Marcy moaned in her sleep when she felt the touch on her bare shoulder. Her dreams were getting better she thought as sleep slowly faded away. This dream was better than all of the others she’d had. Zeke making love to her, his strong hands sliding up her body, his lips touching her skin, nibbling…oh yeah, just like that. And soft kisses…goodness…
“Marcy,” she heard a deep voice say so close to her ear that she shivered, thinking that Zeke’s lips really were that close to her ear, that they’d touched her. Marcy was amazed that her imagination was so good. His voice sounded deeper this time. Sexier. She liked that. Definitely sexier. She wanted to hear that voice again and rolled onto her back, trying to pull her mind back to dream world. It was hard though because…
Laughter?
No. In her dreams, Zeke was never laughing. He was always urging her to touch him, to do…other things. But he never laughed.
Although…his laugh was pretty nice!
“Marcy!”
Her eyes opened, surprised because Zeke never, ever, yelled at her in her dreams.
When she looked into those dark, green eyes, she understood. She wasn’t dreaming! Zeke was here, in her room, and…
“What’s going on?” she gasped and pulled the sheet higher, hiding the baby-doll pajamas that she was fairly certain were revealing her hard, tight nipples to his knowing gaze.
“You overslept,” he told her with amusement lingering in his eyes. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked softly. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, his hip pressed against hers and she knew, she just knew, that he had been kissing her shoulder! There was no way her imagination could evoke those feelings! She should have known that she wasn’t that good.
Unfortunately, her brain was still too muddled from sleep and desire. Desire that he kept instilling in her but wouldn’t finish the job! The man was a tease!
He chuckled and the sound sent heat spiraling right down to her core. “You don’t have to answer that,” he told her. “I think I have a pretty good picture.”
Unfortunately, he stood up and started to walk away! “We have only one more day here and then we fly back to Seattle.” At the door to her bedroom, he paused and turned back to her. “I really appreciate your help over the past two weeks Marcy. I couldn’t have resolved these issues as quickly or as efficiently without your help.”
With that, he walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.
When she continued to stare at the closed door, her mind slowly starting to function, she almost growled in frustration as she realized what she should have done. Instead of laying here in the bed like a ninny, she should have kicked the covers aside and invited the man into her bed. She’d seen his body’s reaction! She knew that he wanted her.
How could he have walked away so casually?!
Oh yeah. There was that whole “shyness” thing he wanted her to get over.
Her head flopped back onto her pillow in frustration. She really did need to get over this ridiculous shyness. Did she want to be a virgin forever? Besides, Zeke made her feel things that she’d never felt, not like any of the other men she’d dated in the past. Stronger feelings. Feelings she didn’t quite understand how to deal with, but she was more than willing to learn.
Whenever he touched her, kissed her, or even looked at her with that special look in his eyes, her stomach tightened, her knees started wobbling, and she wanted nothing more than to press her whole body against his and resolve those feelings.
What a wimp, she grumbled mentally as she snapped the sheets out of her way and hurried into the bathroom. A glance at the clock spurred her to even faster action. She really was late! But even that was his fault, since she’d had trouble getting to sleep last night because of him.
She took a fast shower and then stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. It would be really nice if she could generate enough courage to simply walk out of the bedroom and drop the towel.
He had the courage to do something like that. He would have done it that first morning if she’d asked him to.
But had she? Nope. Was she going to do it this morning?
She wiped the fog away from the mirror and gasped at her reflection with crazy hair and no makeup staring back at her.
Nope. No early morning striptease, she told herself and hurried to the closet to get dressed. Goodness, she loved having all of her clothes dry cleaned and hanging back in her closet like this, she thought as she grabbed a freshly cleaned suit and silk blouse. It was one of the perks of traveling with a man like Zeke and it was amazing! Zeke really lived a great life, she thought.
Then again, he had an enormous amount of pressure on his shoulders. He was in charge of maintaining a company that employed tens of thousands of people, not including all of the subcontractors that helped out on every construction site. She couldn’t imagine what that must be like.
Thirty minutes after getting out of bed, she grabbed her purse and her tote bag and headed out of her bedroom, feeling more than a little nervous this time. Goodness, he’d gotten an eyeful this morning. That baby-doll nightgown was one of her more revealing ones.
