Zenobia Vlachos works as a computer tech at a big electronics store in Daytona. She meets Ax Kazan, a police officer, when he pulls her over in traffic. There is an immediate connection between them, but Zenobia isn’t about to rush to bed with him. Ax makes the excuse that he needs computer work done, to see her at work, and takes her to lunch.
After eating, Zenobia still had some time before going back to work. They took a short walk around the plaza before dropping by his car. It wasn’t so much that Ax wanted to put his computer away, though that was his excuse. He really wanted to get her somewhere more private so he could kiss her.
Keeping his distance with most of his body, he brushed her ear and neck with his nose and lips. His lips tingled, wanting to kiss her, but this was an exercise in control for him—and a way to make himself irresistible.
Ax’s hot breath on her skin made Zenobia shiver with desire. Her nipples stiffened and she felt uncomfortably warm in places she shouldn’t be thinking about in public. Ax continued his seductive journey and she continued to shiver delightfully.
“I—uuuhh….. I put—um—oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Ax laughed. “Now, now, such language from a lady,” he whispered.
“You bastard, you’re doing that on purpose.”
“Uh huh.” He tilted his head, concentrating on the nape of her neck. He breathed on her again, his mouth less than an inch from her skin.
“Oh, God,” she squeaked softly. She felt a gush of moisture in her panties.
Eyes closed, she waited for him to continue. His prominent nose tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. His hot breath puffed across her skin like a warm, sultry breeze.
How could he be making her so hot without even touching her? Zenobia didn’t understand it. Usually, men couldn’t keep their hands off her and tried every way they could to excite her. Ax had her ready to cum and he’d done it with his breath. She pressed her lips together to rid them of the tingling his erotic ministrations had prompted. She had to distract him, or she’d embarrass herself by dragging him into the comfortable back seat of his Impala.
“Over seven hundred items showed up on your computer,” she whispered at him.
It took Ax a moment to put the words together. He heard her, but he certainly wasn’t listening. “What does that mean?”
“It means quit cruising porn sites.”
Ax chuckled, his breath caressing her throat in little puffs. “Well, now that I’ve got you, I will.”
Eyes narrowed as she turned to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That means,” he murmured seductively, his voice dropping an octave, “that I don’t need porn when I can think about you.”
The blood rushed to her face and her jaw dropped. “Oh, my God!” she said in a shocked whisper.
“Is it so hard to conceive?” he murmured against her neck, fingertips lightly touching her.
“No man ever said he was going to—do that—by thinking of me.”
“Why are you any less exciting than a porn star? You’re beautiful, Zenobia. You have great curves in all the right places. You should be flattered.”
Zenobia pressed her lips together, considering what he said. “Strangely, I am,” she admitted with a grin. “You would really—thinking about me?”
Ax leaned closer, his mouth right by her ear. “What makes you think I haven’t already?”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes