Page 55 of Possession

He plucked at my nipple. “See how some of these pieces of glass are pointing the wrong way?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

“The bay can see you. If someone really wanted to look close, there would be a hint of lace here.” He slipped his hand up along my breastbone and followed the scalloped edge of my camisole. “They could see me press you into the window.” His fingers coasted higher to wrap around my throat. “Can you stay still, Ms. Copeland?”

I swallowed against the light pressure. My panties were soaked.

He knew every kink I never knew I’d had.

“I can’t hear you, Ms. Copeland.” He jerked his belt with his other hand.

“Yes, Mr. Carson.”

He nipped my earlobe, tugging until there was a tiny spark of pain.

I groaned.

“Shh.”

My lips parted. The bay was dark, save for the lights from all the boats in their docks. Some were moving, but most were still. It was late, and winter kept the shipping tours to a minimum.

A cool breeze slid between my thighs as he inched up my skirt. “I watched you dress this morning.” His voice was a low purr. “I didn’t get to enjoy your silky layers for these perfect breasts.” He dropped his fingers to pluck at my nipples before sliding his hand back to my throat. “But I saw these.”

I groaned as he traced the fingers of his other hand over my thigh-high tights. “I was a little disgusted by my reaction to what was essentially oversized knee socks.” He brushed his cock across my ass. “I thought I was beyond prurient schoolgirl fantasies, but as usual when it comes to you, there are no boundaries.”

If he touched me, I was going to come. Simple as that.

I wasn’t sure what it was about his voice, but add in the orders, and I was so done for.

“How’s the ankle today, Ms. Copeland?”

“Good,” I whispered. I was already stronger after just a few days. I was definitely strong enough for this.

“Excellent. Open your legs, Ms. Copeland.”

I widened my stance as he tore into a foil packet. He lowered himself until we were aligned, then he slid my panties aside and drove into me.

“No sounds. Don’t move.”

My eyelashes drifted down until the world was darkness and twinkles of light.

And Blake’s cock driving into me over and over.

His breath was a panting groan in my ear as he took me ruthlessly. Slamming thrusts that pushed me up onto my toes. I slapped the glass and held on even as he held me still.

Each scrape of his shaft worked over my swollen flesh. I couldn’t move, so all I could do was feel. Fullness, lust, devotion. It all coalesced into a mind-erasing release.

My legs shook first, then my breath, and finally, my whole body. His fingers tightened on my throat as he hit his end. He jerked against me and my name was a breath.

“Grace.”

He slid his hand away from my neck and wrapped it around my waist as he kissed my shoulder, then he turned me into his arms.

My skirt slid down to hold in his heat and the remnants of our releases. I wanted to hold him close for just a moment before reality—and cameras and security—intruded again.

I tipped up my chin and he kissed me lightly before he withdrew and hid the condom away in a handkerchief. Casually, he stepped back and straightened the lines of his suit.

“Ready to go home, Ms. Copeland?”

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