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Even though I felt him at my entrance, I let out a surprised yelp when I experienced him burying every inch of that perfectly thick cock inside of me.
I cried out, unable to stop myself, and slammed my hand down onto the window to keep from becoming one with it when he started to thrust.
“God. Fucking. Dammit,” he growled as he pumped in tune with his words. “What the fuck is wrong with me when it comes to you?”
I didn’t know
I didn’t think anything was wrong, to be honest.
Everything felt insanely right.
“I want to fuck this asshole,” he commented as he brushed a thumb over my puckered exit. “I want to fill it up so full that it’s leaking my seed. I want to watch your face in this window, or maybe a mirror, as you try to take me. I want to watch it burn. Then I want to watch you try not to enjoy it, because it’ll feel so wrong. But you won’t be able to help yourself.”
No, with him, I didn’t think I would be able to help myself.
He sank just the tip of his thumb inside of me as he said, “But not right now, because I have to be at work. Had to be at work forty-five minutes ago. Yet you distracted me. And goddamn, these leggings.”
He hit a delicious spot inside of me then, causing things to start happening in rapid fire.
He felt it when he hit that spot, too, and continued to nail it over and over with each thrust.
I turned my head slightly on the glass, opened my eyes, and came.
I came hard, all the while I watched the man on the porch next door watch me getting fucked.
It was the single hottest and most embarrassing thing I’d ever done in my life.
And five minutes later, when I was kissing the hell out of him goodbye, the neighbor continued to watch.
“Your neighbor is watching,” I said against Price’s lips.
Price looked over his shoulder before he shrugged. “He just watched us fucking, although not well. My windows have a privacy layer on them allowing me to see out, but them not to see in all that clearly. He probably could guess what we were doing, but there is no way in hell he could make anything out. Just ignore him. He’s a little bitch.”
I threw my head back and laughed, and he kissed my throat.
“Go back inside and get some work done,” he said. “Text me when you get to the shop and I’ll meet you outside.”
I kissed him and watched him go.
But all the while, his creepy neighbor watched me with an intensity that I didn’t like.
• • •
I don’t know what I expected, but a beautiful shop with wood and stone embellishments were not it.
Potted plants on opposite sides of the wide wood front door weren’t it.
A woman, very pretty, and very unhelpful, wasn’t it.
Getting out of Price’s truck and walking inside had, at first, been all that I could focus on.
Putting one foot in front of the other.
He’d said it was just a shop.
But this place, with its beautiful trim, excellent cuts of rock, and welcoming potted palm trees, had stolen my attention. So when I arrived inside, I was a bit shocked to see someone right there blocking my way.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked, sounding miffed.
I came to a complete halt, otherwise I would’ve run into her.
“Um.” I hesitated. “I’m here to see Price.”
I’m here to pick up my fake husband.
She narrowed her eyes, then allowed her gaze to travel up the length of my body, hesitating on the small amount of pudge that I couldn’t hide with my ultra-high skinny jeans from American Eagle. Which, might I add, had become one of my dreams come true. I’d never in my life been more comfortable in a pair of jeans until a year ago when I’d discovered the jeans via my hairdresser who had nothing but great things to say about them.
In turn, I studied the woman barring me from walking any farther into the building.
“This isn’t really the type of business you can walk in and expect to talk to the boss,” she said. “Honestly, this isn’t a business where you come in and talk at all. Everything is handled via phone call now. There’s really no reason for a customer to be here. So, I’d appreciate it if you called instead of coming in.”
I tilted my head slightly to the left to see if this woman was serious.
After staring into her brown eyes, that looked very serious, I realized that she wasn’t joking.
I allowed my gaze to skim down the length of her body, too.
She was wearing high heels that looked way too high to be comfortable, a pencil skirt that was on the shorter side of being professional, and a pale-blue top that was way too revealing.
