Page 17 of Paddle Bunny

His relieved smile made her pussy clench. “All right, but we will have to make a dinner date this week for just the two of us. No well-meaning friends allowed.”

“I’d like that,” Zoe said as he led her out the front door of her building and to a silver stretch limousine idling at the curb. “Wow, this is quite a car.”

“We only use it when we go to special event where we are all traveling together,” Morgan said before opening the door. “After you, bunny.”

Touched by his chivalry, Zoe climbed inside and took the second available seat, which happened to be the center of the back seat. Morgan settled next to her a few seconds later. The door closing was apparently the signal for the car to move, for a moment later, they were underway.

Morgan secured her seatbelt and then his own before making introductions. “Zoe Love, I’m sure you’ve met before, but please officially meet my friends. Roque Palmeri is sitting beside you. Across the way, left to right is Viking Harrison, Santee Mariano, and Bjorn Hightower.”

“Hello,” Zoe said with a small wave, wondering whether or not this was the biggest mistake she’d ever made.

By the time Morgan walked Zoe into her building several hours later, he wondered if it was too soon to talk her into moving into his penthouse.

Of course it was.

Everything he had learned about her over brunch confirmed to him over and over that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Thanks to Roque’s curious questioning, he knew their tastes in music, movies, and books were similar, with just enough differences to keep things interesting.

Now all he had to do was heat things up in the dungeon and between the sheets to show her that her masochistic kinks lined up with his sadistic ones. But that would have to wait until later in the week. She had refused to go to an afternoon movie with them because she went on call for the clinic at five o’clock and needed to make sure she had her uniforms ready for the week ahead.

As they approached her door, Morgan pulled her to a stop. When she turned to face him, he stepped close and wrapped both arms around her back, one around her waist and the other cupped the back of her neck to hold it still for his kiss.

The moment their lips met, she melted against him and wrapped her arms around his middle. That was when Morgan added the heat. In three heartbeats, the sweet, good-bye PG-13 kiss that was public appropriate roared to an R bordering on X-rated one.

A soft gasp from behind him had Morgan ease back and eventually break the kiss to lift his head. An elderly couple slowly shuffled down the hall toward them. The woman looked scandalized as she passed them while her gentleman companion grinned and winked at him.

At least Zoe’s face was buried against his chest, so she didn’t see her neighbors. It took another few minutes before Zoe’s breathing slowed and she lifted her head before taking a half step back and breaking their embrace.

“When can I see you again?” Morgan asked just before he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Zoe had to clear her throat and swallow twice before she whispered, “I’m on call from this evening until Friday at 5 o’clock. It will be Friday before I can come to the club. If you want?”

Morgan grinned at her hesitant question. “Of course I want. If I didn’t think you would have me arrested for kidnapping, I would take you home with me right now and not let you out of my bed for a month.”

“Unfortunately, my boss would not be happy if I don’t show up for work,” Zoe said with a giggle.

Though tempted to tell her to quit and let him take care of her, that he would happily support her, Morgan knew that would never go over.

Zoe was a dedicated medical professional the world needed. He would never demand she give up her career. But he wasn’t above trying to figure out a way she could use her medical training to help Towrisea International in one way or another. He’d have to talk to Bjorn and Viking about that.

“Well, I guess I will leave you. But I want you to text me. A lot. And I expect my texts to be answered within an hour or there will be consequences when next we meet.”

“If I can. Sometimes emergencies won’t allow me to respond right away.”

She looked more settled, and though Morgan did not want to leave her, he popped one last quick kiss on her lips before stepping back, well out of arm’s reach.

“Go in before I forget I’m a gentleman, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you off like a pirate.”

“Oooo, sounds like fun, but I really need to spend some time getting ready for the week.” With that, Zoe opened her door and stepped inside. “See you Friday?”

“Friday at nine in the club’s lobby. I’ll send a car for you.” Her sassy grin had his already hard cock twitching.

Zoe shook her head with a smile. “You don’t need to do that. I think I can get there on my own.”

“Nevertheless, I’ll send a car,” he repeated in a tone that told her it wasn’t a question, but an order. “Bring some clothes for the weekend because you’ll be coming home with me after.”

“In that case, thank you, Sir.”

“I’m leaving now,” Morgan said taking another step backward. “Have a great week and call me tonight before you go to bed.”

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