thought of Reese, for some strange reason she felt a little happier on the inside. “Well, for friends of Reese I think we can definitely cut you a really good deal.” “Wonderful, because when I got word he was having your image pixelated out of the soft porn video collection we’d been accumulating, I was worried he was going to start keeping your little shows to himself. But since you’re going to give me a good deal, I guess that means you and I can go on late-night rides together as well.” Koko’s smile died instantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You sure you don’t? Because I was really enjoying our Tuesdays and Thursdays together, and now my days have been all switched around. Whole schedule fucked up and I don’t get to sit in on the peep show anymore. You think that’s fair? I mean, it’s not
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like you cared who watched, so why should he? Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with the DVD I made.” Koko was speechless, but thankfully Constance wasn’t. Her friend came to Koko’s side and took Koko’s hand in hers. “I think you need to leave.” “I haven’t ordered yet.” He finally glanced up at the menu. “I’ll take Philly cheese skank sandwich.” “Get out,” Koko ordered. “And don’t ever come back.” “Fine, but if you want to take your show public again, I’m working Friday through Monday.” “You have sixty seconds or I’m going to call the cops.” He held his hands up. “Fine, fine, fine.” He winked at Koko. “I’ll be seeing you around, doll.” Shaken, Koko watched as the man strolled out of the deli as if he didn’t have a care in the world. When the door closed, she turned to find Constance staring at her. “Who was that?” “I have no idea,” she answered honestly. “He seems to know about you and your….little…kink.” “Obviously.” He must have been the one Reese said he would consider killing. After meeting him she could see why. “Wow, that was surreal.” “Are you serious? Some stranger just came into our place of business and outed you, and that’s all you can say?” She didn’t really know what else to say. Yeah, it sucked. In a big way, and she was going to let Reese know as soon as possible, but getting upset about it wasn’t going to do her any good now. Besides, this was a horrible side effect of the lifestyle she’d chosen. “I guess it’s a good thing no one was here or that could have been a bit embarrassing.” To say the least.
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“I was here. My husband could have been here. Or worse yet, customers. What do you think would happen if our clientele heard his filth?” “We might pick up more business,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Constance yanked off her plastic gloves and tossed them down on the counter. “It’s not a laughing matter.” “It’s also not the end of the world,” Koko reminded her. “He’s one guy. One obviously disgruntled guy.” “These days one guy can make one post on one webpage and put an end to everything we’ve worked hard to build. And I’m not going to lose my business because you feel the need to get your freak on in public places.” “I shouldn’t have to change who I am to please anyone. What I do on my own time…” “Affects others. Especially when you do it wearing a shirt with our deli name on it. You’re fond of saying you’re a grown-ass woman. Well, act like it and handle your business before you end up the sole owner.” Koko reached out for her friend. “Constance, you don’t…” But the other woman held her hands up and walked into the back room, leaving Koko to face the fallout of her consequences all alone.
