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Daniella
I was absolutely frozen—no pun intended with the frigid comment. I could feel Shane’s breath on the back of my neck, his hand burning into my skin despite the layer of dress material between them, and now his other hand creeping up the back of my skirt. And I was doing absolutely nothing to stop it.
“As far as her cunt is concerned...”
Oh, God. His finger lightly ghosted between my legs at the wet silk thong. I found myself closing my eyes and gripping his arm, wanting¾no, needing¾more.
“It’s hot and wet.”
His whisper, meant only for my ears, caused goosebumps. “Tell me if you want me to stop now. Otherwise, I’m going to put my fingers inside you and make you come.”
Even if I could’ve formed the words, there was no way I was speaking at the moment. In addition to being wildly turned on by the man since the moment I’d laid eyes on him, curiosity had me wondering if, in fact, the problem all along hadn’t been me. I’d beaten myself up plenty for not being able to have a proper orgasm. So, with the hot guy offering, why the hell not? And although this was very un-Daniella of me, I suddenly felt uninhibited about having this sexy stranger behind me, giving me the pleasure I’d never experienced with the man who supposedly loved me.
My eyes flew open the moment he inserted a finger. Despite being a complete stranger, he was unapologetic with his tutorial in front of our audience of Eric and the bouncer. I might be covered by my dress in front, but I don’t think it would’ve mattered if I hadn’t been. Because I was lost in sensation. A breath left me when he wasted no time in inserting two and then curled them up deep inside of me where he started to move them against a spot that made my knees weak.
“You see, Eric, I could’ve gone for the easy target of her clit. Given her a nice climax by rubbing her there. But I think after the lack of orgasms she’s received from you for—how long was it?”
Jesus, was he actually asking me a question?
“Two years,” I offered on a whisper, digging my nails into his arm around my waist. I hoped he was fully prepared to take the majority of my weight as I could feel my legs start to shake.
“After two years, she deserves a G-spot orgasm which will rip through her body and have her coming like a porn star.”
He wasn’t too far off. The moment he started pressing his two fingers up against a spot I hadn’t known existed, a moan escaped my throat.
“Get out,” Shane grunted.
I flicked my gaze towards Eric’s face just in time to see it heat with humiliation before he was escorted out. I didn’t care because my climax slammed into me with full force, taking both my breath and my ability to remember it was a stranger’s fingers doing this to me.
“That’s it. Ride it out.”
His breath came in my ear, the huskiness of his voice causing an involuntary shiver. My body bucked against his hand, leaving me completely spent in the aftermath. Calming my breath, both hands gripping his forearm, I heard myself whimper when he withdrew his fingers.
“Are you okay to stand?”
I nodded, still unable to form words. Fortunately, the desk was next to me so I could use my hand to brace my legs, which remained shaking.
“So, I guess, thanks for that.” What else do you say when a stranger finger-fucks you to the best orgasm of your life?
He chuckled. “You’re welcome. Now, what?”
My gaze met his, and I felt my face heat. Something about meeting the man in the eyes after he’d had his fingers inside of me was disconcerting. Gone was the wild girl who’d wanted to be someone else tonight, and back was the reality of the jilted fiancée who’d come here for proof. This whole night was past the point of surreal. “Um, I should leave.”
He frowned. “Where will you go?”
“I have my stuff in my car and need to get a hotel room.”
“It’s three days before Christmas, so that’s not happening in Manhattan.”
I hadn’t thought much past busting Eric. Now that the adrenaline was fading, thanks in part to the whole orgasm thing, I was bone weary, in need of a warm shower and a comfortable bed. “I guess I’ll head back towards Jersey, then. I don’t know.”
“I thought you were going to show me how you cloned the ID.”
“Now?”
“You want Lance to keep his job, right?”
My temper suddenly flared at his use of power. But I wasn’t angry enough to take a chance on him firing the unfortunate guy who’d let me in tonight. “Fine. Get your computer guy in here, and give me an hour. But that’s it. If he can’t keep up, it’s not my problem.”
He grinned. “My computer guy is out until the day after Christmas. So how about you show me instead? And rest assured I’ll have no problem keeping up.”
I swallowed hard at the innuendo. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I was too tired or too emotionally exhausted. He was challenging me, and I couldn’t back down. Fine. Game on, Mr. Magic Fingers.