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Emma sat poised beneath the pelting water, legs spread, with her toes gripping the edge of the marble bench. Head back and eyes closed, she quickly plunged her fingers in and out of her wet, pink pussy. Her lush breasts and rosy hard nipples heaved with each whimper and panted breath spilling from her plump parted lips.
Saliva pooled in my mouth.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
My cock instantly turned to stone and lurched toward the wet and writhing ball-churning beauty so forcefully it damn near burst from my zipper.
Son of a bitch.
Tempted to strip off my clothes, climb in the shower, and drop to my knees before latching my mouth over her juicy cunt to send her over the edge, slammed me like a wrecking ball. In the back of my mind, I knew I had a mission to complete, but I was so mesmerized by the sight before me, I couldn’t peel my gaze off her.
Focus, fucker. You don’t have time for this.
The voice in my head was right.
Stare still locked on Emma, I blindly reached inside her purse and groped for her wallet. When I wrapped my fingers around something thick, I quickly glanced down and found a plump envelope in my hand. Lifting the flap open, I pulled out the contents and blinked. It was a fat stack of cashier’s checks. Thumbing through them, I arched a brow and gaped.
No wonder she wouldn’t let go of her damn purse.
Mind spinning, I stuffed the envelope where I’d found it and plucked out her wallet. Glancing over at Emma—still climbing the mountain of bliss—I quickly examined her license and credit cards. The sight of Aubrey’s name on each of them made my heart sputter and my blood boil. Yet, it also piqued my curiosity. People didn’t go to the trouble and expense of changing their identities unless they were hiding from someone or something. I needed to dig a whole lot deeper.
Suddenly, Emma’s whimpers melded into soft, keening cries. Throwing her wallet back in her purse, I turned to see her manically scraping her fingers over her clit. The sight of the intense pleasure playing across her beautiful face quelled my anger and curiosity.
Still, I’d completed my mission. It was time to retreat to the safety of my office.
“Please…please… Oh, please,” she breathlessly begged like a quintessential sub.
My jaw nearly hit the floor. I had no clue what fantasy was unfurling inside her mind, but I’d have given my left nut for a glimpse.
Gathering all the willpower I possessed, I started to turn and leave. But when Emma whimpered, arched her hips in the air, and tensed, my resolve melted.
“Yes…yes. Oh, God…yes,” she mewled, muscles straining.
Gaze locked on the desperation lining her face, I knew my mission was in danger. But I didn’t care. The hunger to watch and hear her come was insatiable.
As she sucked in a sharp gasp and bit her bottom lip, I stepped closer to the shower like a fool.
Her legs trembled, and a guttural groan rolled from the back of her throat as she bore down on her busy fingers and completely unraveled. Waves of her sexual energy slammed through me and sent a shiver up my spine. Stare locked on her succulent slit, clutching and milking her digits, my cock screamed and wept with envy.
But when she arched higher still and groanedmyname, the air in my lungs seized. My heart slammed against my ribs. And my cock lurched, painfully scraping my zipper.
Quivering and quaking, Emma’s fingers stilled. I knew I needed to get the fuck out, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place, pinging with disbelief, and aching to drag a dozen more mind-blowing orgasms from her sinful body.
No time! Get the fuck out, bellowed the voice in my head.
Cock screaming in disappointment, I bit back a curse and darted from the bathroom before quietly closing the door behind me. Then I sprinted to my office, plopped down in my chair, and heaved out a heavy sigh before branding the sight of Emma shattering to memory…and to the top spot in my spank bank.
“Shit. I forgot to the clothes.”
Launching from my chair, I raced back across the hall. The instant I stepped into my bedroom, the water stopped running. Trying to wrap my head around the fact Emma had been thinking of me when she climaxed, I snagged a T-shirt from my dresser. Then I frantically searched for gym shorts. I knew I had a pair, with a drawstring, but couldn’t remember which drawer they were in. When I finally found them, I started toward the bed as the bathroom door opened.
Wearing nothing but a towel, Emma hobbled through the portal, then jolted to a stop as I raked a hungry stare over her near-naked body. As I locked eyes with hers, she clutched the terry cloth tucked between her milky breasts.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” I said in a thick, gravelly voice. “I forgot to lay out your clothes earlier.”
“Oh. T-that’s no problem,” she softly stammered, extending her hand toward the clothes in my fist. “I’ll just slip back inside the bathroom and—”
“Before you get dressed, hop onto the bed and let me tend to your wounds.”