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Chapter Five There was work to be done and not nearly enough time to do it, but Reese was going to go at it guns blazing so he could finish as much as possible before he left. He didn’t want to bring the drama of work with him to dinner tonight. He just wanted tonight to be about them, and if he were lucky, they’d be naked very soon after dessert. When his phone rang, it startled him. He’d been so deep in thought that for a moment he’d forgotten where he was. Picking it up, he pressed it to his ear. “Desoto.” “Mr. Desoto, there’s a Ms. Brown here to see you, sir.” Just the sound of her name made him smile. “Send her back.” He heard a muffled conversation before the speaker became clear once more. “She’s asked for you come out to the lobby and meet with her, sir.” Reese scrunched his brow. How odd. “Okay, let her know I’ll be there in a few moments.” Excited to see her, he powered down his computer then rose. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair as he headed out the door. By the time he made it down to the lobby, he was once again the epitome of a suit-and-tie guy. As usual, the lobby was an ebb and flow of people, but it took only a few seconds for Reese to spot Koko standing near the check-in desk. She wasn’t dressed in her normal delivery outfit of short skirt and deli shirt. Today she was sporting jeans and a regular old T-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which made her look like a college freshman and not the sexy business owner he knew her to be. With a smile on his face, he made his way over to her. She must have been looking for him as well, because in just a few seconds her gaze connected with his. She quickly began to make her way to him, but instead of looking as pleased to see him as he was to see her, Koko looked upset. The concern on her face sent him to her side in record 58
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“It so fucking is the point.” “No, the point is this guy came to my job. Said these horrible things in front of my business partner. It was only by the grace of God there were no customers there.” “I’ll take care of this. Just tell me his name.” “I don’t know his name, and if I did, I wouldn’t say it. This isn’t about him. This is my business and I can’t let it suffer for the sake of great sex. I’m not a runner, bu—” “Then stop running.” “If this were just about me, I would. I don’t care what other people think about me, but this isn’t just about me.” “It was never just about you, Koko. Last time I checked, I was in the elevator with you.” “True, but we’re adults and when things go sour, we both know how to put our big girl panties and big boy Underroos on and just march forward, head held high. My business can’t do that. Constance can’t do that. And I need her in my life. She might drive me crazy but I love her, she’s my best friend, and she shouldn’t have to suffer for what we did.” “We shouldn’t have to suffer for what we did. And we’re not going to.” “Reese, you can’t beat up the world.” “It wasn’t the world who walked into your deli and threatened you.” “No, it was just a man, someone I’m not going to empower by giving his description. He wants a fallout. He’s probably hoping I do come running to you so he can provoke you into a fight.” “I can take care of myself.” “I have no doubt you could take him in a fistfight, but a courtroom would draw more attention, which would be even further bad press for my company. It’s a no-win situation, and I think it’s best if we stop things before we get too involved.”
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“How involved is too involved, Koko? I’m thinking of you all damn day. Wondering if we might have a future together. Wondering if we would be as dynamite in bed as we are in elevators. So if any of these things fall into the ‘too involved category’, then fuck it. I’m already there.” He studied her stricken face. “And I don’t think I’m the only one. Am I?” “It was only one night,” she said hoarsely. “Sometimes that’s all it takes.” She shook her head. “I can’t do this.” Koko went to leave but Reese grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. He lowered his lips to her ear. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me and I’ll never bother you again.” “I can’t be with you.” She pulled out of his grasp and looked up at him, her eyes clouded with unshed tears. “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry too.” This time Reese let her go but only so he could get to the bottom of things. She said she couldn’t be with him, not that she didn’t want to be with him, and that had left him just enough of an opening to squeeze all the way in. Irritated, Reese pulled out his cell phone and held down the number one button. The hot key immediately began to dial the programmed number. By the time Malachi answered, Reese was already on his way to the elevator. Without waiting for the other man to say more than hello, Reese fired off, “We need to have a talk.”
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Malachi rose from his seat then extended his hand to the empty chair in front of the desk. “Please have a seat. You know most everyone. Reese, my lawyers, names not important.” Putney nodded politely and took the seat offered. “Gentlemen.” Malachi took his seat and folded his hand on top of Putney’s employment folder. “Do you know why we’ve called you here, Mr. Putney?” “I don’t suppose it’s about a well-earned raise.” Putney’s snide tone grated on Reese’s nerves. The balls on this man must have been ten times the size of his belly. And if Putney hadn’t disrespected the woman he cared for, Reese might have been amused by his bravado. Instead, he was insulted by it. “I can honestly say a raise is not why you’re here.” Malachi opened the folder and extracted a mound of paperwork. He took the first section that was paper-clipped together and turned it out so Putney could see it. “This is the confidentiality agreement you signed when you were employed with Sarraf Enterprise. The gentlemen behind me will gladly go line by line with you to point out how your little lunch outing is grounds for termination.” “I can eat anywhere I please.” Reese took a step forward and opened his mouth to blast the insolent fool, but was stopped by Malachi, who calmly held up a hand. “Very true, Mr. Putney, but what you can’t do is insult my future sister-in-law.” “Future…” Startled, Putney glanced over at Reese, who was doing his best not to react at the label Malachi gave Koko. “He’s your brother?” “You mean you didn’t know?” Malachi asked, deadpan. Of course Putney didn’t know, not many people did. Malachi resembled his Israeli father more than he did their German mother, but brothers they were just the same.
