Page 155 of Trashy Affair Duet


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“The rules don’t apply tonight.” He gently pushes me to the other side and bends me over the back of the chair so I’m still facing the skyline, and like he did earlier tonight at the club, he tugs my pants low enough to expose my ass.

Over these past few weeks, Cash has proved himself insatiable. Then again, so have I. Even now, burdened with the memory of coming while his brother watched, I’m aching for the fullness only his cock can give me.

He dips a finger inside me, eliciting a pleading moan from my throat.

“I want you,” I say with a glance over my shoulder.

He smacks my ass. “Don’t waste the view.” Another finger joins the first, slipping in and out in unhurried strokes. “I want you too, but I can’t do what I’m dying to do right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“The lube is at your apartment.”

I don’t even have to ask what he needs lube for. As if to confirm my suspicion, he probes my backdoor with his thumb. Biting back a moan, I dip my head, and my hair falls around my face in thick blond waves as he fingers me.

Then we jolt forward, and I gasp. “We’re returning to the ground.” I try standing again, hands grasping the stretchy material gathered at my thighs, but he spanks me once more, much harder this time.

“Do you want to come?”

“Of course I do! But the attendant will see us.”

He returns my hands to the back of the seat. “The lights are off. No one’s going to see us.”

My teeth chatter—not from the chill of night but from the thrill of reaching the ground with my pants down, literally, while Cash fucks me with his devious fingers. We swing by the attendant, who is standing with his back to us, and take off for another rotation.

And Cash ignites a feverish throb between my thighs for the next few whirls on the wheel. I’m panting, grinding on his fingers, mindless of the attendant every time we pass him.

“God, I need to come.”

“Not yet.”

I’m clutching the back of the chair with such strength and desperation that my knuckles cramp. The engagement ring draws my focus as it catches light from the nearby buildings, and my heart skips a beat. Unable to help myself, I liquefy around his fingers in pulsing waves, and the dam bursts.

“Oh fuck, Cash. Fuck!”

His pace quickens, forcing me to ride out the orgasm until I’ve reach an agonizing level of sensitivity. He lays a final slap on my ass then yanks up my leggings, and we stand for a few seconds, swaying precariously before he drops into the seat with me on top.

I straddle his lap as our breaths come hot and labored. He’s hard underneath me and feverish to the touch, and I can’t help but tempt him further by unzipping him. I take his throbbing cock in my hand and stroke his entire length.

He spews a curse heavenward. “You disobeyed me, Jules.”

“What are you going to do about it?” My lips curve in a challenge. I might live for this side of him, but I plan to test him at every turn for the rest of my life.

“Well, I had foreplay on my mind, but you’ve stolen my control, you little vixen.” With a push to my shoulders, he forces me to my knees and shoves his cock between my lips.

Forget engaging in public foreplay. The only thing Cash Montgomery has on his mind is total conquest. As I work him toward the back of my throat, and his hands become two tight fists of desperation in my hair, I’m not sure who’s the true victor here.

Because I’m pretty sure we both are.

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