Page 15 of A Man After Midnight

His free hand gripped her waist tightly as he thrust in. He leaned his forehead against her neck.

“God, I want this to last,” he growled. “You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

Caroline pushed back, wanting him to move, and he quickly complied, pumping in and out of her with fast, hard strokes. Their combined panting echoed around them, holding them in a cocoon of fast, furious fucking. The pleasure was too much as her orgasm rose sharply.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Yes,” he gasped. “I can feel you clenching me. Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Harder,” she panted.

He obliged, thrusting as if he were out of control, and then suddenly Caroline exploded, stars bursting behind her closed lids. Wren moaned a second later and his orgasm erupted, his cock jerking until it ran empty. Then he bent his head and kissed her shoulder.

He let her leg drop but pressed her against the wall until she was able to stand on her feet without falling. Caroline felt a moment of emptiness as he pulled out of her. Her skirt fell down, concealing her still-throbbing parts, letting the lassitude of her orgasm wash through her for a moment longer.

Behind her, Wren took care of his business, removing the condom and zippering himself back up. She had a brief thought of what he planned to do with the used condom but didn’t really have the energy to dwell on it for too long.

And then he turned her around and took her lips, kissing her tenderly. His forehead dropped to rest against hers.

“Wow,” she purred.

He grinned.

“Um,” came a hesitant voice from behind. “May I help you?”

Wren looked over his shoulder, and Caroline’s eyes widened as the memory of where they were rocked through her. A busboy held an empty tub in front of him, eyeing them with curiosity.

“My wife was feeling a little faint,” Wren lied smoothly. “We thought the breeze would help settle her nausea.”

“Should I get my manager?”

“No need.” Wren slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tight to his side. “She’s about two months along … this happens quite frequently.”

The young busboy grinned. “Congrats!”

“Thank you. Can we exit this way?” he asked, pointing toward the gate at the end of the alley.

“Nah, that gate is always locked. Sorry, man,” the kid said.

“No problem. I just hope the smell of the food doesn’t make her sick again.” Wren walked, pulling her along, and all Caroline could do was bury her head in his chest and ignore the curious stares of the other patrons as they made their way out.

Once on the sidewalk and away from the restaurant, Caroline pulled away, laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we did that!”

Wren took her hand and held it. “So you have a little bit of exhibitionist in your system.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she said.

“It makes me want to find out what else makes you tick, Ms. Grace.”

Caroline didn’t answer as they walked back toward their hotel. His words echoed in her ears. What made her tick? She honestly didn’t know. For a long time she’d been merely surviving, making sure she stayed away from anything or, more importantly, from anyone who challenged the nice little safe haven she’d erected around herself. The sex she had with Wren frightened her a little. Fun, yes, and very satisfying … but the depth of completeness she felt with him threatened the walls she’d carefully constructed. There were only two and a half days left on her mini-vacation, and then it was back to reality. Back to her staid, safe existence, and that was okay with her. Being alone hurt far less than trusting someone with your heart and your emotions.

Still, Caroline wondered how to suppress the tiny flutter of happiness every time he looked at her. Because there was no way she was going to fall in love with him.

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