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I bite my lip as look around all the windows across the street in the building where someone is watching me right now. His eyes are on my body I can feel them.
My skin is hot with his touching gaze, and soon my hand wanders to my underwear. Beneath the lace, my fingers find my clit, and I begin to rub myself, thinking of the same haunting blue eyes I always do.
My head falls back against the pillows, my legs fall open, and my hips begin to move. I’m falling into the scene with no prompts. I was worried I couldn’t do this. That I would chicken out or wouldn’t be turned on, but I am. I’m a million degrees, and my hand is working me into knots that make my toes curl. It’s delicious torture.
Remembering the grapes, I pause to look for the bowl.
I find them, and they’re cold. The contrast to my heat is shocking, and I place one to my hot stomach. A gasp escapes me, but it feels good.
I rub it up to my nipple. Then gasp louder.
It’s more intense than I expected, but then, I take a second grape and hold it to my opposite nipple and have to bite down at the intensity of shock to my sensitive peak.
My hips grind in need. I pinch my cold nipple as my empty center wishes for more.
His eyes feel like a safe blanket as I shimmy out of my bra completely and pull off my panties.
Warm and needy, I play with the freezing grape across my skin, painting circles lower, and leave a grape to sit in my bellybutton. Then I move another across my right hip while I glance out the window. I bring the icy fruit to my nipple and circle my sensitive peak. I’m panting, and soon, I have to switch to my other nipple because it’s so cold. My senses are in overdrive as the cold numbs my fire hot skin.
I pay as much attention my left peak, circling around while lust stirs my center. I’m so worked up and needy I wish for Harris. My heart clenching at the loss of him as my brain scolds me for indulging in fantasies I can’t have.
Too needy, my fingers move down to my center. With two, I pump inside myself.
Someone can see me losing myself for a man I can only have in my dreams, and yet, it’s the hottest fucking experiences of my life.
I call out his name shamelessly, indulging in what I truly want.
With one hand, I play with my breast, squeezing it the way I imagine he would. He would lose control, taking me like a man starved for my affections.
My pumps slow just long enough for me to grab a grape. I place the cold fruit on my clit and scream, my hips moving in pleasure. The contrast is crazy, and my body is so turned up I’m fucking my fingers and rubbing the grape on myself with abandon.
I yell unintelligible things. My clit so worked, I’m already strung up tight and ready to break. Moaning his name, my hips thrust, sending my two digits deeper.
Those warm blue eyes filter in behind my eyelids, and within minutes, the cold grape against my bud, I’m screaming and clenching around my fingers.
I come with an earthshattering cry, shaking and finally collapsing into a ball on the mattress. Moments pass, and while catching my breath, I realize that was the best orgasm of my life, and I did it myself.
A small laugh escapes me.
Dark blues eyes fill my head again, and I let myself to think about Harris. It’s easier if I don’t, especially in post-orgasmic bliss, but I’m not so great at blocking him out.
This bed is cool and comfortable, and I’m glad I decided to go through with this tonight. I don’t feel the anxiety I expected, and after an orgasm like that, I can’t wait to do this again.
Will he want to watch me again?
I wonder, not for the first time, if this person watching me is trustworthy? I secured the room, and the man was to be thoroughly checked by security before entering the room. I trust my team, so I was able to let go and enjoy tonight, but can we do this again without added precautions?
The thought is more exciting than I expected, which is a great sign.
Someday, I hope I can trust again.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Harris
Her fingers disappear inside her glistening pussy, again and again, and each time, she cries my name. She even begs me for my cock before she finds a rhythm that gets her off. Frozen grapes were the perfect addition. I know what my baby wants, and after tonight, seeing her come, hearing her voice scream my name through the speaks in my room…my desire is almost unbearable. She needs me. My cock will fill all her empty places and make her feel whole again.
With each of her gasps, due to the frozen grapes, my cock grows impossibly harder. I’m in a room that only had a leather chair and small side table. There’s a lamp, but I don’t turn it on. I’m worried what she would think if she knew her rough ugly bodyguard watched her.
