Page 10 of After Hours

She was still trembling like that. It seemed to have no beginning and no end, but went on and on and on.

Maybe she didn’t want it to stop. Maybe she wanted to see what it would make of her.

He led her down the alley once more, but this time he didn’t stop at the door to that office that led into his gym. She peered through the window anyway, even though it was dark. She could still see the way he’d pounded that cock of his into that woman, first her pussy and then her mouth.

Romily felt herself bloom all over, wondering if she was about to experience the things she’d seen.Hopingshe would.

And wondering if she would survive it. If it would be as good as it had looked. As hot and as wild.

Her pussy already thought this was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced, that was for sure.

Zachary stopped walking at the foot of the stairs, his hand still gripping hers. She looked up. He was looking back at her, the blue of his eyes that knowing gleam again.

Like he was imagining pounding into her too.

“I knew you liked to watch,” he told her in that low voice of his that danced all over her skin like a different kind of heat. “But I had no idea how much.”

“I had no idea you knew I existed,” Romily replied, barely recognizing her own voice, it was so scratchy.

“Oh, I knew,” Zachary said, his own voice rougher than before.

Because he wanted this the way she did. Because he’d been watching her too.

Romily could feel another orgasm shimmer, right there on the edge, but the other thing he’d said came back to her then. No coming without his permission. Why was that so hot?

But it was.

Even as she flushed and felt herself sweat a little as she fought it off.

When she did, his hard mouth curved behind his dark beard. “Good girl.”

Then, as she felt the pleasure of pleasing him wash through her like he’d actually let her touch that gorgeous cock of his, he led her up those stairs.

Romily felt the way her heart was punching against her ribs and wondered where she’d gotten the boldness to do… any of this. Even daring to tell him she hadn’t realized he’d ever noticed her.

She knew that some might not think that was particularly daring at all, but she had always been the sort to admire brightness in others. She’d never shined much herself.

That was what happened, growing up the way she had. Shining in any way at all, calling attention to herself like that, could only get her in trouble while she was bounced from one family member to another—all of them wanting applause and endless gratitude for not kicking her off into the system.

Sometimes—often—she’d had to think that the system might have been better.

She didn’t know why this man, who was notably and clearly unsafe in a thousand ways, made her feel as if she had never been more protected. Or more precious, somehow, simply because he’d noticed her.

Maybe that was the trauma talking, as her therapist liked to say.

But Romily kind of thought it was just… Zachary.

At the top of the stairs, he punched a code into a keypad, the imposing steel door opened, and then it was really happening. They weren’t going to be inpublicany longer.

She was actually going to be alone with this man. With her Viking.

Zachary led her inside and the heavy door slammed shut behind them, and Romily braced herself for what was about to happen?—

But it didn’t.

They stood there, just inside the door. In what would have been total darkness, but he had no curtains or blinds on his windows and they all looked out over the lights from the marina, Coast Guard Island beyond, and Alameda in the distance. If she turned her head, she knew that she would be able to see down into Brooklyn Basin, and no doubt across to San Francisco, too, if it weren’t quite so foggy.

She waited for him to turn on the lights, but when he didn’t, she blinked. And realized she could see him well enough in the reflected gleam from outside.

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