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“What?” Maggie clamped her mouth shut. She’d just sworn to Terry that she trusted him. Questioning the first order he gave her wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had, but she was naked. If she stood in front of that huge window anyone could see her. All they had to do was glance upward.
He raised his brow, a frown forming on his handsome face.
“Sorry, Sir.” She started for the window, each step slow and deliberate. In a minute, he’d stop her. This was a test. He’d said he’d never tell her to do anything she wouldn’t enjoy. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He did realize that she wouldn’t enjoy getting arrested, didn’t he?
“Keep going.”
The window loomed ahead and her feet froze. She couldn’t do it. If she got arrested or even ticketed for public indecency, she might lose her children. “Red.” She turned, looking up at him, praying he’d understand.
His face tensed and then softened. He took a deep breath. “The window is tinted. No one can see inside.”
“Really?” The big jerk could’ve told her that sooner.
“Yes. Really.” He sounded hurt.
“Oh.” It’d been a test and she’d failed. “Green.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry.” She should’ve known by now that he wouldn’t do anything to put her or her kids in any kind of danger.
He walked over to her, taking her chin in his hand. “I told you before, don’t be sorry.” He kissed her nose and dropped his hold. “This isn’t your fault.”
“But, it is.” She couldn’t have him blaming himself. “You’ve been perfect.”
A sexy smirk slid across his face. “Perfect. Really?”
“Okay, you can be a bit bossy sometimes and—”
“Sometimes?” He laughed. “The truth, rabbit.”
“Fine, a lot of time but usually, I don’t mind. How’s that?”
“Better.” His brown eyes were soft with a tenderness that made her body melt and her heart fill with love.
“I should’ve never questioned you. I should’ve known you wouldn’t ask me to do something that could get me arrested.”
“Yes, you should have but if you aren’t there yet that’s okay.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I understand. It takes time.”
“The others, did they—”
“They don’t matter.” He cupped her face in his large hands. “This is about you and me.”
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. She loved him. She should trust him, but she’d loved the wrong man before and it’d almost destroyed her.
“Stop that.” He kissed the tear that trickled down her cheek. “You know there’s no crying when we play”—he grinned—“except tears of pleasure.”
“I am sorry, Terry.”
“I know but I mean it when I tell you not to be. You’ll trust me when you’re ready.” He kissed her softly. “And until then, I’ll keep pushing and testing you.”
“Can we still go to the Club?”
He frowned, his eyes searching hers. “You know it doesn’t matter to me if we go this weekend or ever. Being with you is enough.”
He was crass and arrogant but sometimes he said the sweetest things. “I love you.”
His mouth came down on hers harder this time and she opened for him, letting him inside to invade and conquer. He grasped her ass, lifting her and pressing her flush against his large, strong body. He strode to the window, making her moan as his dick rubbed against her pussy with each step. He stopped, letting her slide down his frame. She leaned into him, loving the feel of his hardness against her—the perfect balm to her softness and need.
“Turn around.” His voice rough in her ear. “Hands on the window.”
She obeyed without hesitation, staring at the people below them. Everything was so clear, not even a smudge on the glass broke the illusion of being on display. He kicked her legs apart. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against the cold glass and making her shiver. He unzipped his pants and wetness flooded her core as he stepped closer, his dick sliding between her ass cheeks and bumping against the plug. She couldn’t stop the moan as the toy wiggled, sending sparks of pleasure to her aching pussy.
“Look down. See those people out there?”
She nodded, trying to keep her eyes open as his cock, hot and hard, pushed between her thighs. He slid along her folds, bumping against her clit over and over.
“Watch them while I fuck you.” The tip of his dick pressed at her opening, stretching her. He stilled on the cusp of entering her body, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. “They have no idea what we’re doing.” He pushed into her with one hard thrust.
She gasped, trembling as he filled her. She stood right above all those people as they walked and talked or sat on benches, staring at their cell phones. She moaned as he rocked against her, his pace slow and steady. Her body throbbed and she clutched at him with her inner muscles, trying to keep him inside her.
“Fuck, Maggie.” He grasped her hair, wrapping it around his fist and holding her head steady. His cheek pressed against hers, his voice thick with desire. “If any of those people glance upward, they’ll see you. They’ll see your face filled with passion and they’ll see you scream your release as I fuck you.”
She stiffened. Had he lied to her?
“Trust me.” He nipped her ear. “Please. You know me.”
