“Sorry about that,” he said to whoever he’d called. “Now…”

  She blocked out the boring ass work call he was on and focused her attention on his dick. It wouldn’t help anything to think about how long it’d been since she’d given anyone a blow job. Or that she’d never tried to deep throat before. She took her time, taking him as deep as she could, pulling back to grab some air, and then taking him again. Each time she found she was able to take a little bit more than the time before.

  Determined, she focused only on the task at hand. Each centimeter she considered a victory and after every victory, she gave herself a mental high-five. She also decided she’d never view the term cocksucker as a negative again. Every other person in the world be damned.

  “Fuck, that’s so good,” Isaac said and her concentration faltered for a minute.

  When had his phone call ended? She wasn’t surprised she hadn’t heard him telling the other person goodbye or been aware of him hanging up. What surprised her was she didn’t remember him touching her hair, but she was certain one of his hands rested on her curls

  “Hold still,” he said, fisting her hair and removing any lingering doubt about his hand. With powerful thrusts he fucked her mouth, all the while ensuring he never went deeper than she could manage.

  “I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow.”

  For a minute she was disappointed. She’d wanted him to come on her and mark her as his. But on second thought, his way was more practical. They were in his office, and she had a meeting in the afternoon with Barbara. What would be sexy now, would lead to uncomfortable moments, not only on her part but on the people she’d interact with later as well. They could always do that version of sexy later.

  A few more thrusts and he exploded into her mouth. She managed not to spill one drop. He fixed his pants and then pulled her up to sit on his lap for a minute. His arms were heaven and for several long moments, she simply enjoyed the feel of them around her.

  “You are amazing, Maggie.” He kissed her forehead. “It’s probably for the best that today’s your last day. If it wasn’t, you might have found yourself chained underneath my desk for the foreseeable future.”

  “The way you say it makes it sound as if I wouldn’t have enjoyed it.”

  His eyes burned her with rekindled desire. “You better go find Nina and she what she wants before I’m tempted to call Barbara and tell her I’m keeping you here and fuck what anyone thinks.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  As much as she’d enjoyed working for Isaac, by the end of her first week with Barbara, Maggie knew the position with the older lady was a much better fit. While she’d remembered enjoying event planning with Ellis, she’d somehow forgotten how good she was at it.

  More than anything, though, she adored Barbara. Her new employer considered it her new mission to challenge every assumption Maggie held about those in the upper class, but that wasn’t why. The main reason was she found Barbara to be a delightful person.

  It had taken only a few hours of working together for the two of them to see they made a great team. Barbara was full of ideas and visions while Maggie excelled at taking that vision and putting together a plan to bring it to life. At the end of the first day, Barbara hugged her and said she didn’t care if Richard ever came back. In fact, on her way out the door not long after, Maggie overheard Barbara telling the housekeeper she might send Richard a text and tell him to stay in Michigan.

  Unfortunately, because Maggie worked so many hours her first week in an effort to bring Barbara to a place where she no longer felt behind, there was no time to see Isaac. They talked every day and sent numerous texts, but they weren’t able to find a time to get together. Isaac joked that if her second week was anything like her first, he’d stage an invasion and bring her back.

  But now it was finally Friday night, and she waited in the lobby of his building for his private elevator. Earlier in the day he’d told her to be at his place at seven-thirty, she had surprised herself by making it to his lobby by seven-twenty. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so early for anything.

  She stepped into the elevator and in no time at all she found herself in Isaac’s penthouse with the man himself standing off to the side.

  “Hello, Maggie,” he said. “Did you have a good day?”

  “Yes, I did actually. I love Barbara,” she replied effortlessly.

  “I’m glad to hear the position with her is working out.”

  “Thank you.” She couldn’t help but wonder if he was glad to get rid of the mess all over her desk.

  “Even though the office isn’t near as lively as it was when you there,” he continued and the sincerity of his words made her smile. “Why don’t we sit down and chat for a bit?”

  She agreed, and he led her through a set of double doors. On the other side was an outdoor area unlike anything she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure what to call it. The three exposed sides were covered with a crawling plant of some sort and sculpted flower beds lined two sides. The only way you’d know you were outside was the sky overhead.

  “This is gorgeous.” She walked all the way inside and turned, trying to take it all in.

  Isaac followed, watching her. “It’s my favorite spot to sit and think.” He motioned to a comfortable looking seating area with loveseats and a small table.

  He didn’t speak again until she sat down and he’d joined her. “It hit me this week we should have a schedule of sorts.”

  “What kind of schedule?”

  “Of when we’ll explore kink together.” He hesitated before saying, “I don’t want to make an assumption that because you want to learn about BDSM with me that you want anything else.”

  She looked at him sideways because his words didn’t make any sense at all. “What do you mean?”

  “You’re a widow and even though we’ve discussed a few BDSM scenes, I have no idea what you want in your private and personal relationships.”

