Page 37 of Obsession

He huffed out a breath that could have been a laugh. “Your mouth is probably half of why I hired you.” His tongue lashed over the lobe of my ear, and I closed my eyes against the rioting sensations. “I must be insane.”

“Or we’re sharing a mental break.”

“Maybe we are,” he said with a low groan.

I echoed that sentiment when he buzzed across the triangle of hair above my slit once more.

“Open. Let me in.”

He was every sin I never knew I wanted.

“You want this. Don’t pretend you don’t. At least here we can be honest.”

I tried to grasp just what that meant, but my legs and my body had different ideas. I turned my heels just a little and widened my stance. His long fingers grazed over the apex of my thighs and sank into my heat.

I hissed at the sounds. Wet didn’t cover it.

Embarrassment raced up my spine and flushed my neck to my cheeks. I tried to arch away from him, but he gripped my wrists tighter, stretching me taller until my breasts and ribs were one with the glass.

Until everything was strung tight. I closed my eyes, tripping over my breath and nerves in the same moment. I wanted this, but could I live with the memory? Knowing that it was Blake who would be the one to show me what true passion was?

Would I ever sleep again?

Or would I relive this moment over and over?

He pinned me to the window, his watch clicking against glass as his fingers slowly glided in and out of me.

“Open your eyes, Ms. Copeland.”

How did he know they were closed? I dragged my eyelids up and stiffened. A flood of people were coming out of the hotel next door. Everyone seemed to be in a dress or suit.

“So many people.” He tucked his fingers deeper inside of me, and his palm rubbed against my clit. “If they only knew what we were doing. That you’re spread out for me, clinging to this glass. So fucking wet for me.”

My breath tripped out of my chest. No one reacted. They went on with their lives as if there was nothing going on a few steps away from them.

A woman linked fingers with a man. She laughed up at him, then she looked over her shoulder. She nodded our way and dragged the man away from the group roaming the streets. He didn’t seem to want to go with her until she went up on her toes and said something in his ear.

Blake’s bearded jaw buzzed along my neck. “Is she pulling him away to do what we’re doing?” He kissed and sipped his way down my throat and shoulder. “Will she lift her skirt for him like you did for me?”

I tried to pay attention to the couple outside the glass. They were drunk and laughing, drifting toward the building. They went deeper into the shadows along the side of the vestibule. My gaze followed them.

He pressed her up against the glass not five feet from us. The man’s fingers gripped the corner as he spread sloppy kisses down her neck.

“Do you like to watch?”

I shook my head. I’d never wanted to watch before, but it was oddly fascinating to see what they did. All the while, Blake kept pulsing against my clit. He’d stopped plunging inside me.

Instead, he stayed there—filling me up.

Shallowly.

Not nearly enough pressure.

What would it be like withhiminside, not just his fingers?

I moaned and shifted until his cock lined up with the cleft of my ass. He hissed against my neck as we both watched. I missed his verbal play-by-play.

The fact that I wanted to hear it again made my belly twist and my heartbeat pound between my ears.

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