“Yes, Sir.” This was all part of the game, the fantasy. They couldn’t see her.
“That’s it, rabbit.” He pumped into her and stilled, his dick buried deep. “Do you think they’ll look away when they see you or will they stare?” His hot words slipped into her ear, painting pictures. “Will they watch you being fucked? Wish it were them fucking you and making you come?”
“I...I don’t know.” Her body tightened, imagining them looking at her, naked and vulnerable to the whirlwind of feelings he created inside her.
“Would you like it if they did?” He tugged on her hair as he pumped into her with fast, hard thrusts.
“I...I...” God, she was close. She clung to him, her pussy clenching onto his cock. She was coming. He pulled all the way out and she moaned, her body trembling at the betrayal. “No.” She panted as her back arched, searching for him.
His arm came between them, the cloth of his shirt scraping her oversensitized flesh. He pressed his dick against her folds, pushing forward, the heat and hardness skimming along her clit. “One of them will look up and when he does, I’m going to finish fucking you. He’ll see how beautiful you are when you come.”
She rocked against him, making his cock bump into her clit over and over. His heat. His hardness. It was what she needed. Her eyes lowered as the pleasure soared through her.
“He did. That guy. He’s looking up.”
Her eyes popped open. A man on a bench stared up at them. Wetness flooded her, covering his cock and making it slicker. Her hips moved faster, matching Terry’s pace and his cock bump harder and harder against her clit.
“I know that guy.” His hot, heavy pants filled her ear. “I think he’s going to come up here.”
“What? Why?” She had no idea if this were still the game or if he were telling the truth. Lord help her, her body tightened at the thrill of being discovered.
“He’s one of the contractors. He’s supposed to look over the suite and give me an estimate.”
“Wha...” Her word turned into a moan as he guided his dick to her opening and pushed inside, filling her like she yearned to be filled, like she’d been made to be filled.
“What do you think he’ll do when he sees us?” His thrusts came harder and faster now. “Maybe, I’ll ask him to join us. Would you like that?” His tongue darted into her ear.
She couldn’t answer. Her mind whirled with feelings and thoughts, so dirty and hot that they stuck in her throat and made her legs tremble.
“You could suck his dick while I fuck you.” He tugged on her hair, his other hand holding her hip steady as his cock plunged into her, deep and fast. “Or he could fuck your ass.” His fingers drifted between her butt cheeks, finding the plug. “He’s here, right now.” He nipped her ear as he pulled the butt plug out.
She gasped at the loss but his fingers slid between the folds of her pussy, teasing her clit before moving between her cheeks, one sliding inside her butthole and stretching her.
“Do you feel him?” He thrust inside her with his finger, going a little faster and deeper each time. “Feel him fucking your ass, while I fuck your pussy?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes and it was happening, both of them, hard and hot, thrusting into her.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’re going to come inside you. Both of us. We’re going to fill you up with our cum.”
The rhythm of his finger in her ass sent spirals of pleasure into her already overfull pussy. Her hands clasped at the slick glass as she tried to hold on to something but his finger and his cock kept coming and going. She clamped down around him as his movements became rougher and less controlled. He was close and so was she. He wouldn’t stop now. He couldn’t. She panted as her body tightened around him, racing toward the edge of release. His dick and his finger plunged inside her at the same time, sending her rocketing into orgasm. She screamed, her body tightening and clutching onto his hardness. He pulled his finger from her ass, dropped his hold on her hair and grabbed her hips as he thrust into her, so deep she trembled again, moaning and trembling as he pushed her over another edge. He held her to him, his muscles stiffening as he came.
He leaned against her, his breath heavy on her neck, his body pressing hers against the glass. “You good?” His voice was rough but had a slight edge to it.
His nervousness made her fall even more in love with him. He challenged her and made her do things that she’d never imagined but always enjoyed—a lot. She’d remember that tonight at the Club. If she became unsure about something, she’d think about this game and the pleasure he’d given her.
“I’m wonderful.” She wiggled and he lifted away so she could turn. She wrapped her arms around him. “That was”—she sighed—“better than wonderful.”
He kissed her, gently. “I’m glad you enjoyed the game.” His hand found her ass. “I’m really glad you like anal.”
“I never thought I would.” She felt her face heat.
“Many women don’t. Some are okay with it”—he kissed her again—“and a few, very special ladies love it.” His dark eyes heated. “And I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have found one like you.”