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She raised her gaze, and when their eyes locked it was al he could do not to come. He'd told her to look at him, but he suddenly couldn't return the

favor, letting his head drop back with a deep groan. "Oh God, baby, good," he managed through clenched teeth.

He'd gotten blow jobs from countless women in his thirty-five years, some of them damn good ones. But something about this one, from this girl, in

this place, this isolated moment in time, was different, better, exciting him more, hurtling him closer to orgasm quicker than he could ever

remember.

So much that he forced himself to gently push her away, until his drenched cock sprung back against his stomach. "Much more of that sweet mouth

and I'l explode in it."

"I wouldn't mind," she said, stil kneeling before him, peering up, that black kimono casting only a pale shadow over her perfect body.

"Have you ever?" he asked, curious. "Swal owed?"

She shook her head. "But I would. For you. If you wanted me to."

His whole body went weak. From another woman, the sentiment wouldn't have mattered so much, but from Laura, spoken so solemnly, so surely,

the gesture overwhelmed him.

He took her hands and helped her to her feet. He lifted his palms to her face and kissed her, brisk but deep, and even
that
left him feeling light-headed. He leaned his forehead over to meet hers, fingers stil lingering on her cheeks. "You are so sweet, baby. But when I come ... I need you to feel me. Inside you. In your hot, beautiful pussy. I need you to feel every last thrust deep inside." He concluded with another kiss, slanted across her mouth, tongue dipping inside to find hers, drinking in the simple pleasure of having her arms twine about his neck. One kiss became two, then

more, each getting him hotter, his cock now aching for her tight cunt.

Ending the kisses, he prodded her past the telescope, toward the window, until her back pressed against it. Yanking at the sash of the little robe, he jerked the fabric apart and let his gaze fal on her every curve. "Fucking beautiful," he whispered.

"Take me," she breathed, drawing his eyes back to her face. "Take me hard, Braden. Fuck me."

Nothing excited him more than hearing her talk dirty, and the more he got to know her, the more he understood how out of character it was, and that

it was for him alone. "Say it again. Tel me."

"Fuck me hard and deep. Make me scream."

Damn, he even got off on watching her mouth form the words, just seeing them come from sweet little Laura, who had been bold enough to

masturbate in the dark and start this wild affair that he never real y wanted to end.

Curling his hands possessively over her ass, he picked her up and nailed her to the window with his cock—hard, just like she wanted. She cried

out, then leaned her head back against the glass in a huge sigh. "So unbelievably big in me," she whispered, their faces mere inches apart.

"Oh God," he said, her words continuing to excite him, now propel ing him to drive into her in long, hard strokes designed to make her feel every inch of him in her moist passageway. When his bal s bounced against her, he felt her bareness there and it escalated his passion.

Her legs locked around his back, scissoring to pul him into her, help him thrust, and her breasts brushed against his chest as she met each drive.

When she began to set a slower, hotter rhythm, he had no
choice
but to fol ow. She was gorgeous when nearing orgasm, and he knew That’s what

this slower tempo meant. She was taking him in, riding his cock, letting her clit rub against him with every hot little gyration she made.

He wanted to suck her pretty pink nipples, but holding her as he was, he couldn't get the right angle. So he kissed her mouth instead, more of those

sweeping, lingering kisses that were almost as good as the sex itself, then she leaned back her head and he sprinkled more kisses across her

long, slender neck.

When she lowered her gaze to him, she said on heavy, heated breaths, "You know someone real y
could he
watching us right now."

She was right—it would be easy. Two people fucking in the middle of an enormous, lit-up window. Only a few other houses could be seen in the

distance from his—the view was mostly pristine mountain and sky—but he knew he wasn't the only mountain-dwel er with a telescope. "Does that

excite you?" he asked.

She hesitated only briefly. "Yes." Another heated breath as she continued to move on him. "It shouldn't. . . but it does."

"Baby, good sex isn't about should or shouldn't." He stil moved with her, his cock stil buried deep, easing her toward climax. "It's about what is.