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“How was I supposed to know? Or know she was his? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t letting us watch videos of his missus just a few days ago. Doesn’t sound like fiancée stuff to me.” “How my brother and my future sister-in-law choose to act out their bedroom hijinks is between them and their God. If you feel you were sexually harassed by catching her masturbating,” Malachi held up his hand. One of his lawyers instantly placed a stack of papers on top of his palm, which Malachi in turned presented to Putney, “feel free to file this complaint. You also might want to get a lawyer. But then of course you’d have to explain to your wife you were using the elevators to get your jollies off, even going as far as to make your own personal DVD.” “I don’t have a DVD,” Putney said quickly. “I just said that.” Malachi set the papers down in front of Putney, who was beginning to crack like the bad egg he was. “I’m sure that will be brought up in Ms. Brown’s countersuit against you for harassment and stalking. Either way, this is not going to end well for you. You’re fired, you’re more than likely going to be hit by a lawsuit from my sister-inlaw, who will of course have the full backing of my lawyers, and all the while you’ll have to explain to your wife how all of this came about. Or…” Malachi crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “You can just choose to quit your job of your own free will and walk away, an unemployed loser, but one without a million-dollar lawsuit coming after him. The choice is yours.” “It’s not really a choice, is it?” Putney attempted a sneer, but his fear was more than obvious. One of the lawyers moved from behind Malachi and set a new stack of papers in front of Putney on the desk. “Sign here and here, initial there and sign here.” Reese glanced over at his half brother, who was regarding the whole thing with aloof amusement. The mind fuck part of this was for Malachi, the next part would be all Reese, so he waited patiently.
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When Putney finished dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s, he pushed angrily from his chair. “All of this over some little black whore who gets off flashing her snatch to strangers. Really? Great gal you’re bringing in to the family, Mr. Sarraf.” Reese saw red. He moved forward to finish it, but Malachi stood and stepped in front of Reese. “We think she’s pretty swell. She’ll fit right in with us. But here’s a little lesson for you, Putney. You don’t fuck with family.” The office door swung open and Malachi’s personal security came in and flanked Putney. “Get him out of here.” “Yes, Mr. Sarraf,” they said in unison as they crowded in on the other man and escorted him out of the office. The lawyers followed suit, leaving as quietly as they had entered, staying long enough to pick up the paperwork off the desk. Once the room was empty, Malachi turned to his brother. The two men regarded each other silently for a moment. It wasn’t often Malachi came to the rescue, it was more Reese’s role to look after his younger brother, not just because of their age but because of his job. Reese would have handled the whole thing himself, but as Malachi pointed out, “You don’t send a butcher in to do a surgeon’s job.” “Thank you,” Reese said after a moment. “My pleasure. Did that go as you wanted?” “The first half went well; I’ll let you know about the second in just a bit.” Malachi glanced down at his watch. “It should take about ten minutes max for him to clean out his locker and head to his car.” “I was thinking the same thing.” Reese felt exhilarated. This was the moment he’d been waiting for since his talk with Koko. With the thought of the carnage about to take place, he carefully took off his coat and dropped it onto the chair Putney vacated. “I’ll give him a minute head start so it doesn’t look like I was waiting for him.”
