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she parted her legs before she could stop herself. He leaned to her ear. “Thank you. Now try not to be too loud when you come.” And before she had a chance to understand just what he might be implying, he brushed his fingers down under the leg of her underwear and his hand pushed to cup her sex. The moment his palm was hugging her skin, his fingers parted her lips, and he plunged his middle finger deep into her body. But she did moan. It was quiet, and as he heard her ecstasy, he moaned quietly in response to her pleasure.
    He pulled his finger from her before plunging two back in swiftly. “You may be cold as hell on the outside, but you are so fucking warm on the inside.” His voice was seductive in her ear. “Now look at me. And don’t even think of taking your eyes off mine.” When he leaned back from her, he sought out her eyes, and she held his. She was panting as his fingers plunged, swirled through her wetness, and pulled back out. His eyes were intense and fiery in their smoldering heat. He plunged over and over as she swallowed harshly over the lump in her throat. She wanted to scream out the moan she was stifling in her throat, and her hands were fisted at her sides. When her body started shaking and her lips started trembling, she knew she was close to losing it.
    He sank his fingers to his knuckles, turning, twisting, scissoring, and swirling through her cum as he continued to plunge. He refused to look from her, and he watched as her trembling became more pronounced and her breath started coming in gasps. His expression was impassive, but the smoldering blue heat in his eyes was not—nor was the bulge in his pants that she managed to steal a quick glimpse of. When she came, she gripped and twisted her knuckles into the fabric of his shirt while the fingernails of her other hand dug into her palm. She was fighting hard to stifle the sound from coming out of her mouth, and he watched her as her body convulsed and her stomach muscles twitched through the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.
    When her orgasm finally faded, he didn’t immediately pull his fingers from her body. Instead, he stroked a few more slow and gentle penetrations into her body as the walls of her vagina clenched down on him. And as he pulled his hand from under her skirt, she could see the glistening wetness left on his fingers. He moved his fingers instantly to his mouth, and he sucked them clean quickly. It wasn’t overt nor did it appear to have anything to do with her or the fact she was watching him.
    When he reached to her cheek, he pulled her mouth to his and pulled her top lip between his lips. He tasted amazing—like nothing she’d experienced before and completely indescribable. When he claimed her bottom lip, he moaned quietly against her mouth, and then he plunged his tongue. He licked, tasted, and groaned into her mouth as he dipped his tongue into her and explored and tasted her taste. When he finally pulled back from her, he looked just as shocked and desperate as she felt.
    “You have to stop hating me, because I want you too fucking much to stop.” She was still gasping and trying to catch her breath as he spoke.
    She stared, unable to look away, and then, finding some semblance of control, she stood and turned back to him before she failed to fight him off again. “Tomorrow at four. Please don’t be late.” Her voice was shuddering and lurching as she spoke, but she managed to get the words out before she turned her back on him and walked away.
    She wanted to look back, she wanted to go back, she wanted to give into him and be done with it, but she couldn’t. She was overstepping some major boundaries with him. Allowing a witness, unwilling or not, to put his mouth on her was most definitely not okay; letting him put his fingers in her body was so far outside the realm of okay it was laughable. This wasn’t Brit. Brit was controlled, boring, and emotionally constipated to the point of being