Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(29)

Everyone he’d ever loved had either died, or left him. His mother had died when he was just nine, and when his father had been unable to cope with the loss, the authorities had sent Hunter to St. Mark’s. It was supposed to be a temporary measure, until his father got his head together. But it just didn’t happen and Dad never came back for him. Two years later, he learned that he’d married again, but after that the trail went cold. He guessed a boy of eleven just didn’t fit in with his father’s plans.

Hunter moved across to the window and sat in the easy chair, staring out into the darkness. The full moon cast a silvery light, and he could just make out the yard and his land beyond.

In two days he would be back on Air Marshal duty, flying the skies, looking for terrorists who were determined to bring this great country of his down. He glanced across at Zo? again. He should make the best of what he had, because he never knew when it might end.

The tightness in his groin intensified, and he slipped back into the bed. He guessed Zo? wouldn’t mind him waking her up like this. He crawled on top of her and stroked his erect cock over her *. “Wakey, wakey,” he growled in her ear as he held his weight from her naked body. A smile drifted to her lips and she opened her eyes.

Any worries he had simply disappeared when he looked into her beautiful face. He groaned as he sunk his cock inside her welcoming warmth.





Chapter Fifteen




Three months later



Zo? took a step back and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Goddamn it, she needed to tone up. Since moving in with Hunter, she hadn’t taken any exercise. She smiled to herself. Well maybe just a bit, if she included having sex of Olympic proportions. She smoothed a hand over her belly, and did that before-and-after bullshit she’d seen on the TV. She let her stomach hang naturally. “Before.” She drew in a sharp breath. “After.” She let it out. “Before.” She laughed, dismissing such foolishness with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you, girl. You may have put on a pound or two, but you still managed to knock ’em dead at the interview.”


After living in Hunter’s beautiful house for the last four months, she’d finally found herself a job. Unfortunately, the lead Jessica had given her at Club Submission had come to nothing. The center for arts where Jessica worked was already heavily oversubscribed. If she wanted to teach erotic dance classes there, she’d have to join a lengthy waiting list. That wasn’t an option. As a woman who’d always made her own destiny, she’d been climbing the walls from lack of purpose. In the end, she’d decided to give exotic dancing another go. She’d obviously done something right, because a large well-respected club on the outskirts of Boston had snapped her up.

Hunter had been away for long periods of time over the last few months. In his job as an Air Marshal he helped keep America safe from terrorists. He would often be called away at a moment’s notice, especially when large events were planned, such as a presidential visit. After 9/11 the government left nothing to chance. She glanced at her watch. At this very moment he was flying high over Cleveland, Ohio. He was due home that very evening.

Zo? hadn’t told him about her new job. She guessed she’d break it to him gently when the time was right. Goddamn it, Hunter might not like the idea of her returning to that type of work, but he hadn’t committed himself to her. He didn’t own her. She’d told him how much she loved him on many occasions, but he’d never once returned the sentiment. She figured he just wanted a relationship with no strings attached—no commitment, no false promises. Well, if all Hunter wanted was a f*ck buddy, then she had to start making plans, and that meant earning her own money. At thirty, she still had a few good years of exotic dancing ahead of her. She needed to put money by for her future. Maybe then she could set up that dance school she’d promised herself.

While Hunter had been away, she’d had a dancing pole fitted in her bedroom. They always slept together in his room, so she was confident he’d never find out.

Zo? began warming up with a few light exercises. In a couple of hours she’d be doing this for real. She was out of practice and needed to get her sexy routine just right. Even though pole dancing required a lot of muscle and flexibility, the secret of a good dancer was to make it all look easy.

After practicing for the best part of an hour, she took a break. Following a cold drink and a rub down, she decided to try another routine. This time, she pretended the ladder-back chair, complete with a stuffed pillow, was an important client from Dubai.

Five minutes into her routine, she spun around before stopping dead in her tracks. She held a hand to her chest in surprise. “Hunter, you’re back early.” He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes were bright and supercharged as they flicked appreciatively over her scantily clad body.

She rushed over and kissed him full on the lips. “I’ve really missed you, babe. Five days seems like an eternity.”

“I missed you, too, Peaches.” He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. Hunter pointed to the dancing pole and chair standing center stage. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, just practicing a few moves. It helps me keep fit.” She evaded his eyes and turned away.

“I know you too well, Zo?, there’s more to tell.”