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main focus in the past two days as she watched Zeke from afar.
    Zeke.
    She’d looked up his name earlier in the day to see what it meant. Pathetic, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself when it came to him. Something about him drew her in and she couldn’t walk away.
    His name was Hebrew in origin. Then the site went on to describe the meaning.  Strength of G-d.
    No “O”.
    Apparently, the “O” is always dropped by practicing Jews to prevent others from destroying the name of God. A fascinating occurrence she’d never seen before and her mind wandered for a few moments.
    Aslan.
    She had a boy’s name. A boy’s name from a book because her mom was so certain she was going to be a boy. When she came out a girl, her mom decided to keep the name, and it had fit her growing up. She’d been such a tomboy for the first dozen years of her life. Then she’d grown up and gotten boobs, and found the mall, and shoes and lingerie.
    Panties. Oh, fuck. Her face heated as Zeke’s instructions came back to her.
    She stopped at a restroom in the main lobby and took off the black lace garment. “Garment” was probably a misnomer. There wasn’t much actual fabric there. A small triangle and a few strings to hold it all together. Which had already been soaked, before he’d even touched her.
    Slipping the panties into her purse, as she exited the stall felt risqué and delicious and naughty and her mind blanked out.
    As she took the elevator up and made her way toward her room, the lips of her bare sex slid together.
    She tried distracting herself with more thoughts of names and meanings but then she was there, standing outside her suite. The latch at the top of the door was flipped, holding the door open an inch. The crack in the door was so much more than just an empty space.
    It was the only thing now standing between her and something she’d wanted for as long as she could remember.
    The last chain holding her to a vanilla life.
    The last empty thought, telling her what she wanted was wrong.
    Less than.
    So, all she had to do was push it open.
    All she had to do was get her heart out of her throat, free her feet from where they were rooted to the floor and walk inside.
    Her stranger waited for her behind the open door.
    A tiny moan slipped free of her dry throat and she covered her mouth with her fingers.
    She could turn and run, go back to the safety in numbers she’d been raised to believe would protect her.
    But she didn’t feel safe there surrounded by normal people.
    Normal. Whatever the hell that was.
    So she was determined to find what “safe” meant for her. Being scared wasn’t going to get her there any longer.
    Her palm landed on the cold door before she remembered moving.
    Before she’d even got the heavy metal open all the way, she gasped. The sight that greeted her would be etched into her long-term memory for as long as she lived. Probably longer.
    Her stranger sat on the corner of the bed, facing the door. His torso leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His hands threaded together. Waiting for her.
    He was shirtless and the muscles rippled from his shoulders, down his chest and over his abs. His biceps stood out and jumped in time to him clasping his hands together. Over and over.
    But it wasn’t his body that made her pant. His eyes did that.
    His gaze bored into her and she felt his caress across the room. “Close the door but don’t free the latch yet.”
    She eyed him a moment longer, not wanting to look away, then closed the door. The brass plate clanged on the latch and she jumped, then faced him once more.
    He stood with his gaze locked on her.
    And then…
    Removed…
    His…
    Belt.
    Looping the leather around his hand reminded her of a boxer, wrapping his hand before a fight. The image had quite an effect on her and then he tilted his head. “Did you follow my other instructions just as perfectly?”
    Other instructions?
    Moisture coated her pussy, reminding her quite