sensations zipped to her clit.
In another instant, they’d torn off their clothes. His cock was massive. Her pussy clenched as he lifted her onto the desk and pushed apart her legs.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he announced. “Bareback. No condom.”
She tried to speak, but could only nod.
Grabbing her hips, he pumped into her, stretching her inner walls until they burned on the edge of an intense pleasure-pain. She hooked her legs behind his waist, and he carried her to the window with their bodies joined. He opened the blinds and set her on the low ledge.
Her spine met cool glass, and she gasped. His cock slid out of her.
She whimpered.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “The sky is glittering with stars. No one can see us.” He thrust into her body again, and the incredible tension mounted as he fucked her against the window.
He whispered in her ear, “Except…there’s a man in the building across the street…with a telescope. He’s stroking his cock, because he’s watching us, Tess. He’s watching me fuck you.”
Her eyes flew open. Where had that thought come from?
It’s a fantasy. Just go with it.
Her eyes drifted shut.
“He’s watching us because I want him to ,” Zach said against her mouth as his thick cock thrust in and out. “He can only see your beautiful back, your hair strewn over your shoulders…but he knows I’m fucking you, and it’s driving him crazy. He wants you, babe, but he can’t have you. Because you’re mine.”
He thrust hard. Her spine pushed against the window, her inner muscles gripping his cock as she climaxed. The pulsating vibrations felt like they would never end. She cried out, and he shuddered against her shoulder, his breathing ragged.
Slowly, he pulled out. Tess opened her eyes to the dark summer night.
“Well.” She sat Mr. G. on the nightstand. “I needed that.”
Licking her dry lips, she gazed around the shadowy bedroom. Her orgasm had rocked her world, but a strange sadness filled her that she’d needed to resort to a sex toy and a voyeuristic fantasy to get herself off when a few heated touches from Zach Halliday could accomplish the deed just as quickly…and feel ten times more amazing.
Grunting, she tossed the sheets off her body. She’d paid good money for Mr. G.—she’d use the toy three times a night if she had to. Anything to get this insane attraction to Zach Halliday out of her mind.
She snatched the vibrator off the nightstand and stomped into the bathroom to clean it.
Chapter Seven
“So there’s no Jake and there’s no Jack,” Chloe said from behind the hissing espresso machine bordering the Whole Latte Lovin’ counter.
“Right.” Seated atop a tall, wrought iron stool, Tess readjusted the thick braid she’d fashioned at the office. “There’s only Zach.” And Mr. G. After a second night of indulging in erotic sessions with her inanimate lover, she’d settled into a symbiotic relationship with the sex toy. She got her rocks off while “he” enjoyed the satisfaction of knowing she couldn’t sue his manufacturer for defective workmanship.
Chloe passed a cappuccino to a customer then returned to the snacking area. “Zach Halliday, no less, of the mucho-moneyed Hallidays and the studly reputation. Mr. Hunk of Burnin’ Love is full of surprises.” Another customer advanced to the order station. Checking her watch, Chloe gestured at Frank to take over. Her gaze moved back to Tess. “And you left work at two o’clock in the afternoon to see him? Impressive. This bet has given you a major kick in the pants, Tee. You never take time off.”
“You make it sound like, before this bet, all I did was work, Chloe. How about my ‘entourage of dates’, as you call them?”
“They don’t count. You haven’t done the wild thing with any of them. Not that you’ve told me, anyway.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t.” Tess hadn’t even fantasized about getting it on with a member of the entourage. The whole
In another instant, they’d torn off their clothes. His cock was massive. Her pussy clenched as he lifted her onto the desk and pushed apart her legs.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he announced. “Bareback. No condom.”
She tried to speak, but could only nod.
Grabbing her hips, he pumped into her, stretching her inner walls until they burned on the edge of an intense pleasure-pain. She hooked her legs behind his waist, and he carried her to the window with their bodies joined. He opened the blinds and set her on the low ledge.
Her spine met cool glass, and she gasped. His cock slid out of her.
She whimpered.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “The sky is glittering with stars. No one can see us.” He thrust into her body again, and the incredible tension mounted as he fucked her against the window.
He whispered in her ear, “Except…there’s a man in the building across the street…with a telescope. He’s stroking his cock, because he’s watching us, Tess. He’s watching me fuck you.”
Her eyes flew open. Where had that thought come from?
It’s a fantasy. Just go with it.
Her eyes drifted shut.
“He’s watching us because I want him to ,” Zach said against her mouth as his thick cock thrust in and out. “He can only see your beautiful back, your hair strewn over your shoulders…but he knows I’m fucking you, and it’s driving him crazy. He wants you, babe, but he can’t have you. Because you’re mine.”
He thrust hard. Her spine pushed against the window, her inner muscles gripping his cock as she climaxed. The pulsating vibrations felt like they would never end. She cried out, and he shuddered against her shoulder, his breathing ragged.
Slowly, he pulled out. Tess opened her eyes to the dark summer night.
“Well.” She sat Mr. G. on the nightstand. “I needed that.”
Licking her dry lips, she gazed around the shadowy bedroom. Her orgasm had rocked her world, but a strange sadness filled her that she’d needed to resort to a sex toy and a voyeuristic fantasy to get herself off when a few heated touches from Zach Halliday could accomplish the deed just as quickly…and feel ten times more amazing.
Grunting, she tossed the sheets off her body. She’d paid good money for Mr. G.—she’d use the toy three times a night if she had to. Anything to get this insane attraction to Zach Halliday out of her mind.
She snatched the vibrator off the nightstand and stomped into the bathroom to clean it.
Chapter Seven
“So there’s no Jake and there’s no Jack,” Chloe said from behind the hissing espresso machine bordering the Whole Latte Lovin’ counter.
“Right.” Seated atop a tall, wrought iron stool, Tess readjusted the thick braid she’d fashioned at the office. “There’s only Zach.” And Mr. G. After a second night of indulging in erotic sessions with her inanimate lover, she’d settled into a symbiotic relationship with the sex toy. She got her rocks off while “he” enjoyed the satisfaction of knowing she couldn’t sue his manufacturer for defective workmanship.
Chloe passed a cappuccino to a customer then returned to the snacking area. “Zach Halliday, no less, of the mucho-moneyed Hallidays and the studly reputation. Mr. Hunk of Burnin’ Love is full of surprises.” Another customer advanced to the order station. Checking her watch, Chloe gestured at Frank to take over. Her gaze moved back to Tess. “And you left work at two o’clock in the afternoon to see him? Impressive. This bet has given you a major kick in the pants, Tee. You never take time off.”
“You make it sound like, before this bet, all I did was work, Chloe. How about my ‘entourage of dates’, as you call them?”
“They don’t count. You haven’t done the wild thing with any of them. Not that you’ve told me, anyway.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t.” Tess hadn’t even fantasized about getting it on with a member of the entourage. The whole
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