Educating Jane Porter by Dominique Adair

tonight’s events.” He continued wiping down the bar. “The kitchen is prepping the glasses.”
    “Most excellent.”
    Lily checked several items off the list. The best part of having a well-trained staff was their ability to get set-up quickly. So far, other than running down a few items that had gone missing, this weekend was progressing well. There were only twenty more hours to go until R.S.V.P. could mark off another successful event completed.
    Until then, there was work to do.
    A pile of fresh table linens were stacked on a wheeled cart. Tonight’s dinner was a sit down affair and the tables had to be set-up. When it was done she knew it would be exquisite with the dark burgundy tablecloths and pristine white china.
    Now if the flowers would’ve arrived on time—
    “Ms. Tyler?” Brenda, one of the waitresses, approached. “There is a call for you on the phone across from the utility closet. It sounded quite urgent.”
    “Thank you, Brenda. Can you and your team get started on setting up the cocktail area on the terrace?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Lily headed into the hallway. The last time she’d been here was when she and Jean Jacques had fucked like rabbits in that closet. Her lips twisted. After their violent sex in the shower, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to see him again.
    Imagine him demanding she submit to him. And then to tell her that he’d fuck anyone he saw fit until she did so, that really was the limit—
    An earthy moan caught her attention, and she skidded to a halt. Standing just outside the door, the familiar sounds of sucking reached her ears.
    Someone was having sex.
    A trill of excitement rushed through her. As much as she loved getting laid, another favored pastime was watching others have sex. She’d barely hit puberty by the time she’d discovered this proclivity. When her parents would go out for the evening, her sister’s best friend and boyfriend would come over and have sex in the den. Lily had lost count of the number of times she’d watched them screw each other’s brains out.
    Just the memory the boyfriend’s dick pumping in and out of Leann Wilson’s tight pink pussy was enough to get Lily going. It had been a long while since she’d indulged her voyeuristic side.
    Holding her breath, she tiptoed closer to peer inside the closet.
    A woman was on her knees before a tall man dressed in a white dress shirt. His pants were down around his ankles, and his face was hidden by an open cupboard door. His hands were fisted on the edge of the counter where Jean Jacques had fucked her not long ago. Her pussy clenched.
    The woman was going down on him like he was Christmas candy. Her long black curls bounced with each forward thrust. Her scarlet lips strained around his cock, and she made greedy slurping noises.
    Raising her hand, the woman wrapped it around the base of his cock. Lily caught sight of a distinctive square-cut emerald ring. A devilish thrill ran through her. It would seem that Rachel Van de Kemp used her mouth for something other than motivational speeches.
    Lily had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She could only wonder what the Denver Junior League would say about their president if they could see her on her knees with a giant cock in her mouth.
    The man released his grip on the counter and reached for the woman’s head. She released him, and he pulled her to her feet. Her giggle was high and girlish.
    “You’re such a big man,” she crooned.
    He didn’t say anything. Taking her by the arms, they turned until she was backed against the counter. Lifting her by the waist, he deposited her on the counter then shoved up her skirt. Lily caught a flash of pale brown curls at the juncture of her thighs.
    It would appear Ms. Van de Kemp wasn’t a natural brunette after all.
    Big Man withdrew a condom from his pocket, taking only seconds to cover his cock. Moving between her thighs, he entered her with little ceremony. Rachel didn’t