Authors: Melissa Schroeder
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Prelude to a Fantasy
Prelude to Book Eight, A Little Harmless
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Table of Contents
A prequel to A Little Harmless Fantasy
Zeke breathed in the warm Hawaiian night air
as he pulled Maura out of Rough ‘n Ready trying to cool his
irritation. Anger boiled in his gut and his hands itch to hit
something. Zeke couldn’t remember the last time he lost his temper,
but he was dangerously close tonight. Conner wouldn’t have been
happy if he had to bail Zeke out of jail because he beat the shit
out of some Dom with an Aussie accent.
Zeke was known for his cool head, but Maura
knew just what fucking buttons to push. Hell, it was like she sewed
“Zeke, wait,” she said struggling against
He ignored her plea. The best thing he could
do was get as far as he could away from the BDSM club. The moment
she had walked out into the common area of their shared suite, he
had been ready to kill. Damn her for wearing a dress that clung to
every small curve of her body and damn him for spending the last
three hours looking at those long legs. He had studied her so
closely he was pretty damned sure she wasn’t wearing panties.
His cock twitched. Shit. He was lucky to
have any kind of ability to walk a straight line at the moment. He
had spent the night trying to fight every hormone in his
body—especially the ones that were telling him to get a cab and
make love to her in the backseat.
What the bloody hell was the woman doing to
“Your brother sent you here to check out the
woman, not be checked out.”
It wasn’t easy dealing with his feelings
toward Maura. He had been protective of her from the moment he met
her several years earlier. She was Conner’s sister and that made
her part of his family in a way. They had been working closely the
last few months and now…he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Each
date she talked about had him ready to go mental on men he had
never met. Tonight, he’d been damned close to beating the living
shit out of a guy just because he’d tried to pick her up. It was
bad enough she apparently thought she was into BDSM, but now she
thought she could play.
Not while he was within grabbing
She huffed pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Well, I’m pretty sure he didn't want us to leave before we have
A growl threatened to explode. The woman
just would not let it go. "We found the girl. All we have to do is
call Conner. He'll come over, we'll go back to Miami."
And I can find someone to clear you out
of my system
He had to or he would go insane. From the
moment they landed in Hawaii his body had been humming. He wanted
to touch her, taste her; he wanted to fuck her until she couldn't
And that was
something a guy did
to his best friend's sister.
"Really, I just wanted to look around. I
thought it might be interesting to talk to one of the owners."
He stopped abruptly and she stumbled into
him. His body reacted immediately. Hell, he was already half
aroused, and now that she had her entire body against his, he
barely had enough blood in his brain to function.
Zeke turned and crowded her up against the
"And just what the hell do you mean by that?
What are you looking for woman?"
She settled her hands on her hips and raised
her chin slightly. Oh, fuck. It was hard enough to resist the woman
but when she got argumentative, it made him want to kiss her. "I
just wanted to talk to him. I've been thinking about exploring my
The thought of her walking up to a Dom who
was bold enough to own a BDSM club and asking him to help her with
her needs had Zeke ready to scream.
Zeke didn’t play, never got into it. Not for
himself. He didn’t actually play. He had another kind of need in
the bedroom, but, well, Rory was off somewhere on assignment.
Besides, Zeke wasn’t sure he wanted share her with his lover. Rory
wasn’t the settling down type, no matter how much Zeke wanted him
to. Not to mention, Conner wouldn’t be happy if Zeke slept with
her. If he shared her with Rory…well, that would end the friendship
and their company more than likely.
“Your brother didn’t finance this trip for
that and you know it. Besides, what do you know about your
Okay, now he sounded like an ass. She rolled
her eyes and started to walk away. He grabbed her again and pulled
her back. This time he stepped closer. He caught a whiff of her
scent just then. She always smelled of cinnamon…like some kind of
God help him, he wanted to take a big long
He shook his head and tried to get his mind
back on the discussion. “Listen up, Maura. Those guys in there
don’t play around.”
Her lips curved and he couldn’t help the way
his heart did a little tap dance. Her tongue darted out over her
bottom lip. It took every bit of his control not to swoop in for a
“I thought that’s what these guys were here
“They are more than you can handle, little
If anything, her chin went up higher. Damn
her for being so fucking determined. And damn him for being in love
His brain stopped right there and then. In
love. Him. With his best friend’s sister.