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“Remember to make him swing first. The cameras in the parking garage will pick up everything, but he has to swing first. Might even do you some good to let him get in a lick or two.” Reese unfastened his watch and set it down on Malachi’s desk then went to work rolling up his sleeves. “And that will be all he gets.” “I’ll have the cameras monitored and have the police called as soon as the fight starts. With the video evidence and you pressing assault charges, I think our little friend will have a long, lonely weekend to enjoy his black eye.” “That won’t be the only thing he’ll be enjoying.” Malachi tsked. “Make sure you don’t kill the man. We head for England in two weeks.” “I’m not going to kill him. I’m just going to make him wish he were dead.” “And my soon-to-be sister-in-law?” This time Reese laughed at the title. “Don’t you think sister-in-law is a bit premature?” “I’ve never seen you this worked up over a woman before. I take it as a sign.” “You take everything as a sign.” Malachi nodded his head regally. “Be that as it may, you still haven’t answered my question. What are you going to do about Ms. Brown?” Reese paused. That was the only thing he didn’t have a real answer for. He wasn’t going to push her. He wanted her, God knows he did, but he wouldn’t make the choice for her. The only thing he could do was make sure Putney never said her name again. “Well?” Malachi asked, persistent as always. “I’m going to do the only thing I can. Give her time.” “I had a feeling you were going to say that.” Malachi reached for the file he’d been reading before everyone had joined him and went right back to work. “Hit him one time for me, big brother.” 66
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“Logic and my conscience. I reacted poorly,” Constance said solemnly. “You think?” “Yes. The last thing you needed then, or ever actually, is me up on a cross. I should have been your friend instead of giving you shit. I may not agree with the way you get down, but that’s your business.” When Koko went to open her mouth to interject, Constance held her hand up. “I do still think wearing the company logo while you’re getting freaky is a bit much, but I’ve given it some thought and came to the conclusion it might attract the kinky customers, and they have money to spend as well, right?” “Right.” Koko laughed. “That’s who we should be marketing to.” “Plus, you’ve been a real downer since you came back from seeing Reese. Your moping is sickening. Go take the sandwiches and make up with him. Just put on a different T-shirt if you’re going to do it in an elevator.” “I think I can manage that, but Reese may not want to make up with me. Besides, it was just one time.” A flash of humor flickered in Constance’s eyes. “I’m willing to bet you made an impression on him.” “True.” She nodded. “I am me after all.” “Exactly.” Constance smiled. “By the by, we have an extra order today.” “From who?” “Malachi Sarraf. He requested you deliver it in person.” “Really?” “Yeah. Weird, right?” “Completely.” A shadow of alarm slipped over her. “Do you think maybe he heard something about what happened and he wants to terminate our contract?” “I don’t think he’d feel the need to order from us first before he tears up our contract.” “You never know.” 68
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Uncertainty crept over her, but she bravely put on a cheerful front. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Twenty minutes later Koko stood outside the large doors of Malachi’s office, beginning to wonder if there might have been another way to find out after all. She was nervous as hell and all she wanted to do was go find Reese and make up, but first she had to deal with work first. Clearing her throat, she knocked softly on the door. His secretary had already told her to go in, but Koko preferred to err on the side of caution. She waited until she heard “Come in” before she ventured into the large room. The second she stepped foot into the room, her nervousness disappeared and was replaced with simple awe. Mr. Sarraf’s office was larger than her entire apartment, and she couldn’t help but gawk at it like some gauche schoolgirl. The size of it truly bordered on the absurd and the wow factor was off the chart. “Are you going to bring me my lunch or stare at my office all day?” Startled, Koko looked to where the voice had come from to find a tall Middle Eastern man staring at her. She’d seen him in photos in magazines enough to know the man speaking to her was Malachi Sarraf. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sarraf. I have your lunch right here.” “Please call me Malachi.” There was a formal wording to the way he talked and an accent she couldn’t quite place. “Where would you like me to place it?” He gestured to his spotless marble desk. “There is fine.” “Okay.” Intimidated by his mere presence, she rushed the cart over to his desk and began to unload the items he’d requested. All the while she readied his lunch, he stood back silently and watched her. And as usual, whenever she felt uneasy, she blathered. “I want to thank you for choosing our deli to supply you with your lunch today.”