What excites you. Don't think. Just feel."

" You
excite me," she breathed. "More than any man ever has."

The words shouldn't have surprised him, al things considered, but they stil sent a hot shock of pleasure through his veins. "God, I want to make you come, honey," he told her. "So, so much."

She thrust against him, stil working her pussy in those hot little circles. "Soon," she murmured. "So soon."

"Imagine someone is watching us," he said.

Her voice came soft, light. "Who?"

"No face, no name. Just someone. Feel their eyes on us. Feel them watching, just like I watched you touch yourself, just like I watched you fuck

yourself with the vibrator."

"Oh .. ." she moaned, arching against him, again, again.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel their eyes? Do you want them to see you come?"

She nodded, breath stil ragged, eyes glazed with passion. "But mostly ... I want
you.
You to see me. You to watch me." Her undulations were changing, becoming more pronounced—her breath grew stil more audible.

"Wel , I'm watching, baby. I'm watching you fuck me slow and sweet. I’m looking at your beautiful body, the way it moves against me. Come for me, honey. Come for me. Come for me."

She drew in her breath, deep, seeming to hold it—and then the climax broke over her with a high sob as she pushed her cunt harder against him,

thrusting, thrusting, crying out, and in that moment, Braden t bought she was the most extraordinary woman he'd ever known.

She clung to him when it ended and he hugged her tighter, closer. Then whispered. "I love watching you get off."

She lifted a smal , sensual tongue kiss to his mouth. "Just like when we first met, your eyes alone are enough to make me come."

"Was it good?"

Her gaze lit up. "Beyond magnificent." He spoke lower. "Want more?"

She nodded eagerly, so Braden final y lowered her to the floor but quickly shifted her to face the window. Now it was he who imagined the eyes out

there somewhere watching them, getting to see her beautiful body ful frontal—her perfect round tits and smooth pussy. He imagined the voyeurs

colossal jealousy—because they could look, but he got to
have.
Al of her.

He pressed her palms flat to the cool window, same as he had in the shower.

He slid his damp cock through the crack of her ass, teasing her beneath the robe stil draping her shoulders and back, loving the way she arched

toward him, offering herself.

It was an offer he couldn't resist, so he plunged back inside her without delay. "Oh!" she cried, and he loved even
that
now, the mere power to make her cry out, make her feel so much.

He bent to breathe in her ear. "Do you love my big cock in your tight little pussy, honey?"

She moaned as he drove deeper. "Oh yes, baby. Yes!"

Dragging his hands over her plump breasts, he settled them on her hips and proceeded to fuck her in earnest, hard and fast, pleased to hear her

moan at every thrust.

Moving in her, he let his gaze travel out the window, not thinking of the eyes anymore, but of the stars, of the sensation of the two of them almost

being outside. He wanted to fuck her
there.
He wanted them to be part of nature together, just enjoying each other beneath the sun or the moon or the fal ing snow.

Next his hand dipped to That sweet, nude mound. He thought he could spend hours just touching it, stroking his fingers over the bare skin, and of

course, the pink folds resting between. Her cries increased as he let his middle finger linger over her swol en clit. Swol en even after she'd just

come for him. He was going to make her come again.

He stroked her slit with each drive of his cock, moving his fingertips in rhythmic circles over that hot little nub protruding so prominently. "You're so open for me," he breathed over her.

"I love . . . when you touch me." Her voice was but an echo of its usual self.

"You're going to come for me again, lover," he promised her. "Your sweet pussy is going to feel like its exploding in my hand."

She responded with only a thready moan, but he kept caressing her as he moved inside her, plunging deep, making her take every inch, listening to

her cries of pleasure as his tempo increased. "Gonna come hard," he said through clenched teeth, not even sure if he was talking about her or himself now.

"Oooh yes, oooh yes," she cooed, swiveling against both his cock and his hand.