  She couldn’t hold back her laugh even as he lifted an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But hearing you say that I realized I have an idea about what I want.” She wiped her eyes. “For a long time after Ellis died, I swore I’d never get married again. I mean I loved Ellis, but he ended up not being the man I thought he was, and I can’t go through anything like that again.”

  He nodded. “I understand.”

  “But lately,” she said, and his head shot up. The surprise in his eyes bordered on comical. “I’m not so sure. I think if the right man came along, I can see myself changing my mind.”

  “You can?”

  “Yes, because I’d do it different the next time.”

  “How?”

  “For one, I wouldn’t hide parts of me. He’d have to love every part of me and accept every part. Not try to change them.”

  “That should be a given in any long term relationship,” he said.

  “Should be, but that doesn’t mean it is.”

  “True. And since you’ve been so honest with me, I can be no less to you.” He brushed an escaped curl out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “I like you, Maggie, and I’d like to get to know you outside of anything kinky we explore.”

  “You want to date me?” Why was it so hard for her to believe he meant that?

  “Yes, exactly that.” He grinned for the first time since she’d arrived. “If you’ll have me?”

  She turned, so she faced him. “Yes,” she whispered, still not sure she wasn’t dreaming the entire conversation.

  Isaac stood. “I’ve decided to change my plans. I brought you out here to go over my suggestions for your BDSM education, and we’ll still have that talk. For right now, though.” He held out his hand, “I see the doubt in your eyes and I can’t let you go one more minute thinking I didn’t mean every word.”

  She slipped her hand in his and stood. “What’s your new plan?”

  He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “To prove how true they are and erase your doubts.”

  Isaac led her back inside his home, and as they walked down the hall, headed toward his bedroom, he couldn’t stop thinking about the situation he currently found himself in. He’d always made it a point to avoid virgins. Not that he had anything against them, he just had no desire to be with one. For one reason, he liked his sex on the unconventional side, and two… Well, there was that nickname…

  Yet for all his opinions on virgins, not once had he ever given a second thought to widows. If he’d ever thought about one, which he wasn’t sure he had until he met Maggie, he felt certain he wouldn’t have given a second thought about being with one.

  However, now that he had met Maggie, he could admit he’d have been wrong. Interestingly enough though, not for the reasons he’d have thought. The two of them fit together nicely, if anything or anyone came between them it was Ellis.

  He was an ass for even having that thought and he knew it.

  He didn’t begrudge Maggie’s memories of her late husband. From what he could tell, the man had loved and looked after her. No, his issue with Ellis stemmed from the fact that he’d made her feel like she was messed up and wrong because of what she wanted from sex. And as a result, she carried that burden with her even years after Ellis’s death.

  Isaac would help her get through it because it was a burden she shouldn’t have and because she was worth it. No, his main problem with Ellis was that he was dead and Isaac couldn’t kick his ass.

  “Look at that view!”

  Maggie slipped her hand out of his and crossed his bedroom to look out his window. Isaac stood back, watching. She was such a delight to watch, the way she found joy in everything. Compared to most people he knew, she was a welcome breeze.

  She looked up and met his gaze through the window’s reflection. Fuck, he wanted her so badly.

  “I’m guessing you didn’t bring me to this room in order to show me the view?” she asked.

  “No,” he replied. “But it is a fabulous view. Take your time. We’re not on anyone’s timetable except our own.”

  But she didn’t turn back to the window. She walked to where he stood. “If your plan wasn’t to show off your windows with the to-die-for view, what was it?”

  Fuck talking. They talked enough for one day.

  “I could tell you,” he said, tracing the collar of her shirt with his finger. “Or I could show you.”

  “Option two, please.” She licked her lips. “Showing is definitely a plan I can get behind. I’ll show you mine and you show me yours?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No,” he repeated. “You aren’t going to do anything except receive the pleasure I give you.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a fun time for you.”

  “Trust me. It will be.”

  “Okay but-”

  He held a finger up to her lips. “Hush. No more talking or else I’ll gag you.”

  Her body shivered in repose to his words, but she remained silent.

  “Very nice, Margaret,” he said. “Now, without saying a word, undress, and get on top of my bed. On your back.”

  She moved quickly, and he didn’t fail to notice that once she’d removed her clothes, she folded and stacked them in a neat pile she placed on the corner of his dresser. Without looking his way to see if he noticed, she scrambled to get on the bed.

  Keeping his clothes on, he joined her. “You did that so well, I’m going to let you come whenever you want to tonight.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He nodded, getting to work by taking her legs and spreading them. “I’m going to spend part of tonight exploring your body. Discovering all of your erogenous zones and committing them to memory. When I’ve found them all, I’ll have you get on your hands and knees so I can ride you good and hard in a fuck you won’t ever forget.” He nipped the inside of her knee. “Game?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  He traced her kneecap with his tongue. “I love hearing you say please.” Moving to the other leg, he did the same thing to it. “It’s a habit of mine, to make sure I treat both sides the same,” he explained trailing his mouth up her body, on alert for a reaction from her, and thrilled that there were so many. Her belly button. The inside of her elbow. The hollow of her neck. The curve of her ear. And her breasts. Fuck, they were perfect.

