Page 19 of Stripped Down at the Fair

I watched her watching us—her head tilted to the right, her eyes fixed on our reflection as I thrust in and out. Finally, her eyes drifted closed, and that was the sexiest sight of all—her, lost in the feel of my hands and my cock.

As my fingers moved over her most sensitive spots—not just her clit, but the beaded tip of her nipple—she kept her noises to a minimum. But I could still hear her. The sounds of her rapid, heavy breaths echoed throughout the small hallway of mirrors where we stood.

When she came, she let out a whimper, and I knew the sound snuck past her fierce determination to stay quiet. That brought a smile to my face. But that smile quickly faded when I realized there was no need to hold out any longer.

That was when I took in the same image that had captured her attention off to her right. Fuck, we were hot. Her perfect, curvy body. My hips thrusting as she finished her orgasm and I fell headlong into mine…

I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as a series of sensations threatened to knock me off my feet. It just felt too damn good. Even though we rarely missed a day, every time I came inside her, I wondered why we didn’t do this more often. Maybe four or five times a day. Without kids, we very well might have.

“We probably should get out of here,” I said as we both stood, still trying to catch our breath. “Someone might wonder why the funhouse has been out of order so long.”

“It’s not a busy night,” she said, straightening and separating our bodies. “I figured this would be the best night to surprise you.”

“You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?”

I smiled at her as she turned and rose on tiptoe, clasping her hands behind my neck and pulling me toward her. Her lips met mine in a kiss that was slow and sweet. A kiss that had me almost heating up again.

How was it possible this was even hotter than what we’d just done? It definitely threatened to ramp up my erection again, and that couldn’t happen just yet. We had to get dressed and get out of here. Once we were home, we could start this all over again.

“You know,” she said, “I was thinking I could go for one of those kebabs.”

My underwear was on and I was working my shorts into place, but her words paused my movements. “That actually sounds good. I had dinner, but I could go for a late-night snack.”

“It’s only eight-thirty,” she said, smiling as she glanced at the fitness watch she was still wearing. “But yeah, I guess that qualifies as a late night these days.”

“Sure does.”

I watched as she put on her bra. The sight of her doing that made it tough to concentrate on getting dressed, but I somehow managed. I didn’t take my eyes off her the entire time, though. No way. I wanted to keep every second of tonight imprinted on my memory forever.

“Let’s go get a kebab,” I said. “The boss says I can take off early tonight.”

“You’re the boss,” she reminded me.

“Oh yeah.” I smiled down at her. “Well, I’m ordering me to grab that closed sign and open up this funhouse before the customers start to revolt.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” she said. “I’ll go grab the kebabs.”

We kissed one more time before parting, and it struck me, as always, that walking away from her was almost painful. I wanted her by my side night and day. But we’d come back together in a few minutes, and as always, it would only make me appreciate the time we spent together more.

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