Page 32 of Double Obsession

“What? Really?” She looked up at him through fluttering lashes.

He rested his nose in her hair and sniffed. “Fuck yeah.” Her breath hitched with what he was pretty sure was desire. So much for behaving like a gentleman. “Look,” he whispered.

Her gaze followed his, landing on his lap, and her “Oh,” came out with a soft gasp.

He clasped her fingers and guided her hand to his bulge. “Do you see what you do to me?”

Her “Yes” was sandwiched between breathy sounds.

“Beautiful?”

“Hunter?” She palmed his jeaned cock.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

She whimpered.

He nuzzled her cheek. “Let me check.” His hand slid under her dress and her thighs parted, giving him access. Then, to his delight, the finger he ran under silk discovered her pussy drenched.

As he took cues from the way her hips rocked, she pressed her head against his shoulder and her breathing quickened. With a shiver, her walls tightened.

A moment later she grasped his hand. “Hunter. Stop!”

The alarm in her voice halted his explorations. He followed her gaze to find his admirer watching. Hunter made eye contact with the waiter while he licked at Jenna’s lips.

Her lids slid closed. The tension from seconds ago left her muscles as she molded to him. While tracing gentle patterns on her inviting cunt, he tasted every inch of that sweet mouth.

Calvin clutched his heart before his hand traveled down his torso to grasp his crotch. Hunter would’ve entertained the voyeuristic dude a bit longer, but he wanted this woman all to himself. He focused fully on her—adoring the way her breath quickened and her pussy pulsed.

Jenna’s thighs quivered. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

He drew a circle before pinching her clit. She gasped. His thumb pushed down hard.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, calling more attention to them.

Let the world gawk.

Her entire body quaked. Then panting, she relaxed against him.

He nuzzled her ear. “Spend the weekend with me, please.”

“Yes,” she said. “Let’s go to my room.”

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Jenna tugged him past the bar’s exit, through the lobby, and into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, he wrapped her in his arms and suckled her neck. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she nibbled on his ear.

A bell dinged, and she pulled away. The door opened, and two chatting women pushed into the elevator and stood in front of them.

He was too turned on to keep his hands to himself. He reached for Jenna. She shook her head and stepped back. Ignoring her hesitancy, he grabbed her and tugged her to him. She lost her balance and toppled against his torso.

The women turned and glared. His eye contact with them was brief because a second later, his face pressed against Jenna’s and his tongue was in her mouth. The gasps from his audience only added to the throbbing ache that was his cock. When Jenna’s leg wrapped around his hip, he lost all control. His hand slid under her dress and cradled her ass. He’d fuck her in that elevator in front of two strangers and enjoy every damn second of it.

He ignored the dinging elevator bell to press his hard-on into her. But Jenna pushed him away, pulled her dress down, retrieved her laptop bag and purse from where they had fallen, and stepped past the women, fleeing into the hall.

For a moment, his entire world turned gray. Why’d he been such a lecherous ass? Then she smiled and curled her finger, and bright colors shot every which way. He pushed into the hallway as the elevator door began the trek across its tracks.

“Holy cow. That guy was freaking gorgeous,” said one woman.