Well, bugger me.
He shook his head trying to ignore the
dominant thought. Fuck, he
in love with her. What the
bloody hell was wrong with him?
“Are you going to continue to stand there
and say nothing?”
He grabbed her hand and hauled her down the
street. If he was lucky, he would ignore just how perfectly right
it felt to touch her this way.
“Your brother said to keep a low
She didn’t snort but he knew she was close.
Lately, Maura had been trying to break away from her brother. Not
completely, but enough to spread her wings. The former FBI agent
wasn’t too happy that his sister was so open. Zeke was caught in
the middle. It was hard enough dealing with Maura on a daily basis,
but now that she had decided to explore her sexual options he was
having problems forming words.
Zeke wanted to be one of those options more
than he wanted his own breath.
“Why are we heading back to the hotel?” she
asked sounding more like a pissed off teenager. Dammit, why was
that attractive to him?
“Because, we have to report in.”
The moment he said it, her phone rang with
the Darth Vader Death March music.
She smiled and answered.
“Hello, brother, dear.”
She frowned. “There is nothing wrong with my
tone. And to answer your question—although you didn’t ask it but I
am assuming you would—yes, we found her. Not sure how long she’ll
last here so you might get here as fast as you can.
She was silent as she listened to her
brother and Zeke found himself losing his thoughts again. Lately,
whenever he looked at her,
looked at her, he couldn’t
think. There had only been one other person who had done that to
him, and it scared the hell out of Zeke.
The wind caught a strand of her hair and she
brushed it away. The gesture was small but so feminine that he
found himself mesmerized by it.
“Of course he’s still here.”
She held the phone out to him. For a second,
he couldn’t act. His brain just couldn’t seem to work.
“Zeke?” she asked, annoyance threading her
He took the phone. “Hey, Conner, shouldn’t
you be in bed?”
His best friend grunted. “I’ve been to bed
already. It’s almost six here in Miami.”
“I want you to stay there.”
He held the phone out and looked at it. Then
he brought it back to his ear. “What?”
“I’m going to head out that way and should
get there tomorrow or the next day. I want you two to stay there
and keep an eye on the girl.”
“You want us to stay here?” Zeke asked,
There was a pause. “Do you have a problem
It wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t say
that to Conner. He would ask Zeke why he didn’t think it was a good
idea. Telling Conner he wanted to fuck Maura until they were both
too tired to walk, probably wouldn’t go over well. It wasn’t
something you said to your best friend about his little sister.
“Great. I’ll get a flight. I don’t want to
have the jet come all the way back here for me. Go to bed.”
Conner clicked the phone off before Zeke
could respond. Of course he did. He always did. Conner was a man
who had little time for small talk and when he was done with his
conversation, he was gone.
“So, we get to stay for a few more
He looked at Maura. Her gaze was hopeful and
her face flushed with excitement.
“Yeah. Conner’s gonna try and get here by
She smiled at him, and those damn green eyes
sparkled behind her glasses. “Sounds like an excellent plan to
Ah, shit, he was in trouble.
* * * *
Maura couldn’t keep from tapping her foot in
the elevator. All the energy from Rough ‘n Ready seemed to have
followed her back to the hotel. She had never felt so alive. It
just proved to her more that she needed to look into learning more
about the life.
She had never been to a BDSM club before.
She knew that her brother Conner was a member of one in Miami or
had been. Lately, all he seemed to do was work, but when they first
opened the company, he was. And, she didn’t see what was wrong with
her belonging to one. She had the money and she wanted to explore
her sexual identity.
She looked at Zeke. God, was there ever a
man who turned her to jelly like him? She didn’t think so. He was
sex on a stick. Her best friend Jillian could use him as a hero in
one of her erotic novels. Tall enough that she could look up at him
when she was wearing heels—thank God for that—and so damned sexy
she had trouble remembering her name when he looked directly at
He had always been an odd companion for her
brother—or so she had thought at first. Dreads, tattoos, an Irish
accent, and the most scrumptious eyes made him impossible to
ignore. She didn’t know men could have such long eyelashes. When he
would look at her it was like the world faded away.
She sighed. It was a shame he wasn’t into
BDSM. He had unequivocally refused to discuss it. She knew from
what her brother had said Zeke wasn’t into to the life. It was just
her luck she was half way in love with him.