Page 32 of Zen's Crash

I slide one hand through her long, dark hair and gently pull her head back. “I’m going to kiss you, touch you, and give you pleasure. If at any point you want me to stop all you have do is say so.”

She grins at me. “Likewise, if I’m getting to be too much for you, just tap out or say ‘uncle’.”

Oh, I like this sassy, dark haired beauty. When I dip my head and ghost my lips over hers, she squirms in my lap. There’s no hiding my hard-on, but the way she shifts her hips and rubs against me lets me know that it’s not something that’s bothering her. Taking the kiss deeper, I swipe my tongue acrossthe seam of her lips. The moment she opens for me, my tongue dips in to slide against hers. She groans, and her nails dig into my chest. That tiny bite of pain chips away at my self-control, and I start to forget that we might have a viewer. I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer, until she’s sitting on my rock-hard cock.

If I thought she’d be scared off by what I’m packin’, I would have been very much mistaken. She grinds her pussy against my thick cock, clearly enjoying herself.

As for me, I forget all about why she’s in my lap, and that we’re supposed to be putting on a show to provoke her stalker. When our lips break apart, we’re both breathless and thoroughly aroused. I rest my forehead against hers and whisper, “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a kiss so much.”

She gazes up at me, her pupils dilated with lust. “Me neither.”

That’s when I realize she’s slipped one hand inside her shorts, and she’s stroking herself. Fucking hell, this woman is hot. Something about that kicks up my arousal another notch.

Without thinking, I tug her hand free and bring it to my face. I can smell the sweetness of her honey. It clings to her fingers like an ambrosia of the gods. I carefully put each of her fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean.

“You, sweetness, are delicious,” I tell her, as my hand moves down to seek out her heat. She parts her legs, allowing me to take over what she was doing. As I hook my fingers into her panties, I say, “Come, taste yourself on my tongue.”

She immediately cups my face and gives me a lingering kiss that’s all tongues and teeth. Her eagerness is adorable, but it all stops when my wet fingers start teasing her clit. Instead, her head falls back and her eyes close. I use my thumb to delve inside her core, seeking out her g-spot, even as my fingers keep circling and dancing over her clit. It doesn’t take long before she comes with my name on her lips.

My cock is about to explode all on its own, but I ignore it in favor of watching Lexi experience the pleasure I’m giving her. She’s really beautiful when she comes. All I can think of is Lexi and her long black hair, Lexi and her beautiful pouty lips, Lexi and the pretty noises she makes as she shatters apart under my touch.

In that moment of quiet afterglow we hear something.

“Slut.”

It’s barely audible. Both of us turn to look at her computer at the same time. The way they drag out the word sounds angry or disgusted. Nothing looks amiss on her screen though. When she turns to look at me, I motion for her to shut her computer down and switch off her Wi-Fi router.

Once the computer’s switched off, Lexi turns to me and says excitedly, “I can’t believe that worked!”

I slowly bring my hand up and lick my fingers clean before responding. “I had a hunch it would. The question is, if this is your dad’s killer, or someone from your past.”

“What? Of course it’s the killer. I mean, who else would it be?”

Pulling her onto my lap again, I break it down for her, “Think hard, Lexi. Have you ever had a bad break-up, a bully in school, a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer, or anything like that?”

She shakes her head. “No. I swear. I’ve had a boyfriend or two, but they were the ones who broke up with me.”

I lick my lips to enjoy the last drop of her honey before responding, “Fools, the lot of them.”

She looks amused, “That’s beside the point. I honestly think it’s the same guy. Remember how he wanted to trade my father for me?”

“I haven’t forgotten that bastard wanted you. I plan to make sure he never gets his hands on you.” Glancing at her computer, I drop the bad news, “You know I’m gonna have to take your PC in for a full forensic analysis, right?”

She pushes up off me and sits back on the bed with her back against the wall. Drawing her knees up, she wraps her arms around them. “How long do you think that will take? It’s the only computer I have. I won’t know what to do with myself if I can’t get online.”

Turning to face her, I explain, “I own a computer repair shop, I can lend you a laptop or a tablet until I’m done examining yours, if you want? Alternatively, we end up with a lot of spare parts, which we use to make custom builds. You can pick out whatever you want to use and do a custom build.”

Her expression lights up. “I wouldn’t want to take something you could sell. How about while you’re examining my desktop, I do a custom build out of spare parts in your shop. When I getmy computer back, you can sell it. It’s a win-win, with both of us getting something out of the deal.”

I gesture across the room at the computer she’s building from salvaged parts. “You like the hardware aspect of computers?”

She nods enthusiastically. “I absolutely do. With custom-built machines you can control every aspect.”

“That sounds like a good opportunity for us to stick together.”

“Yeah,” she tells me. “Now we’ve pissed off a killer, we need to watch our backs.”

“Well, my club brothers are providing round-the-clock protection wherever we are and at this house as well. I’ll operate more like your personal bodyguard, while they provide perimeter security.”

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