“It’s really fucking loud in here,” I cry over the roar of the machines in Zane’s manufacturing plant.

“Duh, that’s all the equipment,” Zane yells, dripping with sarcasm.

“Can we go in your office or something?” I shout.

“I thought you wanted to tour the rest of the facility?” Zane says as if I’m some kind of fucking pampered queen who needs to get her way.

“Okay, well, let’s get on with it then,” I say and gesture for him to lead the way.

I’m on a tour of the manufacturing plant where all the lingerie gets boxed up and shipped out. So far I have to say that I’m actually thoroughly fucking impressed.

The areas are clean and appear to be in pristine working condition. We pass a few factory workers wearing hard hats and safety equipment.

“I’m glad to see you take care of your employees.” I point to some of the men on the plant floor.

“I treat my people right,” Zane says with a swift nod.

We stop in front of an enormous and silver machine with all kinds of foreign objects attached to it.

“Here we have the machines that take the clothing items and move them to the boxes with these nifty little robotic arms. See? Aren’t they cool?”

Zane points proudly at the feature, and I am impressed. “Very cool.” I nod and smile with polite enthusiasm.

I reach up to touch one of the arms, but my sleeve gets caught in its grip. I scream out because I can’t get unhooked.

Panic floors me as I freeze in fear, not knowing what to do to get myself out of this fucking situation.

Zane’s eyes grow wide with horror as he notices the robotic arm start to move, taking me with it.

“Hold on!” he yells and runs away.

Where the fuck is he going? Why isn’t he trying to unlatch me?

Then I notice he runs over to a wall with several lit-up buttons. He presses them frantically and the robotic arm comes to a stop before it can drag me under the machine and crush me to bits.

I collapse on the floor, panting with the remnants of adrenaline from almost fucking dying.

“I’m so sorry, Piper,” Zane says, his voice is apologetic and regretful, tinged with…fear?

“It’s not your fault.” I shake my head. “I’m the stupid fucking idiot who thinks it’s a good idea to reach my arm up to touch a machine in motion.”

“I suppose a warning from me might have been helpful though…” Zane trails off, visibly shaken.

I stand up and lightly touch his arm. My body is trembling, and I’m not sure if it’s from the fear or if I’m extremely turned on by Zane’s rescue action hero capabilities.

“Don’t worry about it.” I smile. “I just need to sit down and recover from this mini heart attack.”

Zane explodes into laughter, a really deep belly laugh that tickles my heart. Does he think I’m funny? I guess I can roll with those punches.

“Let’s walk back to my office,” Zane says and takes my arm.

He’s still as white as a fucking sheet, so I can only imagine what I must look like to him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I stare at him with confusion. “Yes, I’m fine.” I chuckle, trying to play it off.

Seeing a Zane Tanner who gives a shit about someone other than himself is a real fucking turn on for me.

I stare at his muscular build on the long walk back to his office on the other side of the factory. He walks beside me protectively, and it’s getting me hotter than fucking ever.

He saved me, and for whatever reason that makes me so fucking horny for him right now I feel myself growing wetter in my panties by the second.

I imagine myself in all types of risky or dangerous situations where he comes to my rescue. My pussy throbs with desire as we enter his office.

“It’s good that we came in here,” I say and laugh.

“Why?” Zane helps me sit down in the chair across from his desk. It’s fucking adorable how he’s trying to take care of me now.

“Don’t you think my office has seen enough action for a lifetime?” I joke.

Zane snorts as if my comment is the funniest fucking thing he’s ever heard. “I suppose I’m never going to fucking live that one down, am I?” He tosses me a chagrined look.

“Probably not.” I shake my head and laugh.

I’m so hot for him, and I need to find a way to express it.

“You know, you are much cuter when you are rescuing damsels in distress,” I joke and bite my lip.

“Are you saying I’m your knight in shining armor?” His eyes flash and twinkle with a brightness unfamiliar to me.

“That might be something I need to add to the contract,” I say. “It would make a nice clause.”

“What are you talking about?” He crosses his hands together and swivels left and right in his office chair.

I cross my legs seductively. “I don’t know…maybe I can rewrite some of it to add a clause about you dressing up as my perfect prince.”

I know it’s a fucking long shot, but I’m quivering between my legs. I want him so fucking badly right now.

Zane laughs loudly again. “Too late, sister. I’ve already signed the contract. No take backs.” He wags his finger at me and smirks.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes, but in a playful manner. “I guess we can keep it binding or whatever.”

“That’s what contracts are for, my dear,” he says and places his index finger on his temple.

“I’m just glad I have such a brave warrior to father my child,” I say and giggle.

I toss my long blonde hair over my shoulder and squirm in my seat. I think I want to fuck him, right here in his office. Not to mention, I think of it as a great way of getting back at him for fucking those models in my office.

Who am I kidding? If Zane gets to have sex, he’s always going to be agreeable.

“Are you just fucking with me?” Zane stands up and sits on the edge of his desk, only a few inches away from me.

I feel the heat and chemistry blazing between us, and my skin flushes in electrifying lust.

“I’m not fucking with you, but honestly I wouldn’t mind fucking you.” I look at him with naughtiness.

“You really want to have sex here?” He gestures around the office.

“Why not?” I shrug. “You’re experienced in that department—office sex—are you not?”

“I don’t know, just ask your desk,” he jokes.

“Ha, ha, very funny, macho man,” I say and stand up.

I lean in and touch his biceps, rubbing my hands up and down his chiseled muscles. “You’re a big, strong man,” I breathe out.

“I’m big everywhere,” he says, and his eyes are cloudy with desire.

I want to have sex with him, but I also want to tease him a bit first and make him beg for me. I have to remember he’s my little puppet, at least for now.