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Boy, wouldn’t that excite the neighbors?

The thought was one I hadn’t grappled with before. There’d been no need. Understanding the birds and the bees was a requirement in any school. But during my formative years, no one had spent time explaining the mating cycle. Even my parents had breezed over the topic as if a mate would never be found.

Where in the hell had my mind gone? I had the most beautiful woman in the world at my fingertips, her pussy juice slickening my fingers and I was lamenting over needing extra credits for sex education courses in junior high?

Jesus. I needed to reset my priorities.

With her rounded, blushing buttocks right in front of me, I was quickly able to resume being a beast in heat. I flexed my fingers open, pumping harder. And faster. Her muscles clamped around the long digits, pulling them in even deeper. The way she was humping my hand was a glorious sight and one I’d remember long after the night was over.

Sloane’s breathing hitched only seconds later. Even her body started to shake more violently. I could tell she was close to an orgasm.

With a wide smile on my face, I shifted the position of my hands, spearing her butthole at the same time. The shock was obvious by her gasp, then she was the one who developed a rhythm with her body, bucking hard against my bowling ball hold while moaning her little heart out.

“Fuck me. Don’t stop. Just don’t you dare fucking stop.” Her voice was breathless, but her needs obvious.

I couldn’t wait to hear more dirty talk.

Watching her breaching the moment of rapture was fascinating. The way her skin glowed. The breathless sounds. The clenching of her fingers around my leg. And the glow of her skin made me wish I was a vampire instead.

Beads of sweat rolled down both sides of my face and within twenty seconds, she lost it, her scream as beautiful as it was unsettling. Boy, did the sound echo. If only there was a sound system inside the elevator.

Before she even fell back to earth, the bright red phone on the wall began ringing again. Perhaps someone had heard her vicious cry. Too bad for them they missed quite a show.

I finally returned her to a standing position, easing aside damp hair that was plastered to her face. I’d be damned if her eyes weren’t dilated. She licked her lips, doing her best to lift her head. Just to continue my dominance over her, I licked the outside of one slickened finger then another before shoving them into my mouth.

Her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks and I could feel her mental wheels turning.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” she asked, the tone breathless.

My cock throbbed even more. I continued sucking for another couple of minutes on purpose. “Let them wonder what happened to us.” With her still in my arms, I leaned back and smashed my hand on the button once again. The elevator lurched and rolled into action.

“What did happen?”

I laughed all the way until the elevator came to a clunky stop, the gears grinding.

“Animal magnetism. Just wait until you see what I do for an encore.”

CHAPTER 12

Sloane

I wasn’t musically inclined.

When I was seven, my mother had tried to force piano lessons on me. After two weeks, my teacher ran away screaming since I was not only tone deaf, but my memorization skills were subpar. The truth was something entirely different. I hadn’t been able to stand the woman and had done everything in my power to torture her.

However, that didn’t mean I hadn’t been a terrible student or her accusation about me being tone deaf wasn’t spot on.

I found that out by joining the high school chorus. My two best friends had done so and we’d been the three musketeers. Why not? The music director had literally gone gray during the two months she’d tolerated me.

So no, I would never claim to understand music.

My frank admittance didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy music or didn’t have my favorite song or even band. I did.

I’d found early on I adored heavy metal music. The high energy sound had helped me work and put me to sleep. Call me crazy, but there was nothing like hearing Korn to get me to nod off.

Which was why one song in particular suited the man to perfection.

‘The Animal’ by Disturbed. Holy goodness, the music suited him perfectly. He was a wild man in body and in spirit.