Page 21 of Skin Deep

At the moment, as his strong fingers swiped through the slit that divided her lower lips? She didn’t care who saw. She didn’t care who knew how much she melted at the slightest pressure from this man, and only this one.

Fred’s twin, Frank, had reached the bar, never out of Amy’s sight. As her body yearned beneath Fred’s expert ministrations, she again pondered the same question that had momentarily perplexed her a handful of years ago in Amsterdam.

Two men. Identical in every aspect that was naked to the visible eye. No discernible differences in grooming, in style, in demeanor.

Yet when she’d looked across that Euro club five years ago, she hadn’t seen twins and chosen one of a pair. She’d only seen Fred.

Beneath the table, Fred slid two fingers inside her slick channel. He moved them in a circle, stretching her in the most delicious way. A whimper escaped her lips, and she felt sweat break out all over her skin as she rocked her hips forward, silently begging for more.

“I wonder if anyone in here is watching us.” Fred leaned in closer. Wrapping his free arm around her torso so that she was tucked back against his chest, he bent to whisper directly into her ear. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I’m sure that someone is. And I wonder if they know what I’m doing to you? If they know that I have my fingers inside you, right this second.”

“I don’t care if they do.” Her voice was rough and didn’t even seem to belong to her. “Let them look.”

“I like that answer, dirty girl.” Shifting in the booth, he worked his fingers in even farther. He scissored them inside her, and she felt herself contract around him. “I think that even if Frank came back to the table right now, you’d let me keep my hand buried between these pretty legs of yours. That’s how much you want what I can give you.”

Her breath escaped her lips on a gasp. He was absolutely right—she was too far gone to care who saw. At the same time, his words made her desperate to come before Frank—before anyone—came back.

The fact that they could, though? It was fucking hot.

“I can feel you getting wetter.” She could feel the heat of his skin against her back, sealing them together. Her body trembled so hard as he worked his fingers in even farther still that she was glad of the support. “Now let’s see if we can make you come before you have to explain your filthy behavior to anyone else.”

Before she could breathe, he slid his fingers in the rest of the way. They were thick and they were long, and when he rotated them inside her, it made her squirm in desperation for his cock. As she tried to rock subtly to enhance his movements, he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She jerked against him, teeth sinking into her tongue until she tasted blood.

“If we were alone right now, I bet you’d be screaming.” He nipped at her ear, circled his thumb around the bud of her clit, and she felt tension start to gather, low and tight in her belly.

“If we were alone right now, I’d be on top of you.” Her voice sounded like she hadn’t had a sip of water in years. “You wouldn’t be teasing me like this because you’d have your cock inside me.”

This time he was the one who hissed out a breath. She grinned triumphantly, sliding her hand over to his lap. Stroking the firm muscle of his truly impressive thighs, she finally cupped his cock with her palm. It was fully erect, thick and tempting as it pushed against the fabric of his suit pants, begging for release.

“Nope.” With a pained groan, he shifted so that she could no longer reach between his legs to stroke, to touch. “This is about you, and the orgasm you’re about to have.”

“Says you,” she challenged, heels drumming on the floor as every single muscle in her body tensed, straining toward release.

“You don’t have a choice.” He sounded mildly amused, as though she were nothing but a toy he was entertained with right this moment, but she heard the strain in his voice. This whole scene—his bossy hands, the public setting—it was really doing it for both of them. “Now come for me. Try not to be too loud when you do, unless you want every single person in this club to know that you just came all over my hand.”

“Oh God.” His words were the release valve, as though her body had needed his permission to let go. He rubbed his thumb right over the top of her clit as he spoke, providing the last bit of delicious friction that she’d needed to go over the edge. “Fred.”

“Good girl.” He continued to work on her, pulling a second wave out of her flesh on the heels of the first. “Give me one more.”

She shook as pleasure worked its way outward from her core like an earthquake from its epicenter. She was sweating and could feel that her skin had flushed a deep red. Her face was probably contorted, her mouth hanging open, and in that moment she just couldn’t have cared less. The only thing that existed in her world was the release Fred had just milked from her hot, slick channel with his clever fingers.

Spent, she melted against him, boneless. A small whimper escaped her as he removed his hand from its cozy space between her thighs, then smoothed her panties and shorts back into place. Tilting her head, she looked up at him, just in time to see him slide those fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth.

“Good Lord, Fred.” Reaching for her beer, she took a long swallow, needing to dampen her suddenly dry mouth. “That was...wow.”

“I know.” He smirked down at her, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Damn it. She liked him. This wasn’t news, exactly—why else would she have been so hurt by that damn letter—but right now she could no longer pretend.

“I didn’t know you had it in you,” she admitted, finishing off her beer. “But I have to say... I liked it.”

“Oh, Miss Marchande.” He leaned in, so close that she could feel the mist of his breath on her face. “I’ve got moves you’ve never seen.”

“That, my friend, is a quote from Pretty Woman.” She couldn’t hold back the grin as he shrugged, caught out.

“Made you smile, though. Definitely worth it.”

“Let’s go somewhere.” Shifting in her seat, she ran her tongue along her lips and watched his eyes track the motion. “It seems I have a favor to repay.”

She’d meant to ask him to come home with her. To let him see the way she lived—in the house she’d grown up in, where she still lived with Mamesie, two of her sisters and a brother-in-law. A house that was shabby and rundown and utterly unlike anything he’d likely experienced in his life.

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