Zeke watched as Marcy walked over to the coffee service, his body still throbbing with need after that ill-conceived morning wakeup call. The damn nightgown she’d been wearing had covered too much. He was honest enough to admit to himself that he’d wanted a peek. More than a peek, he thought as he watched her walk towards the coffee wearing yet another long skirt and one of those taunting silk blouses.
Once he got her out of those silk blouses, he swore he was never going to let her get back into one!
Everything she wore was so conservative and yet, in his mind, the extra coverage only teased him, driving him nuts with lust.
He was trying to focus on an issue with a contract but all he could think about was peeling that material away and discovering her nipples. He desperately wanted to know what color they were, to see her breasts without anything in the way. He wanted to hold their full weight in his hands, to touch the skin, taste the peak. He suspected that they would overflow his hands and he wanted to…
Hell! He wasn’t just going to tear up those silk blouses, he was going to shred every one of her skirts. Her slender ankles were all he could see at the end of her legs and he wanted to push that material away and explore every inch of her legs.
He wasn’t even going to allow himself to think about her hands, pulling his eyes away from the image of her dainty fingers holding the coffee cup. They were elegant and looked soft. Too soft. He could too easily picture those fingers wrapped around his…
“We need to get going,” he grumbled, slamming his laptop closed with more force than necessary.
He was going to have to change tactics, he thought. Waiting for her to become more comfortable with him was killing him. He loved being here with her like this. Traveling and having her in the same suite, they’d been living together for two weeks. He’d gotten to know her schedule, loved seeing her when she walked out first thing each morning and noticed how she slowly wound down from the day. She was such a bundle of energy, but around nine o’clock each night, she crashed. Exhaustion for his little spitfire came on fast and furious. It was pretty cute, he thought.
But it was morning now and, for the first time, he’d seen the way she’d woken up. For such a bundle of energy, Marcy slept hard! He’d been kissing her shoulder and watching her breathe for several moments as he’d tried to wake her up.
Okay, he’d admit that he hadn’t tried very hard to wake her up initially. She’d just looked so…amazing…lying in that bed, surrounded by the white sheets…
Damn, but she was beautiful! All that dark hair spread out over her pillow, her curls going everywhere, her face clean and fresh looking without any makeup. He wasn’t the kind of man who normally liked a fresh face on a woman, but with Marcy, he did. Definitely. There was an elegance about her with makeup on but a sensuality without it. He wasn’t sure which was more erotic, but he was leaning towards the makeup-free state at the moment. Possibly because makeup-free meant she was in that damn nightgown and he was still thinking about peeling it off her.
Of course, unzipping that skirt and watching it fall to the floor was yet another nice fantasy. One that he was determined to act out. Very soon.
New plan. Obviously waiting for her to become more comfortable around him wasn’t working. He should have shifted into high gear sooner, he realized, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. As he watched those delicate hands hold her cup, his mind was already picturing her doing something different with those lovely fingers. So instead of waiting, he decided that he was going to kiss her at every opportunity. Thinking about the construction site, he knew there were many places where he could put this plan into action.
I’m going to kill him, she thought, as she walked behind him, stupid hardhat on her head and clipboard in her arms. She was trying to take notes while he walked through the construction site, but he kept pulling her off into private alcoves or behind large piles of supplies so that he could kiss her. Or if he wasn’t doing that, he was touching her! Sometimes it was just a gentle touch to her arm, and other times he put his large hand on the small of her back.
To an onlooker, none of his touches were inappropriate. Well, the kissing was definitely inappropriate, but did she tell him to stop? No way! In one sense, she loved it! She loved looking around, anticipating when he might pull her off and kiss her until she was silly or moaning or begging him to keep going.
But in another sense, she wanted nothing more than to toss her clipboard to the side and push him back up against one of the walls, do the same things to him that he was doing to her.
Of course, she didn’t do that.
Nor would she tell him to stop kissing her whenever he wanted to. Oh no, she’d keep going. She pictured herself ripping the buttons off of his tailored shirt and sliding her hands inside, running her fingers over all of those muscles she knew were underneath that tame material.
She’d whip his belt out of his pants and toss it behind her, then unzip his pants and…yeah, she’d touch him, stroke him. She couldn’t wait to feel the hard length of him in her hands. She’d read about it so often, had even done that once to a boyfriend. But that was as far as she’d gotten, not really enjoying the sensation at the time.