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“I have heard many good things about you and your company. I decided it was time I discovered what all the fuss was about.” “Fuss.” Koko froze. “There’s been fuss about our company?” Oh God, she would hate for everything Constance said to be true and especially so soon after they’d made up. “No,” he said pointedly. “Not about your company.” Gathering her courage, Koko turned to face the dominating man. “What sort of fuss, Mr. Sarraf?” “The sort that always happens when there is a beautiful woman involved.” “With all my heart I would love to pretend I don’t have an inkling of what you are referring to, but honestly, I just can’t. I will promise though, if you don’t break our contract, I will never step foot in this building again.” He cocked his head. “Now why would I want to make an agreement like that? Besides, my brother would be none too pleased.” “Your brother?” “Yes, my br—” Just as he began to answer, the doors to the right of her parted, revealing an elevator she hadn’t even noticed. “What’s this message about you wanting to have lun—” Reese’s words faltered as did his footsteps as he exited the lift. “Koko. What are you doing here?” “Good question.” Stunned, she turned from Reese to Malachi, who was unwrapping his sandwich. “What are we doing here?” “I’m having lunch and my brother is having you.” “Brother!” Koko looked from one man to the other, startled at the revelation. “You two are brothers.” Malachi frowned. “Why is that the first thing people always say? I’m beginning to think we need to make an announcement or something.” “You know why we don’t.” 70
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“No, she would not,” Reese answered before she could get the opportunity. “I took care of it and that’s all you need to know.” “Yeah, if you think you’re just going to dismiss this conversation so easily, you’re dead wrong.” Malachi laughed. “Brother. I like her.” Reese shot the other man an annoyed look before turning gentler eyes on Koko. “Can we talk?” “I’d like that very much.” “Go ahead and leave the cart in here. I’m sure it would only get in the way.” Reese took her hand as they headed in the direction of the elevator. “I should have drowned him at birth.” Koko cast a glance over her shoulder at the other man, who was watching them with a smile on his handsome face. “I kind of like him.” Reese snorted. “He’s meddlesome.” “He wants to see his brother happy.” “His brother can take care of his own happiness.” “Oh yeah?” The elevator door opened and Reese hustled her in. “Oh yeah.” “Prove it.” “It would be my pleasure.” Reese clicked the button to the lobby then turned back to look at her with a devilish grin in his eyes. “Going down.” Koko pushed him against the wall and lowered herself to her knees. “You better believe it.”
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Chapter Six Reese stood as if in complete shock. The very last thing he expected to see when he went to his brother’s office was Koko. He’d been thinking so hard about her, wondering how much time he should give her before approaching her again, and then bam, out of the blue, there she was, chatting it up in Malachi’s office. And now the woman he hadn’t been able to get out of his head was on her knees in front of him, undoing his pants. He’d never been this lucky in his life. “Koko, come up here.” “I like where I am right here.” She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside to cop a feel. A really, really good feel. She hadn’t even bothered to unbutton him, which made her movements seem even seedier and sexier for some reason. “Don’t you?” He opened his mouth to respond only to end up getting his words tangled up with a moan as she took hold of his shaft in her soft, warm hand. “Oh Ko— Hmm.” Reese cleared his throat. Hard. He was going to have to get his shit together if he was ever going to get any words to come out. The very last thing he wanted was for this to be just another one-time deal. If they fucked this time, it would have to be because there was going to be a next time soon. As much as it pained him to do it, Reese reached down and pulled Koko’s hand away from his cock. He used his grasp to bring her to her feet. Once she was steady, he brought her soft hands up to his mouth and kissed her fingertips. “Let’s take a step backward, shall we, and talk for a minute.” “Talk…in an elevator.” Koko pulled her hands free and placed them on the lapel of his jacket then pushed it off his shoulders and to the floor. “I think you’re asking too much.” 73
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He could see her point. Just being next to her for this short of time was already having a very uplifting effect on his cock. “Fine, let’s talk fast.” She undid his belt and pulled it through the loops. “Real fast.” “Not that I’m not pleased to see you.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge for a second before letting it go again. “And believe me when I say I’m pleased, but what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to call a timeout because of your business.” A reason he respected but hated in equal doses. “Constance and I decided it would be easier to change our marketing strategy than it would be to change me. Plus, I agreed the next time I found myself in a situation like this,” to his surprise and pleasure, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, “I make sure I wasn’t wearing a company shirt.” “I like this plan.” He ran his hungry gaze over her lace-covered breasts. “I really like this plan.” “Plus, I was pouting. Missing you, even though it’s only been one day. I kept reminding myself of that exact fact too, but it didn’t make the longing stop. It’s not normal.” “Not at all,” he agreed. “But what’s so good about normal anyway?” “My thoughts exactly,” she said with a smile. It was her smile that did him in. Reese couldn’t resist her a second longer. He bent low and tasted her lips lightly before dipping his tongue inside and deepening the kiss. He enjoyed the sweet moment for what it was, reveling in it for a few moments before he pulled away and began to undress. He had to be inside her again. The quicker, the better. Koko ran her tongue over her lips as if she were chasing his taste as she watched him. “Now your turn. I have two questions for you.” She undid the front clasp of her bra. “Brothers? Really?”
