Free Zeke's Surprise_ARE by Jennifer Kacey

Chapter One
     
    Driving home after taking Aslan in her office, Zeke tried in vain to process the emotions pumping through his veins.
    Taking her had been mind-blowing. Truly… He shook his head. Fuck .
    She had been submissive, giving, beautiful, delicious.
    The urge to take her had been overwhelming and it was the first time in a very long time that he hadn’t fought the need to fuck her. He normally fled her office and threw himself into another project to keep the monster at bay.
    But this time he hadn’t redirected it. He simply claimed her, exactly how he wanted to.
    It hadn’t been sweet.
    Not kind or gentle.
    No, it had been rough and dirty. The mixture of their cum all over the corner of her desk hadn’t even dried by the time they’d locked her office and left in separate vehicles to go home. Talk about a shitty week at work. A shared business venture on a new cruise ship line they’d built from the ground up kicked ass on most days. Today hadn’t been most days. Everything that could have gone bad on the newest ship build had.
    Aslan’s week had been awful from the word “Monday” and his hadn’t been much better. Before, he’d left her office with the flitting notion that she didn’t need his cravings in her face while she had a million other things to focus on. But weeks before, she’d told him she wanted to feel his desire. To be taken, simply because he needed her. As he stalked away from her office he’d paused. He wanted her, needed her, ached for her.
    So he’d gone back, locked the door and told her to strip.
    Her eyes. The green had turned almost neon with the instant pleasure racing through her.
    His frustration at work morphed into sexual frustration and walking away had no longer been an option.
    In his defense, it hadn’t been completely his fault. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip where he could still taste his wife’s pussy.
    She’d been wearing his favorite pair of high-heeled boots all day. And a gray sweater dress that reminded him how amazing her tits are. Not to mention, some kind of silver hooped belt, highlighting her tiny waist.
    She’d been feisty and mouthy and kick ass, which made him want to take his cock in hand and jerk off until he came.
    What did he do instead? Made her remove her clothes, piece by piece. Then he’d striped her ass because he’d needed to see his marks on her while she wore her little, white knee-high socks.
    Fuck, she did it for him in ways he never imagined could be real.
    And she’d called him Daddy.
    No more than thirty minutes had passed since he’d emptied his balls inside of her sloppy, wet pussy and his cock was hard and ready to take her again.
    Something shocked him as he took her, though. Something he hadn’t seen coming, and one of the reasons he’d avoided attacking her with lust in the past.
    It had been as much for her as it had been for him. He’d always thought it would be all about him. That she would have been doing it for him and nothing else.
    But he was wrong.
    She’d needed it just as much as he had. Maybe even more, which completely took his knees out from under him.
    Maybe she really did need his monster as much as he needed her to. The fact that she thought he didn’t want her the way he had when they’d first gotten married?
    Stretching his neck, he gripped the steering wheel. Hard.
    He’d thought that she hadn’t loved him anymore and that was why she’d been acting so distant. He’d been wrong about that, so what else could he be wrong about?
    The muscles in his jaw cramped and he physically had to relax before he cracked a tooth.
    He shook his head, downshifting as he exited the highway. Aslan’s vehicle was in front of him. He followed her home, always. He kept her safe, always.
    Protecting her from everything, that was his job.
    Light from a street lamp glinted off his wedding ring as he turned the wheel.
    What a gift she had given him. One he vowed never to take for granted.
    The fantasy of hers,