She’d like it with Zeke though. She was sure of it! She’d felt that erection against her stomach so often over the past two weeks and her hands were itching to feel him, to explore him.
She shivered. She wanted to taste him!
“You okay?” Zeke asked, feeling her shiver because his arm was around her. Ostensibly, his arm was there to help her pick her way over a set of boards that were stacked up along their pathway, but she knew that he wasn’t really helping her. He just wanted to touch her. And she wanted him to touch her, so she didn’t tell him that she was fine. She didn’t explain that she was perfectly capable of walking over the boards by herself. In fact, she leaned into him a bit more, wanting to feel his arms around her, loving the way he touched her. Yes, it was driving her crazy. No, she wasn’t going to stop him because she wanted -needed- his touch too much.
Zeke was becoming an addiction.
Marcy blushed and looked away. “I’m fine!” she replied quickly and started writing something on her clipboard.
“You already wrote that down, Marcy,” he teased and pointed to the words right above her pen.
Marcy’s hand froze and she forced her eyes to focus. “Right,” she whispered and dropped her hands. “Moving on,” she urged.
Zeke chuckled, his fingers sliding against her arm as if to help, but it was more of a teasing caress. “Yes. Moving on,” and Zeke led the way to another floor of the construction site.
Was this really necessary, she wondered? He was doing a full on inspection of the entire building! There was no need! The construction manager was good. He’d worked for Steele Industries for years!
But nooooo! Zeke went room by room, floor by floor. Never in her life had she realized how many closets and private spaces there were in a building! At every opportunity, Zeke kissed or touched her, never giving her body enough time to come down from the lust he’d inspired from the previous touch or kiss.
She followed behind him, her eyes taking in his broad shoulders. Why in the world had he taken off his suit jacket? He always wore his jacket! When she’d first started helping him out, she’d suspected that he was born wearing a suit jacket because he never took it off. His brothers would show up to meetings in just their shirts, ties in place, but Zeke always looked put together with his jacket on.
But was he wearing it today?
Nooooooo! The man was walking around, those enticingly broad shoulders stretching the material of his shirt. If she wasn’t drooling over those shoulders, she was staring at his butt.
His butt!
Marcy had never been a woman who had ever admired another man’s butt. Never in her life! She’d seen men in various pants, obviously, but never had her eyes been drawn to the man’s posterior.
They were now! Zeke’s butt was amazing! Since there was absolutely no give in his waist, just rock solid muscle, she suspected that his butt would be just as firm. Her mind jumped to the image of pressing her fingers against his butt when he was….
“Marcy, what do you think about…?”
She jerked her eyes upwards and blinked, trying to focus on his words. Her pen poised over the notebook on her clipboard but….
Nope. No clue what he was saying.
Zeke saw the flushed color in her cheeks and her dilated irises. Hell, she was right where he was and he was struggling to hide his body’s reaction to all of their activities already today.
“We should go,” he growled and put a hand to the small of her back. It was late afternoon already. His pilot was standing by. Getting her out of here, away from temptation was essential.
“Where are we going?” she asked, trying to keep up with his longer stride.
Zeke glanced down and then had to look away, but he slowed his pace. Her breasts were bouncing against the silk of her blouse, making things worse. “We’re heading back to Seattle.”
The construction elevator took them back down to the ground floor, but Marcy couldn’t ask him any other questions because there were too many other construction workers riding down with them.
The construction manager, Leon, saw them exit the elevator and smiled, walking over to them. Marcy could sense that the construction manager was nervous. It wasn’t often that the CEO of one’s company showed up to do a surprise inspection.
Marcy opened her mouth to say something but Zeke interrupted her. “Everything looks great,” he exclaimed cheerfully, shaking the man’s hand. “You’re doing a great job.”
Marcy glanced at her clipboard filled with issues he’d noted as they’d made their way through the building, but he shook his head when she started to ask a question, pulling her towards the car.
When they were driving down the road, heading towards the airport, she looked over at him, not sure what to make of this latest crazy shift. But he looked determined to break all the speed limits rushing to the airport. Instead of asking him a few of the dozens of questions that popped into her mind, she lifted her cell phone out of her tote bag and dialed the number for his flight crew, letting them know that they were on the way.
“We’ll be there in,” she glanced over at the speedometer, “well, shortly,” she told the pilot, cringing at the speed.