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“Yeah.” Reese grimaced as took his shirt off. This was not the sort of thing he wanted to be thinking about right now. “I don’t really want to talk about Malachi while you’re taking your clothes off. There’s something so not right about that.” She’d been in the process of peeling the cup away, but paused. “I can get redressed if you like.” Fuck that. “We’re half brothers. Same mother, different fathers. We didn’t grow up together. We reconnected when he was in his teens, been together ever since. The end,” he said, really fast. “Lose the bra.” Koko laughed but did as he requested. “Wow, that was easy.” “I can get a lot done with the right motivation,” he remarked as he unsnapped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. “Honey, I’m all the motivation you’ll ever need.” Reese toed off his shoes then stepped out of the puddle of clothing on the floor and moved closer to her, nude as the day he was born. “I could not agree more.” “Last question.” He watched hungrily as she unsnapped her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. “Make it good because you’ll be too busy to do much talking after.” “Hmmm, you promise?” She slipped her hands inside her waistband and pushed the denim down over her hips to pool at her feet before kicking them off her ankles. His mouth watered as he took in her scantily clad form. Reese wasn’t sure the red scrap of fabric could actually be considered underwear, but he’d be damned if he didn’t find it arousing just the same. “I guarantee it.” “Did you fight that guy who came into the deli?” Somehow he knew she was going to ask and frankly, just thinking about the other man made him want to hit the bastard again. “Fight implies he had a chance.” “Did he?” “Not a chance in hell.” 75
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She reached up and gently touched the mark under his eye. “But the bruise?” “Had to make it look good. Legal reasons. Although I don’t really think the cops bought it. Not much they can do about it though. He did swing at me first.” “And you did what then?” “Beat the piss out of him. I mean that literally by the way.” Koko tossed her head back and laughed. The sound, like the woman, was sexy as hell. “What am I going to do with you?” A question with an easy answer. Reese backed her against the wall. “Fuck me.” “My pleasure.” “No.” He lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. “Our pleasure.” Koko wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes, indeed,” she said, before covering her mouth with his.
Koko might have initiated the kiss, but Reese was the one who dominated it. Taking over, which she was beginning to see was his way, he slipped his tongue between her lips. Her nipples tightened as her pussy began to swell. If it weren’t for the panties she still had on, she knew she would have left a damp trail against his midriff. The man was simply divine. How she’d lasted a day without tasting him, she didn’t know. They hadn’t been together for more than a few minutes before she’d been on her knees in front of him again. The attraction between them was too strong to ignore or resist, and she wasn’t going to, not for a second longer. The whys and hows of their coming together weren’t important. All that mattered was she was his, be it for today, a week or a year, it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t walk away from him again. Groaning, Koko broke the kiss and glanced over at the numbers on the panel. They were getting dangerously close to the ground floor. “You better hit up again.”