"Come, baby. Come." And then, to help her along, he lifted his free hand from her hip and brushed his thumb across the tiny fissure of her ass.

"Oh!" she burst out, hands stil braced on the glass.

He stroked her there again, gently, making her jolt.

"Come for me
now
," he said, his voice more commanding as he raked his thumb deeper over her anal opening—and then she erupted with deep, jagged cries, her whole body trembling with the force of the climax.

"Oh! Oh baby, oh baby! Oh . . ." Her hot moans trailed off only when her body ceased quaking, and Braden needed to hold her, so he closed his arms about her from behind, leaned in close, and kissed her shoulder.

But then his own tension began to build, from watching her come— twice—from having his cock buried in her hot warmth for so long, from the

imagined eyes out the window, from the stars overhead, from everything he’d shared with her.

He pumped into her furiously, his body taking over. He knew nothing but the force of wanting to pummel her hard, drive into her as deeply as

possible. She stil arched toward him, That sweet offering, and he took it, never slowing his strokes, never easing up, thinking only of how much he

wanted to make her feel him, feel his cock, feel his desire. Her cries increased his excitement, as did the sight of her body before him through the

naughty transparent black and the reflection of her breasts in the window.

“I’m gonna come, honey!” he yel ed.

“Oh yes,” she purred, and the very sound of her voice pushed him over that steep edge into the abyss of pure, pulsating pleasure. It swal owed him,

and nothing existed but the heaven she delivered – and he closed his eyes, seeing a whole new sky of twinkling stars.

He slowly started to col apse afterward, so he slid his arms back around her to ease her to the floor with him. And as he turned her to look into her

eyes, he knew a second’s worth of fear – because sex like that, he figured, could be just the thing to make Laura revert, feel that awful regret she’d suffered back in the beginning. Yet to his relief, her eyes were fil ed with nothing but joy. “Stil with me?” he asked.

Her grin said she knew exactly what he meant. “Al the way, flyboy.”

He smiled in return, too exhausted to do or say more.

“And just so you know,” she said, her voice soft as the night, “that was the most exhilarating sex I’ve ever had.”

Me, too
.

But besides being too tired to get the words out, that was simply something she didn’t need to know. It would be giving too much away – from a

man who seldom gave anything other than his body and a little charm when it came to women. “I’m glad, snowflake.”

“And I came twice again.” She sounded girlish and delighted.

“Get used to it.”

“What were doing at the end there, right before I came the second time? Whatever it was …” she trailed off, voice as breathy as during sex. “It was

fabulous.”

“I was rubbing my thumb on your ass.”

It took her a moment to make sense of that, at which point she raised her eyebrows. “You mean on my, um …”

He cast a tired grin. “It’s cal ed an anus, honey.”

“Real y? You were rubbing me
there
?” She sounded sincerely shocked.

He gave a short nod, not surprised to learn she’d never experimented with that particular area. “We’l file that with spankings,” he told her, “under

‘things to examine later.’”

Riley Wainscott's story continued to fly with ease, just as Laura had told Braden last night. Riley s romance was zipping along quite speedily, too.

As Laura herself had just learned, having sex early in a relationship real y seemed to
up
the zip factor.

Not That she was having a
relationship
with Braden. She wasn’t—she knew that. No matter how intense their sex had been last night, no matter

how close to him she'd felt. A
new
closeness. But that stil made this nothing more than an affair. And heck, if al affairs were like this, she was beginning to understand why people had them, even if they went nowhere.

Of course, she wasn't sure Riley was real y having a relationship, either. She and Sloane Bennett mainly talked about the case, the clues, what it al

might mean—and then they had sex. Usual y in the secret garden. They never planned it—it just happened. Something about that garden was

intoxicating to them, turning them both passionate and uninhibited—kind of like Braden Stone had turned Laura last night. She couldn't believe

some of the things she'd said. That the idea of strangers watching them turned her on? Yikes. And yet, in that moment, it had been the truth.

She lifted her gaze from the white computer screen to the white