Zeke caught the look she was trying to hide and chuckled, some of the sexual tension easing ever so slightly. Only Marcy could push him into a sexual frenzy and then bring him back to sanity. Only Marcy. “Sorry,” Zeke mumbled as he lifted his foot from the accelerator. “No need to get us killed on the way there.”
Marcy agreed, but she still didn’t understand what was going on. One moment, they were in the building and she was having a very nice fantasy about…well, naughty things. And the next moment, they were going faster than the speed of sound trying to get to the airport. This whole day had been a confusing, chaotic blur.
Zeke drove the rental car right onto the tarmac, pulling up right beside the stairs that had been pushed against one of the Steele Industries private planes. Tossing the keys to an airport employee, he walked around to Marcy’s side and took her hand, helping her out of the vehicle. Walking up the stairs, he nodded briefly to the flight attendant and pilot. “We’re ready when you are, Pete,” he snapped to the pilot, who simply nodded his head and ducked into the cockpit.
Marcy hurried over to one of the large, comfortable leather chairs and buckled her seatbelt. The flight attendant did the same and she watched as Zeke tossed his jacket onto one of the chairs, sitting down in another and loosening his tie.
Out the window, Marcy saw people hurrying around, preparing the plane for takeoff. Their luggage had been transferred from the hotel to the plane at some point during the day. Another person, most likely an airport employee, jumped into the rental car and drove it off of the tarmac, the stairs were pulled away from the plane and her eyes widened when she saw a man with those funny, cone covered flashlights begin to direct the plane. Obviously there was a window for takeoff. Marcy had already grasped that private planes had a great deal more leeway in landings and takeoff times since they had a special airport. They didn’t need to worry about the larger commercial flights either. This was a completely different way to fly.
Glancing over at Zeke after takeoff, she realized he was already on the phone discussing something, but she was too dazed to absorb it all. The soft lull of the aircraft as it zinged through the airspace lulled her to sleep. After the restless sleep she’d endured last night, she could barely keep her eyes open.
Zeke watched as Marcy slowly gave in to the exhaustion of the past two weeks. He should feel bad for the way he’d raced out of the construction site earlier. But it was either get her out of there, or make love to her in one of the barely finished rooms.
He wasn’t going to have sex with Marcy for the first time at a construction site. No way. He was going to have her in his bed, spread out for his delectation, and he was going to take his time, enjoy every moment of exploring her beautiful figure for the first time.
Concentrating on work was not happening. So instead, he spent most of the trip simply gazing at Marcy, watching her sleep and enjoying the way her breasts rose and fell as she breathed.
The tickling feeling woke her out of a deep sleep. Marcy rolled over and smiled, her hands lifting to tangle in Zeke’s dark hair. “Is it morning?” she asked softly, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched.
His husky laughter didn’t bother her in the least. Zeke was touching her again, his strong hands sliding up and down her outer thigh and she could feel his lean hip against her as well. She remembered the last time they had been in this position, how frustrated she’d been when he’d walked away and she wasn’t going to let that happen again. More prepared now, she audaciously pressed her body against him. Not as much as she’d like, but the invitation was clear. Thankfully, he fully grasped the invitation.
“We’re about to land,” he sighed, but she still felt his hand slide along her leg again, his fingers tightening on her leg.
“We are?” she asked, feeling his need. Feeling powerful because she’d done this to him. She’d incited this need in Zeke! It was a heady sensation, knowing that Zeke wanted her.
“Yes,” he replied, but he didn’t move. His green gaze took in her features one by one, his hand still heavy and powerful against her leg. She wanted to feel that hand move against her leg, but more intimately. She wanted that hand to move, to touch her in places that she’d never wanted any other man to touch. She wanted him to…she wanted him. Period. Just everything about him.
“How soon?” she whispered, her body tense as her mind went through all the various scenarios.
“About ten minutes,” he told her.
Zeke would have laughed at her disappointed expression if he weren’t in so much pain. He’d spent the last hour just watching her sleep, enjoying the soft curves of her body and contemplating all of the different ways he wanted to make love to her. Now she was looking up at him with reciprocal desire in her gorgeous, expressive eyes and he couldn’t do anything about it.
Soon! They would be landing in Seattle very soon and he could spend the next several days making love to her.
