Show Off by Emma Jay

while remaining ramrod straight.
    The train stopped at its first destination. Despite the full car, more people pushed on, pressing her closer to the man. Their chests collided, sending a jolt of pure electricity through her. She bit her lower lip to stifle a groan.
    What was wrong with her? She'd been married and divorced, dated good men, had great sex, but she couldn't remember ever having such a visceral response to a man. Ever. Her panties were already damp, as if she'd experienced hours of foreplay.
    The train began moving again, and the vibrations created a friction between them. His hard-muscled chest rubbed lightly against her breasts, causing them to grow heavy.
    Snap out of it, you do not get turned on by strangers on public transportation. Her body had other plans and paid no attention.
    Her senses heightened, making her hyper-aware of him. It felt like the air thickened between them. So this is white hot chemistry? Too bad it was all one-sided. Serena was positive if she glimpsed at the man's face, she'd find amusement, or worse, sympathy.
    He shifted, his arm sliding along the side rail so his hand hovered at her waist, pressing them closer together. The gesture seemed deliberate. Her gaze flew up and locked on his.
    His expression held unmistakable heat. Transfixed, she wanted to break the contact, but his intense stare forced hers in place. The rattle and noise from the subway dimmed. Her mouth parted on an intake of breath. Her tongue darted out to moisten dry lips and his slate gray eyes followed the movement.
    His hand moved again, brushing her hip with his thumb. The contact sent a jolt straight to her clit. Well didn't this just take the cake? One touch and she was ready to jump him.
    He cocked a brow at her.
    She smiled pleasantly, hoping to appear unaffected. In an effort to gain some distance, she reached for the pole overhead so she could lean away from him. He followed the movement, his eyes drifting to her breasts. Clearly outlined, her nipples abraded the fabric of her dress, driving her crazy.
    The man released a slow long breath and hissed, “Jesus."
    She let out a small gasp. His hand slid onto the small of her lower back, his palm burned through her clothes and heated her skin. His fingers splayed, moving over the curve of her ass, applying pressure so they rocked together. A low moan escaped her lips as his huge, hard cock pushed against her pelvis.
    She blinked in surprise and a small, “Oh,” escaped her lips. Rationally, she should be appalled at a stranger groping her on the train. Logically, she should pull away, but some demon possessed her and she pressed back.
    He bent his head low next to her ear. “Damn, I'm glad I took the El this morning."
    The sound of his deep velvet voice traveled down her spine, making her shiver. She squeaked out, “This is crazy."
    "Instant lust.” His mouth brushed her neck as he spoke, and he ran his hand along her back. She bit her lip to keep silent. She'd never wanted to fuck a man more. He'd barely touched her and she trembled, struggling to maintain composure.
    "This is Clark and Lake,” the conductor said through the intercom system, startling Serena out of her lust-filled haze. The train jerked to a standstill, and the press of people eased as passengers began to exit.
    "This is my stop.” She pulled away. Thankful for the distance, she welcomed the arrival of sanity. She turned and scurried through the open doors.
    "Wait,” he called after her.
    Serena ignored him, moving as fast as her high heels would carry her, disappearing among the crowd.
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