  He covered her body just like he promised, kissing, teasing, and licking. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, only opening them when he pulled away. She didn’t speak, but gave him a quizzical look.

  Her eyes grew wider as he got down from the bed and undressed. He stood where she could watch, slowing down when he stood before her wearing only his boxers. Acting like he wasn’t so hard it was painful, he stroked his length through the material. Maggie’s eyes never left his crotch.

  He walked to his nightstand and took a condom from inside. Holding the package between his teeth, he pushed down on his boxers, and let his erection free. Just see what she’d do, he gave it a few hard pulls. She whimpered.

  “I want you to move to your hands and knees,” he said, rolling the condom on his length. “I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been, and it’s time I made good on my promise for a long hard ride. Think you’re up to it?”

  She flipped around quicker than he’d expected and looked over her shoulder. “I’m up for anything you can give me, as long as it involves that cock.”

  Damn, he loved how playful she was. He climbed on top of the bed and pushed her head down. “Then tonight’s your lucky night.”

  She surprised him by remaining still, even though he took his time entering her. He’d known she’d feel like heaven on his cock, but knowing it in no way came close to experiencing it. Only as he thrust himself fully inside her did he hear anything from her. Even then it was a tiny yelp.

  “Does it feel good to have me deep inside you?” he asked, holding still.

  She mumbled something into the bedding, but pushed her ass back so he took that as a positive.

  “Hold still, then, because I’m about to make you feel even better.” He moved inside her with long, deep strokes. It only took a few before her hands fisted the sheets and she tightened around him. “Going to come that quick?”

  He reached between them and stroked her clit once, setting off her climax. He held still until it passed. “I fucking love that you came so quickly. You have no idea. Let’s see if I can make you come again.”

  Taking hold of her hips with both hands, he moved faster, rocking into her harder and harder. She pushed back again, meeting him, thrust for thrust. His movements became slower and more precise. He pounded her in time with the thumping noise in his head, trying to go deeper and deeper.

  He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Wanting to make sure she came again, he moved one hand to her lower back and circled her clit with the other. He clenched his teeth, desperate not to come until she did.

  The noise in his head pounded faster and faster, keeping up with him as he drove them both to the edge. Maggie’s body tensed under him, and knowing she was close, he rocked into her once more, brushing her clit, and sending them both over.

  After, the silence was deafening. He pulled Maggie close, holding her in his arms. If there was anything better than holding a satisfied woman, he didn’t know what it was.

  Maggie rolled over to look at him. “Pretty good thing you’re the only one living on this floor with all that noise the bed was making.”

  “What?”

  “The way the bed kept hitting the wall. I’m surprised it didn’t make a hole or something.”

  Damn, that noise had been him? “I might have gotten a bit enthusiastic.” A bit? Hell, he’d never moved the bed before. He ran his hand down her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She pushed herself up on an elbow, looking as if it was the most absurd question she’d ever been asked. “I’d have used my safeword if you’d have hurt me that way. I mean, I won’t be able walk tomorrow, but it’s all good.”

  He laughed and pulled her down for a quick kiss. “Wait until I fuck your ass, Margaret.”

  “I knew there was something I wanted to ask you, but I kept forgetting!”

  “What was that?”

  “How come there are all sorts of nicknames and stuff for submissives, but only a handful for Dominants?”

  “You want a nickname for me?” It took a few seconds for him to formulate the question. He’d been certain she was going to ask about anal sex.

  “Yes, the more I think about it, the more I think it’s unfair and we should fix it. I want a little something I can call you when we’re out and no one other than us will know the meaning. The only thing is, it can’t be cute or common like Babe or Honey.”

  “What are you thinking?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

  “I keep thinking about that feeling I got in my belly when I got your text to be here at seven-thirty. It’s unconventional, but I think it works.” She sat up. “What do you think of Seven-Thirty?”

  “You want to call me Seven-Thirty in public?”

  “Yes.”

  He let it roll around in his head and answered with a grin. “I like it, actually.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  She hadn’t been prepared, but Isaac convinced Maggie to spend the night. Though she told him later it really didn’t take much on his part to get her to stay. Either way, he was glad she did. Sometime around midnight, after he’d turned them both to their sides, her back to his front, and he’d taken her again, but slower than before, they’d lounged in each other's arms.

  She gave him details about her week with Barbara, adding again how much she liked her new employer. He asked about her work and she filled him in on the details about the upcoming Wall Street benefit. Her excitement spilled into not only her voice, but her body movements as she explained how she’d had to book someone for decorations and music. Barbara, it seemed, had somehow managed to score the hottest chef in the city at the moment to cater the event.