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“Or better yet…” Without releasing her, Reese reached over to the panel and hit the large red button. The elevator came to a jarring stop. The small room instantly filled with a loud, grating siren that made their little rendezvous less than romantic. “Was this part of the plan?” “Yes. Fabulous, isn’t it?” “I don’t kno—” Before she could finish her thought, a loud voice boomed over the loudspeaker. “Mr. Sarraf, this is Kirby in maintenance. Your elevator stopped, sir, we’re checking now to see what the problem is. Would you like me to contact Mr. Desoto while you wait?” “Kirby, this is Desoto. Cut the siren and then get back to work. The elevator is in working order. I’ve stopped it for another reason.” “Yes sir, Mr. Desoto.” The alarm shut off, blanketing the compartment with blessed silence. “Now where were we?” Reese asked as if they’d never been interrupted. Koko had to hand it to him. The man had skills. “You were about to lie back on the floor and let me ride you.” “Oh yes.” He nodded sagely. “That’s exactly where we were, but before you sit on my cock, I want you to sit on my face while you suck me off.” His words were dirty yet it completely worked for her. “I think something can be arranged.” “I know it can.” There was absolutely no delicate ladylike way to cop a squat over a guy’s face, but Koko did it with as much dignity as she could, all the while keeping her eye on the prize. His cock. She was so hungry for a taste of his thick dick that she licked her lips in anticipation.
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The second she moved into position, Reese went in for the kill. His enthusiasm was contagious and exciting. Leaning forward, Koko engulfed Reese’s cock in her mouth and took him as deep as she could in one fell swoop without gagging. Unlike some lucky bitches, Koko had a gag reflex, so she couldn’t suck him as fast or as deep as she wanted, but she worked with what she could, humming and lapping around the tastiest cock she’d ever had the pleasure of taking between her lips. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to concentrate on pleasing Reese, but the longer she worked his pole, the more difficult it became to do a good job because he apparently was just as intent on driving her out of her mind with pleasure as she was him, but in her opinion at least, he was winning. His talented tongue was keeping her off balance. Since this was the first time she’d given him head, Koko of course wanted to bring her A game. She was too busy feeling and enjoying the wicked things he was doing with his mouth to do more than give him lip service. She was ashamed of herself, but she was also about to come. Talk about a conundrum. Unable to hold out any longer, Koko pulled her mouth free from his cock. “Reese…I…can’t…” She whimpered her need. “Oh…fuck…” She couldn’t even get a sentence out, it was that good. Here she was in an elevator sixty-nining with a man she’d met two days ago. As dirty and wrong as it was, the very idea made her hot as hell and the thought, along with Reese’s very talented tongue, had her coming and coming hard. Koko released her grasp on his cock out of fear of hurting him and braced her hands on the floor beside his thighs. “Oh fuck. Stop, stop, stop,” she pleaded as she tried her best to move off and away from Reese’s mouth. “Please. Stop.” “What’s wrong?” He spoke so close to her aroused clit that the words wafted across her overheated flesh. “I need you inside me. Now.” “Greedy.” He released his hold on her thigh, allowing her to crawl off him. 78
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“Condom,” she demanded, too impatient for please and thank you. Reese pointed to his slacks in the corner. “In the wallet, which is in my back pocket.” “On it.” Desperate, Koko made quick work of finding her prize. She ripped into the square foil before she even came back to his side. “Let me…” “No,” he said firmly. “You’re too keyed up. You might rip it, which means no sex.” That would be a tragedy. “Good point.” Impatient as ever, Koko watched as Reese suited up for their protection. The second he was done though, she crawled right over him and maneuvered into place. “You hungry for my cock, angel?” “Starving.” “It’s all yours. Come get it and bring it home.” She didn’t have to be told twice. Koko placed one hand on his chest for leverage while she used the other to guide his condom-covered shaft into her sex. As she descended on his thick shaft, Koko dropped her head back and let out a deep breath. Despite wanting it more than her next breath, Koko couldn’t fit him all in on the first try. It took a few attempts before she was able to comfortably sink him balls-deep inside her. She gasped as he filled her deep. “Reese.” “Fuck…” He growled as he pushed his hips up toward her. “Fuck, baby. Ride me.” She dug her nails in his chest, using the firm muscles as an anchor to help her ride his well-slicked shaft. Shamelessly she rode him. Her pace fast and frantic. It was almost as if there were an energy inside her she had to burn out, the quicker the better. Even though she’d come just seconds earlier, it didn’t seem like it was nearly enough. She wanted more. More of him, more of the magic he created between her thighs. She simply wanted him. “Fuck me, Reese.”
