Page 29 of His Mansion

“Good. That’s an interesting proposition he just made. Think I should take him up on it?”

Her skin flushed red-hot as he winked the eye on the side away from their watchers. Her mouth was bone dry and she struggled to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. She was as good as naked from the waist up, with the see-through shirt allowing her nipples to peek through. She quickly checked the main area of the cafeteria. It was one thing to pull a stunt like this in front of adults, but she didn’t want to freak out any families or kids.

The setting was perfect. No one could see what was going on, tucked into the corner like they were. Well, no one except Kane—and three very quiet young men fiddling with their food. They weren’t even pretending to hold a conversation anymore, far more intent on the drama before them.

So be it—she officially got off on being watched and thought a sexpot. Dara squirmed, hoping the seam of her ski pants would provide a little relief against her throbbing clit. She spoke softly. “What do you want to do?”

Kane locked his fingers in her hair, an erotic echo of Jack’s movement only moments earlier. With infinite slowness he leaned toward her. “I want to come back to your room and fuck you again.”

The audible gasps from across the table slid into white noise as he took her mouth under his. By the time he pulled away, her mind swirled with a mix of passion and confusion. What must the snowboarders think? And could she get any more turned on? Her sex ached to be filled, by Kane, by Jack. Heck she wanted both of them, right now. Hard, pounding into her.

She whimpered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the boarders rise to his feet, adjust himself quickly and race from the table.

Kane held her chin, his forefingers and thumb cradling her delicately but firmly enough she couldn’t move without making a scene. “You need some more of what I gave you on the hill?”

Dara ducked her head and mumbled.

He laughed. “That’s not an answer. I want to hear the words. Did you enjoy what we did? My cock in your pussy? Fucking against the tree?”

Her breasts heaved as she panted for breath. “I loved it.”

His gaze caught on her chest. Kane reached out to pinch one nipple between his fingers, rubbing the rigid peak where it speared the fabric. “Nice, but not as nice as if you were naked, those tits bare for my mouth. Or your boyfriend’s. Jack, right?”

She nodded.

“What about both of us at the same time? Sucking and biting, one on each side?”

“Please…” The images flashing through her brain had nothing to do with cafeterias or ski slopes, and everything to do with being touched by both her guys. Filled by them, again and again, until she couldn’t move.

Kane growled in frustration as he glanced around them. He stared for a moment across the table at the boarders. “You guys mind switching sides? We need a little more privacy than this bench allows.”

They shook their heads wordlessly and rose to their feet. One of them ogled her shamelessly, his gaze eating her up, and damn if she didn’t get even hotter. Kane tugged her against his body, his erection hard against her hip as he guided her around to the far side of the table.

“Kane. This isn’t a good idea. People will see my?—”

He pressed her down until her back was flat against the bench. Far overhead was the solid wood framing of the open timbers of the roof. Nearer to her left, the edge of the long row table hung inches above her head. Under the table, on the bench she and Kane had just vacated, she watched as the boarders took a seat. One cupped his groin, rubbing himself with a harsh rhythm.

She was completely hidden by the table, tucked away in the corner of the room with an exterior wall at her head and one on her right. Kane’s body blocked her from the view of anyone at his back. They could have been alone, except for the continued audience of the boarders.

Kane massaged her breasts, pulling her attention back to him. “No one can see anything. In fact, let’s just pretend there’s no one here but you and me.”

Oh my God, he was messing with her zipper again. He tugged the crotch of her ski pants open, totally ignoring the guys on the opposite side of the table. He slipped his fingers along her soaking wet slit. She covered her mouth with both hands to contain the noises threatening to escape.

“It’s too bad there’s no one here. Because I think you’d love to have someone watch me do this.” He buried his fingers in her pussy and her hips involuntarily rose to meet him. The instant pressure in her core nudged her closer to yet another release, most of it from the sheer wickedness of what they were doing.

“If I had another condom I would fuck you here and now. On this bench. And your drenched pussy tells me that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”

He thrust into her again, his thumb riding her clit hard enough stars formed before her eyes. She was so close to coming, so close?—

His pocket rang and he swore violently, fumbling with his coat one-handed, his fingers still buried in her pussy.

“Kane here.”

Every breath she took shook her violently and she rocked as best she could against his hand, trying to reach that final bump to push her over. He withdrew his fingers with a long sigh. “I’m on holidays. This had better be a huge emergency, Derrick.”

Damn.No. She reached for her crotch. She had to come. It was a physical need now. She slipped her fingers into her own body and pushed the heel of her hand onto her clit. Kane grasped her wrist and pulled it away from her body, preventing her from masturbating. The moisture clinging to her fingertips cooled as the air met it. He spoke briefly to his client before hanging up and tossing his cell to the table in disgust.

“Derrick owes me big-time. I have to go for a while and baby-sit a customer through a booking issue. We’re not done.” Kane leaned over and sucked her fingers into his mouth, cleaning them one by one before zipping her up. Regret and longing covered his face. “I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

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