Page 112 of The Code of You

I gasped. My heartbeat quickened. It felt so real . . . as if he were standing right beside me with his hands on me. This was madness. He was using my body the way he wanted, and still I wanted more. The knowledge that he could deceive me like this filled me with both fear and arousal at once.

A woman pushed her shopping cart past me. I tried to look normal while his fingers explored my skin. If she only knew what was happening here . . . I should have run. Instead, I stood silent and let it happen.

"Put both hands firmly on the handle.”

"Neo, there are people here . . .”

"They only see a woman shopping. Do it.”

I gripped the handle. Immediately I felt his hands on my breasts. His fingers pinching my nipple. His tongue circling it. My God. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"Go to the frozen section,” he commanded. "Slowly.”

His hands moved lower. Across my stomach. His fingers slid between my legs. I gasped as he found my clit, circling it slowly. My knees went soft. Another woman pushed past with her shopping cart, completely unaware. The cold from the freezers made my already sensitive skin prickle.

"Reach into the freezer shelf. The metal there . . .”

I stretched out my hand and touched the metal edge. The intensity doubled. His invisible fingers moved between my legs, circling in exactly the rhythm I knew from him. Then they pushed inside me. Two fingers. My God, how did I know it was two? How could I feel his fingers stretching my pussy when he wasn’t even there? I moaned and had to grip the shelf to stay upright.

"I can see you through the cameras,” he murmured. "How you tremble. How your legs tighten.”

"Neo, please . . .” My voice was nothing but a gasp.

"Stay completely still,” he commanded. "Or everyone will notice.”

I bit my lip until it hurt, hoping the pain would distract me. Blood pulsed between my legs. My panties were soaking wet.

"Pandora . . .” His voice was rough. "Lean over the shelf. I’m going to fuck you now.”

I gasped, leaned forward and pretended to be looking for something. It was humiliating. And somehow impossible to resist. My body obeyed him like a trained animal—and that was exactly what made it unbearably hot.

Then I felt it . . . the electromagnetic pulses shaping him behind me. His hands gripping my hips, so real that I felt the warmth of his fingers through the fabric. His hard cock pressing against my ass. I could feel how thick he was.

"Do you feel me?” His voice vibrated.

I couldn’t answer. He pushed my skirt up. I felt the fabric slide across my thighs even though no one was touching me. The cold supermarket air hit my bare skin. My underwear was pushed aside, the sensation so precise my mind surrendered.

Then he pushed his cock inside me.

I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. The electromagnetic pulses simulated every inch of his cock. His thickness, the way he stretched me, the pulsing. My body responded as if he were truly inside me. My pussy clenched around his cock, trying to adjust.

"So tight,” he murmured. "In the middle of a supermarket. Everyone can see you.”

He began to move. Slowly at first, pulling back almost completely only to drive deep again. The simulation was perfect. I felt so goddamn full. When he hit against my G-spot, I moaned involuntarily.

A customer walked past. I pressed my lips together while Neo thrust harder. It was driving me mad—outside, the normal world; inside, I was being fucked hard.

"Do you feel that?” He was hammering into me now. "How I fuck you here? In front of everyone?”

My knees went soft. I had to grip the freezer while he quickened his rhythm. My thighs were wet. "Neo, I . . . oh God . . .”

"Shh,” he warned. "Be still. Unless you want everyone to see you come for me?”

An older man six feet away was choosing frozen vegetables. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. The thrusts became harder. My muscles tightened.

"Now,” he commanded. "Come for me. Here. In front of everyone.”

The wave broke over me. My entire body shook. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, my knees nearly giving way. Only my hands on the metal held me upright.