A thought occurred to him and he pulled back slightly. “When is your next class?” he asked, realizing that she hadn’t studied over the past two weeks while she’d been helping him with all of the issues that had come up on the construction sites. “Didn’t you mention an exam this weekend?”
Marcy’s smile immediately disappeared. “Exam?” she parroted. She sat up in the chair and he backed up, adjusting the chair so that she was supported and more comfortable. The footrest disappeared and the back came up, changing the seat from a “bed” to a chair once more. “Exam?” she said again.
Zeke could almost see the gears in her beautiful head starting to work. Marcy was extremely organized, but he suspected that this detail had slipped her mind. Maybe on purpose, he thought, knowing how much she hated law school.
“Oh no!” she gasped, one hand coming up to almost smack her forehead.
Zeke pulled back, sensing that something was very wrong. “You okay?”
She shook her head. “No. Not really,” she told him.
Zeke almost groaned out loud when he saw her gaze drop once more to his mouth. “No, Marcy,” he told her and lifted her into his arms.
“No what?” she asked, shifting slightly but freezing when he groaned. She started to move off of his lap, but he only grabbed her hips and held her still. “Don’t move.”
She knew that he was…that he had… “But…”
“Stay still,” he commanded once again, his hand sliding up onto her thigh. She was adequately distracted. “When is your test?” he asked her.
She bit her lip and he almost laughed. “Don’t lie, Marcy.”
The indignant expression on her lovely features told him she’d been about to do exactly that. “I wasn’t.”
His hand slid a bit higher onto her thigh. “You were. You don’t lie very well.”
Her lovely blue eyes rolled and she huffed a bit. “I wasn’t going to lie.”
He knew that she was, but he backed off. “Okay, so you were going to stretch the truth a bit. When’s your exam?”
“Saturday morning.”
He almost groaned. “And you’ve missed several classes already, nor have you had a chance to study.”
Marcy rubbed her forehead, trying to figure out how to get what she wanted, and still do what she needed. “Maybe we could…”
“You’re going to study, Marcy.”
She opened her mouth but he slid his hand higher onto her thigh. The gesture caused her body and mind to freeze once more. When his hand slid lower, she relaxed slightly, but glowered at him. “You’re not playing fair, Zeke,” she complained, her voice lower, ragged.
He laughed even as he nibbled along her sensitive neck. “You should already know that about me.”
She moaned and her head tilted to the side, giving him greater access. “Zeke,” she whispered, her hands unconsciously tightening on his arms. Or maybe it wasn’t so unconscious because she loved his arms, loved all the muscles. He was rock hard everywhere she’d had the courage to explore, so far. And she was eager to explore more parts of this man. If only he would…
“I’m sorry to interrupt, sir,” a female voice said.
Marcy jerked backwards and almost fell off Zeke’s lap, so embarrassed to be caught in a compromising position by a stranger. It was only Zeke’s hands that held her from landing in an ignominious heap on the floor.
“We’re about to land?” he offered to the flight attendant. Both of them were smiling slightly, which only increased the blush staining Marcy’s cheeks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks, Olivia.” He looked at Marcy.
Marcy immediately scrambled into one of the other leather chairs and buckled in, trying to pretend that her cheeks weren’t still flaming with color. Folding her hands in her lap, she feigned indifference, but inside, she was still roiling with desire despite her embarrassment at being caught on Zeke’s lap, obviously enjoying a few moments of lascivious activities.
Ten minutes later, the plane came to a stop and a staircase was pushed up against the door. Zeke took Marcy’s hand as they walked down the wide stairs and his black BMW was already on the tarmac being loaded with their luggage by another airport employee.
Zeke led her over to the passenger seat and Marcy slid into the soft leather, amazed at how efficient Zeke’s world was. When she traveled, she was with the masses that were huddled around the luggage carousel, waiting for the airport baggage handlers to bring the luggage from the plane to the main building.
This was much nicer, she thought, as Zeke stepped into the car. But her mind wasn’t on the luggage or the pilot and the flight attendant. Her entire focus was on Zeke and the way his hands guided the steering wheel as he drove out of the airport, smoothly guiding the powerful vehicle onto the busy Seattle highway system.
Too soon, he was pulling into her apartment complex and she felt the excitement zing through her body.