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Even though she was in the driver’s seat, Reese seemed to have no problem backseat driving her. He gripped his fingers into her thick hips and began to rock up as he pulled her down onto him in a relentless pace. Koko let out a deep moan as he used his strength to work her up and down his shaft. “You feel so good. So tight. All around me. It seems like months instead of days since I was buried inside you.” “Years,” she argued. “God. So good.” “Never again,” he muttered. “Mine. You’re mine.” “Yes…yes…oh yes.” She bucked and writhed on him, milking his cock with the tight walls of her cunt. She was so lost to the moment that nothing but him made sense to her. All that she was, all that she would ever be was his for the taking. “Hot and tight. Pretty pussy, all browns and pink, sucking my dick in. So fucking pretty. Love the way my flesh looks moving inside yours,” he said in a rough tone. “I just can’t get enough of fucking you.” She didn’t want him to. Not ever. Trying to be mindful of their surroundings, Koko bit her lip to keep from screaming as their pace sped up. She dug her nails into his flesh and countered his moves, pushing back into him as he thrust up into her. Their frantic motions were far too much for her to bear, and when her orgasm hit, it was hard and fast, leaving Koko no other choice but to surrender to the onslaught of pleasure. Her pussy clutched hungrily at his cock, clamping down on his thick shaft as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. Reese followed after her, roaring his release as he came hard and fast inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled low and deep as he flooded the condom with his come. She dropped forward on him as aftershocks rocked through her trembling frame. Once she could get her breathing back under control, Koko eased up a bit. She folded one arm across his chest and rested her chin on it as she looked lovingly at this man whom she’d only known for such a short time but who’d managed to make her feel so
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special and so treasured just the same. With gentle fingers she caressed his lips, tracing them all the way around before tapping him softly on his bottom lip. “Reese.” Reese cracked his eyes open just a bit and peeked at her. “Uh-hum.” “Have I told you about my limo fetish yet?” Laughing, he placed a hand on her back then rolled her over so she was beneath a now very attentive Reese. “No, I don’t believe you have.” “I figured I should mention it. Just in case you might want to fulfill it. No pressure or anything.” “Of course I want to fulfill it, but can we do one of mine first?” She had to love his enthusiasm. “Sure…what is it?” “I have this urge to fuck you…in a bed.” Koko threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, you dirty boy.” “Do you think you’re woman enough to take it?” “I know I am.” “You know what,” Reese cupped his hand around the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his. “I couldn’t agree more.”
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About the Author Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the proud mother of an extremely smart toddler, three evil dogs and a mess of ants that she can’t seem to get rid of. When not writing, she can be found reading, watching movies, lifting up the cushions on the couch to look for batteries for the remote control and plotting different ways to bring Buffy back on the air.
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Also by Lena Matthews Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis IV anthology Friends with Benefits with Maggie Casper Full Exposure with Evangeline Anderson Georgia Peach Naughty Games 1: Seven Minutes in Heaven Naughty Games 2: I Never Naughty Games 3: Double Dare Maverick’s Black Cat with Maggie Casper Myth of Moonlight with Liz Andrews Shadow of Moonlight with Liz Andrews Something Worth Fighting For Stud Muffin Wanted The Gift with Liz Andrews When Angels Fall
Print books by Lena Matthews Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis IV anthology Good Girl Seeks Bad Rider anthology Maverick’s Black Cat with Maggie Casper Myths and Shadows with Liz Andrews Naughty Games anthology Something Worth Fighting For Succulent anthology Tempting Treats anthology
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