Page 31 of Learn For Me
“Of course not. What did I just say?”
Uh-oh, had he kept on speaking while she… he really did have an excellent physique for a man of his age, she noted with a hum of pleasure when he leaned away. She traced the firm outline of his pectoral muscles, brushing her fingertips over the short, dark hairs covering them. She liked the scatter of silver ones.
And then there was the vague shadow of a six-pack running down his abdomen, bisected by a thick scar. Certainly not defined, but enough to negate a paunch. Plus, there was this cute little trail of hair leading all the way down to—
“Zeke! Daddy says breakfast is re—oooooh.”
Olivia’s head snapped up, her forehead connecting with Zeke’s chin. Her yelp was a mixture of shock and pain, but her embarrassment was ten times worse as her eyes slid to the side, where a woman with shoulder-length, raven black hair stood with a matching toddler on her hip.
Two pairs of shockingly deep blue eyes stared back at her.
It wasn’t hard to recognize Alicia; there was no forgetting Atticus’s mischievous better half. Time had been kind to her, filling out her figure and face. She no longer resembled a discarded waif, but was a woman in her own right.
Damn her, she didn’t look older than twenty, despite the small girl on her hip, the birth of her son, and the baby rounding out her belly.
“Did I knock myself out on the headboard last night?” Olivia murmured to Zeke from the corner of her mouth. “Give myself a concussion?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’m hallucinating…”
Alicia’s mirage waggled her fingers in an excited hello wave.
“Lisha, we’ll be out in a few minutes. Remind me to speak to your Daddy about teachin’ you to knock.”
“I knows about sex, silly. Anyways, yous under the covers.”
“Not the point, and you know it.”
As her lover argued with her boss’s childlike wife, Olivia shrank into the mattress and prayed for the earth to swallow her whole, bed and all. How could shenottake her surroundings into consideration before letting Zeke… do what he’d done?
She moaned like a dying moose, an utter sound of despair, when she realized she’d made a lot of noise last night. A lot of loud, obviously sexual noises. In someone else’s home. While losing her virginity.
How much had they heard?
Okay, now she really did need the bathroom. Throwing up was in the cards, and she was reluctant to add to her already sky-high humiliation by evacuating her stomach contents all over the sheets.
“Privacy, Alicia. Now.” Zeke’s hand closed around Olivia’s throat firmly, his fingers pressing down on a point that did something soothing to her anxiety as she tried to wiggle from beneath him. “Close the door on your way out.”
The Little heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll tell Daddy you’re naked and need five minutes. Come on, Natasha. We’re having pancakes! Nom, nom, nom.”
Olivia didn’t relax until the door clunked shut loudly. The constriction around her throat made it hard to swallow, but the warmth of his palm connected her to him.
“Pancakes,” Zeke murmured enticingly. “Atticus’ specialty since he met Alicia.”
“I’m not really hungry.”
Green slits narrowed at her as he scowled. “Lost some weight since you’ve been taking care of your mom. Grief’s taken its toll too. You’ll eat, Livvy, because you need to, and because bad girls who faint from hunger don’t get fucked as hard or as often as they want.”
Her core clamped on emptiness, eliciting a full-body shudder. She was wet again, that damn ache reviving, but they both knew she needed time. His thumb caressed her pulse point in calming sweeps. “How much do you think they heard? I can’t sit at a table with people who’ve listened to me…”
“Come all over my dick like a queen?” Zeke’s expression softened. “Once Avalon reopens, I’ll take you there. It’ll open your eyes, and you’ll learn that we don’t care what noises you make or what your orgasm face looks like. We appreciate beauty in all its forms, angel; there ain’t nothing more beautiful than you chasin’ your pleasure and catchin’ it.”
There ain’t nothing more beautiful than you.
Seven words that brought love and warmth to her heart, and a vibrant blush to her cheeks. What the hell did her orgasm face look like to him? “People watch?”
“Watch, listen, study, value. For some subs, voyeurism and exhibitionism is easy; others—like you, I imagine—find it difficult to stop thinking and just feel. It takes a great deal of trust for submissives to be under the spotlight at their Dom’s request, and they often require the comfort and safety of a familiar place. There’s no other experience like being fucked in public, in a friendly environment.”