Educating Jane Porter by Dominique Adair Page A

seem to mind as she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. His hand fisted in her shirt and with a quick tear, the front gave way as if it were tissue paper.
    Memories of Jean Jacques doing the exact same thing to her in the shower sent a quiver of heat to Lily’s cunt. Her thighs tightened. She would not love him. She would not—
    Rachel’s long moan yanked Lily’s attention back to the couple. Her massive breasts were exposed—the deep brown nipples were ripe, ready to be plucked.
    Fake.
    “Oh my big, big man.” Rachel’s voice went high and shrill. “Punish me, teach me a lesson.”
    Lily was torn between arousal and amusement. Big Man? Teach me a lesson? It sounded like the president had watched a few too many bad porno movies.
    Big Man was thrusting with slow, controlled movements. The sight of his erect cock pushing in and out of Rachel’s untamed pussy was certainly arousing.
    A tingle of awareness ignited in Lily’s cunt. Glancing around, she darted into the phone nook directly across from the closet. Using her clipboard to shield her, she plunged her hand under her skirt and into her wet pussy.
    Now Rachel leaned back, her upper body rested on her elbows. Her moans were growing in volume, and the sounds were throaty. Lily began to stroke her clit and liquid arousal gushed over her fingers. Part of her was afraid they’d all be caught while another part, her wild side, was thrilled by this unexpected development.
    The slap of flesh against flesh was unmistakable. Her fingers increased their pace while her gaze remained glued on the man’s ass. Tension spiraled higher and she longed for something to thrust into her pussy.
    Big man’s movements were less smooth and more forceful. Thrust, flex, thrust, flex. She frowned. There was something very familiar about that butt. Thrust, flex, thrust.
    He shoved his hand into his pocket and withdrew a cell phone. Laying it on the counter, it took a few seconds to realize what was going on. Her hand, still deep in her pussy, froze.
    His hand came up and shoved the cupboard door closed. Lily’s breath sucked in harshly when she saw his face.
    Jean Jacques.
    His gaze caught hers, and she felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her body. The man who’d made love to her last night was now fucking another woman.
    Rachel’s cries were louder and the sounds of their lovemaking were amplified by the phone in the cubby. Aghast, Lily stared at the offending instrument.
    The bastard had called her to this place. He’d wanted her to see him fucking another woman.
    Her gaze flew back to his face, and she ripped her hand from her panties. She recognized that look. He was going to come.
    Rachel’s screams peaked and the sound bounced off the walls. Jean Jacques’s gaze remained locked with Lily’s. Arousal, fury and naked pain warred within her heart. If she’d thought he’d hurt her before, now he’d torn her completely apart.
    Picking up the phone, she slammed it down on the hook. She’d be damned before she’d watch any him come inside another woman.
    Stepping out into the hallway, she tilted her chin upward. Spinning on one heel, she stalked off down the hall, rage and betrayal threatened to choke her.
    That bastard! Thought he could make a fool of her did he? Well she’ll just see about that.

    Seconds later, Jean Jacques withdrew his cock from Rachel’s hungry pussy. Even though Lily wasn’t around to see him, he gave his dick a few hard jerks. With a groan, he spilled himself into the condom not wanting to share even that small part with a woman he didn’t love.

    Santos fed Jane a bite of sharp cheddar cheese. Her eyes closed as she savored the rich flavor that spread across her tongue. His cock stirred. Just watching her eat a simple piece of cheese made him want her all over again.
    He’d lost count of how many times he and Antonio had taken her. The afternoon was a long, sensual blur of sex and release. Never had he met a woman with such a