plucked and rolled her tight peaks until they ached. A burning need brewed in her blood. Her tongue traced up along his jaw to catch his earlobe in a sharp nip. The low-slung jeans couldn’t hide his cock thickening and her clit pulsed. God, she wanted him.
There was no objection as her hand slid down his chest, past his stomach and into his jeans. Curving her fingers around him, she stroked as much as the denim would allow, which wasn’t much. Her thumb rubbed across the head of his cock, and he sucked in a harsh breath, his hips thrusting forward. She wondered if he was imagining her mouth skimming the tip. Just in case, she swirled her tongue across his and rolled her thumb in the same slow circle. A masculine growl erupted. His hand clamped on her fingers before she could lower his zipper.
“He can see everything.”
Shit, she’d forgotten all about Jason and that damned picture window. The rush of seeing Bram again, having Bram again, pushed all moral boundaries aside. Fuck it, she didn’t belong to Jason. If she wanted to screw Bram’s brains out in the middle of the Laundromat, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. A wanton little surge shot through her pussy at the thought of Bram fucking her, driving deep and hard, while Jason watched. Maybe he’d pick up a few lessons, like the clitoris isn’t a button on a remote control you jam with your fingers to turn your girlfriend on.
“I don’t want to think about him. I want to think about you.” She tried to slide her hand back down his pants. Bram caught her hand and glanced over her head, out the window and, no doubt, right at Jason’s gray Camry. His frame turned to stone.
Lust had a firm grip on her and emboldened her. She’d screw Bram in front of her mother’s bridge club right now she was so hot. She kissed his neck. “Forget about him.”
He didn’t lower his chin, bring his mouth back to hers. Instead, he glared with a fiery intensity through the glass. “No.”
A chill encased her as he jerked away. Her eyes hungrily gobbled up the broad line of his shoulders as he stalked to the edge of the huge glass window. His fists clenched tight at his side. His burning glare penetrated through the cold, black night, and he grabbed the cord along the wall.
“Bram, don’t. That blind is older than you. Slats keep breaking and it gets stuck once you drop it. It’ll take me a half roll of tape and an hour to get it back up straight. That’s why I never lower it.”
“I’ll fix it in the morning. This’ll be worth it.” A wicked smirk inched his lip higher on the left. Bram’s nostrils flared. Deliberately, slowly, he raised his arm as if to wave to her ex but turned his hand and flipped up his middle finger.
The huge, dingy Venetian blind crashed down, abruptly cutting off the night and cocooning them in a private, hazy, sexual center. A laugh burst from her lips. “You’re just irritating him.”
Bram crossed the two steps to her and pulled her close. A surge of arrogance radiated from him, a wave of deep, primal dominion rippling from his tense frame. The possession crackling in his eyes warmed something deep inside her, some soft, tender place that pulsed with a newfound beat. “This has nothing to do with him. It’s me and you and whatever the hell has been brewing between us since July. I don’t share what’s mine.”
A sudden quickie in the Wash-n-Dry took deeper meaning. It was still lust-tinged, frantically needy, and hotter than three types of pepper, but it was a fresh start as well. Bram was right. This wasn’t about showing Jason she didn’t belong to him. It was showing Bram she wanted to belong to him and him alone. She’d examine the whys and how-longs later.
Trailing her finger along his jaw, she smiled naughtily. She turned around and tipped her hips up in erotic suggestion. Like a cat in heat, she rubbed along his hardening cock, arching her back, lifting her ass, needing him. “Share with me, Bram.
There was no objection as her hand slid down his chest, past his stomach and into his jeans. Curving her fingers around him, she stroked as much as the denim would allow, which wasn’t much. Her thumb rubbed across the head of his cock, and he sucked in a harsh breath, his hips thrusting forward. She wondered if he was imagining her mouth skimming the tip. Just in case, she swirled her tongue across his and rolled her thumb in the same slow circle. A masculine growl erupted. His hand clamped on her fingers before she could lower his zipper.
“He can see everything.”
Shit, she’d forgotten all about Jason and that damned picture window. The rush of seeing Bram again, having Bram again, pushed all moral boundaries aside. Fuck it, she didn’t belong to Jason. If she wanted to screw Bram’s brains out in the middle of the Laundromat, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. A wanton little surge shot through her pussy at the thought of Bram fucking her, driving deep and hard, while Jason watched. Maybe he’d pick up a few lessons, like the clitoris isn’t a button on a remote control you jam with your fingers to turn your girlfriend on.
“I don’t want to think about him. I want to think about you.” She tried to slide her hand back down his pants. Bram caught her hand and glanced over her head, out the window and, no doubt, right at Jason’s gray Camry. His frame turned to stone.
Lust had a firm grip on her and emboldened her. She’d screw Bram in front of her mother’s bridge club right now she was so hot. She kissed his neck. “Forget about him.”
He didn’t lower his chin, bring his mouth back to hers. Instead, he glared with a fiery intensity through the glass. “No.”
A chill encased her as he jerked away. Her eyes hungrily gobbled up the broad line of his shoulders as he stalked to the edge of the huge glass window. His fists clenched tight at his side. His burning glare penetrated through the cold, black night, and he grabbed the cord along the wall.
“Bram, don’t. That blind is older than you. Slats keep breaking and it gets stuck once you drop it. It’ll take me a half roll of tape and an hour to get it back up straight. That’s why I never lower it.”
“I’ll fix it in the morning. This’ll be worth it.” A wicked smirk inched his lip higher on the left. Bram’s nostrils flared. Deliberately, slowly, he raised his arm as if to wave to her ex but turned his hand and flipped up his middle finger.
The huge, dingy Venetian blind crashed down, abruptly cutting off the night and cocooning them in a private, hazy, sexual center. A laugh burst from her lips. “You’re just irritating him.”
Bram crossed the two steps to her and pulled her close. A surge of arrogance radiated from him, a wave of deep, primal dominion rippling from his tense frame. The possession crackling in his eyes warmed something deep inside her, some soft, tender place that pulsed with a newfound beat. “This has nothing to do with him. It’s me and you and whatever the hell has been brewing between us since July. I don’t share what’s mine.”
A sudden quickie in the Wash-n-Dry took deeper meaning. It was still lust-tinged, frantically needy, and hotter than three types of pepper, but it was a fresh start as well. Bram was right. This wasn’t about showing Jason she didn’t belong to him. It was showing Bram she wanted to belong to him and him alone. She’d examine the whys and how-longs later.
Trailing her finger along his jaw, she smiled naughtily. She turned around and tipped her hips up in erotic suggestion. Like a cat in heat, she rubbed along his hardening cock, arching her back, lifting her ass, needing him. “Share with me, Bram.
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