Eraser by Megan Keith Page B

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    He moaned in her ear and kissed the back of her neck, sending a chill through her body.
    “YES!” she screamed once before her body convulsed yet again in pleasure.  She wanted to collapse, she wanted to lie down, her body suddenly felt like a dead weight but he didn’t stop, he continued to pound into her.  She was exhausted but she forced herself to remain in position as he claimed her over and over.  His hands at her throat keeping her upright until he eventually climaxed, his throbbing cock slowing and thrusting into her a couple more times as he released.
    As soon as he pulled out of her she sat back on her heels and dropped backwards into his arms.  His hot chest pressed into her back and his strong arms encircled her.  She tilted her head back, her cheek leaning into him.  She finally had the opportunity to look at him but she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open.  He kissed her chin, just below the lips where she wanted him to kiss her, and then repositioned her on the bed.  Curling on her side, she let out a contented sigh when he draped a sheet over her body.  She was vaguely aware of him leaving the bed.  The room was silent and she had no idea when that had happened. 
    When did the music stop? was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five
     
     
    She felt hot and sweaty when she woke.  A heavy weight was pressing on her.  She blinked her eyes open and saw that it was Sir’s arm.  His body was curved into hers and their legs entwined.  Untangling her legs, she rolled over to face him.  She let her eyes wander over his chest, the lower half of his body covered by the sheet.  The curves of his pecks, the definition of his six pack - this guy had the body of a fitness model.  He was perfect.
    S nuggling in closer, she breathed him in.  His arms again held her.  Tilting her head backwards she looked up at his handsome face.  He was awake and the look on his face was one of conflicting emotions.  On one hand, he looked calm and at peace, and on the other he looked unsure.  She didn’t know what to make of it.  His dark eyes were looking at her with an intensity she couldn’t quite read. 
    Could it be admiration?
    She lifted her head as he leant forward, finally capturing her lips with his own.  This was their first kiss.  It was slow and sensual.  Tender and sweet.  It was what she had always hoped it would be.  Warmth and desire again crept through her body as his tongue met hers.
    A moment or two later he abruptly ended it, letting her go and leaving the bed.  Leaving her cold.
    “Get dressed,” he said from across the room , his voice void of emotion.  With a bewildered look on her face, Mackenzie sat up and watched as he poured himself a drink and lit a cigarette.  He kept his back to her.  He had on a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else.  Mackenzie desperately wanted to go to him, to run her hands along the skin of his back, wrap her arms around him, but she knew she couldn’t.  She felt the change in the air.  It was over and he wanted her to leave.
    She spotted her clothes neatly hung across the back of an arm chair in the corner of the room.  She quietly got dressed sans the stockings and garters which she tucked into her bag.  She stood beside the chair and watched the man in the corner of the room as he stood motionless by the window overlooking the city lights.  She cleared her throat.
    “You may leave,” he said with barely a glance in her direction , then took a drag of his cigarette.  So she picked up her bag and jacket and went to the door, reluctantly pulling down on the handle.  Turning back to her captor to soak in his handsome features one last time.  No repeats.  Her eyes wandered over him, lingering on his muscly biceps for a moment.  Then with a sigh she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
    She had no idea where she was.  Taking in her surroundings she saw the elevator across the hall