But the look in his eyes told her that her dreams were not going to be realized, at least, not today. He effortlessly hefted her heavy suitcase out of the trunk, took her hand, and led her into her apartment. At the door, he kissed her forehead. “Take the next few days off to study for your test.”
She opened her mouth to protest, wanting to explain that a couple more hours, in which they could spend in bed, wouldn’t hurt.
He must have been able to read her mind because his thumb covered her lips, stopping her argument. “No, Marcy. We’re not making love until after your exam.”
“Why?” she asked, feeling and sounding petulant, but she couldn’t help it. He’d woken her up in such a way that her whole body was still tingling with excitement. Not to mention how he’d touched and kissed her all morning!
He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “Because you’ve been tormenting me for weeks now with your luscious body.” He kissed her neck, teased the shell of her ear and nipped her earlobe. “So, when I finally get you into my bed, naked and spread out for me, I’m not letting you out of that bed for several days.”
With that announcement, he covered her mouth with his; sealing his promise with the most erotic kiss she’d ever endured. Her hands moved from his forearms up to his shoulders as she clung to him, holding on as he made love to her mouth, his tongue sliding in and out, teasing her, tormenting her.
She was trembling when he finally lifted his head to look down at her and she wanted to scream, needing a conclusion to their activities.
“What time is your exam on Saturday?” he asked.
Marcy was somewhat soothed by the gravelly tone of his voice, not to mention the erection that she felt pressing against her stomach. He was in the same predicament! Unfortunately, that didn’t help her. Not even a little!
She tried to think, to remember her class schedule, but it was hard when he was doing that thing with his teeth against her neck. She wanted to focus on that instead of her class.
“Marcy, what time?” he repeated, his hands sliding along her back, pressing her hips closer to his erection.
“Um…”
He laughed and pulled away, bracing his hands on the door behind her. “I’m not helping, am I?” he teased.
She inhaled deeply, trying to get her mind back on the present. “Not so much,” she agreed with a breathy voice.
“I’ve stopped. Now tell me what time your exam is on Saturday.”
He might have stopped touching her, she thought, but he was still close, his incredibly muscular body so tempting and all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him. She looked into his eyes and she knew that he wouldn’t relent.
Trying to focus, she looked up at the ceiling. “Class. Saturday,” she said, as if the words could jog her memory. “Saturday’s class starts at eight o’clock in the morning. I should be finished with the exam by about ten o’clock.”
He nodded sharply. “Good. Come over after the exam and I’ll make lunch.” He bent lower, his hands still on the wall behind her.
“Lunch?” she asked weakly. He wanted lunch? She wanted something completely different from food.
Zeke laughed softly, his hand coming to wrap gently around her neck, bringing her close once again. “Lunch…and a whole lot of other things,” he promised.
She’d thought the last kiss was erotic, but this one was…oh my! He nibbled, teased her lips, and his hand in her hair pulled her head backwards, so that he could ravish her mouth this time. She took it all, wanting so much more. Needing to ignore her exams and studying and law school so that she could keep him here and she could enjoy more of this kiss. She wanted it to go on forever. His tongue invaded her mouth and she pressed her body close to his once more, wanting everything, wanting to touch him. She was ready to strip her clothes off here in her apartment hallway if he would just make love to her body the way his mouth was making love to hers.
When he finally lifted his head again, her lips felt swollen, tingly. Her tongue darted out, tasting the remnants of his kiss and she smiled at his groan.
“Go study, Marcy,” he told her, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Then come to my place after your exam. Don’t come into the office. Just spend the next couple of days studying.”
A moment later, she was alone, leaning against her apartment door and wishing she wasn’t enrolled in law school, that she didn’t have a suitcase to unpack, and that all of her class books would just spontaneously combust.
Boy, wouldn’t that be nice? She rolled her stupid suitcase into her bedroom and started unloading her clothes, wishing that…hoping that…
Shaking her head, she forced her mind to focus only on her task. She couldn’t think about anything right now. Thinking meant aching, and she was so tired of aching for Zeke to make love to her.
Focus on her exam. Focus on getting through the stupid test so that she could then drive over to Zeke’s place and…
Good grief, even in the privacy of her own home, she blushed at the thought of being with Zeke. Soon, she promised. Soon, he would debauch her so thoroughly that she would be able to laugh with delight and anticipation at the idea of having sex with Zeke!