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to be trying to understand me, to figure me out, which puzzled me.
After all, I wasnât very interesting.
âWhere are we going?â The balls continued to rock inside of me, moving with every step that I took. My breath was coming in short pants as pressure built in the muscles between my thighs.
Zach led me past the now-deserted booth where the parking attendant habitually sat, and through a door that I hadnât noticed before. It led to a smaller, more finely finished garage, detached from the main employee area.
It held half a dozen expensive-looking vehicles. Well, I didnât know anything about carsâanything at all, other than ideally, when I put the key into the ignition, they would start. Still, I knew without a doubt that all of these vehicles were well out of my price range. The shine of the chrome, their sleek linesâthey screamed expensive.
I realized in a rush that they must all belong to him.
âWeâll be going to the Seacliff house tonight, Charles.â I jumped, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through my veins, when a man dressed all in black, whom I hadnât noticed at all, rose from the folding chair on which he had been sitting to greet Zach.
âVery well, Mr. St. Brenton.â He nodded crisply, but I felt his eyes linger on meânot in a sexual way at all, but with curiosity. I found myself looking back, in short little glances, at the man who looked like he had only recently joined the senior citizens clubânot that he would be joining the backgammon league anytime soon. He was tall, muscular, and stood with a rigidity that spoke of military training.
Suspicion was etched into the lines on his face. I swallowed, feeling the need to prove myself, though how, I didnât have a clue.
âCharles, this is Miss Reid.â Zach splayed his hand on my lower back, and I felt the heat of his body seeping through the thin cotton of my blouse. I shivered, which caused the balls to rock back and forth, and I couldnât help it any longer.
A small moan escaped my lips, a needy plea. I had never been more aroused in my life.
Zach looked down sharply at my sigh, and I noticed his body tensing in response to my desire. He nodded crisply at Charles, who climbed into the driverâs seat of the car.
I was puzzling over why a man like Zach, who clearly liked to be in control, wouldnât drive his own fancy car, when he quickly took my hands, spun me so that I faced the rear of the vehicle, and placed my palms flat on its slick surface.
I choked back a cry as the balls swung wildly inside of me, pressing on my entrance, slicking my tight channel with arousal.
âWhat are you doing?â My whisper nearly caught in my throat when Zach crouched behind me, clasping long fingers around each of my ankles. He ran his hands up the insides of my legs.
âZach!â The crevice between my legs flooded with wetness as he gently but firmly continued his caress up to the tender skin at the insides of my thighs, reaching beneath my flirty skirt. My face flushed crimson, my breath panted out, and I looked quickly to the front of the car.
Charles was seated in the driverâs seat, facing forward. I could see his stern, focused expression in the rearview mirror. He appeared to be at attention, and at the same time he didnât appear to be at all interested in what his employer was doing.
Maybe Zach had women in his locked parking garage all the time. I didnât know, and at that moment, as his thumbs grazed the place where my bikini panties met my skin, I didnât care.
âRelax.â The word was a murmur against the back of my leg. This late in the day, he had the barest hint of shadow on his jaw, and he rubbed it back and forth over the tender skin behind my knee.
It made me tremble. I knew that it was stupid, since Charles didnât seem to be looking, but I tried to school my flushed cheeks and parted lips into a mask of
After all, I wasnât very interesting.
âWhere are we going?â The balls continued to rock inside of me, moving with every step that I took. My breath was coming in short pants as pressure built in the muscles between my thighs.
Zach led me past the now-deserted booth where the parking attendant habitually sat, and through a door that I hadnât noticed before. It led to a smaller, more finely finished garage, detached from the main employee area.
It held half a dozen expensive-looking vehicles. Well, I didnât know anything about carsâanything at all, other than ideally, when I put the key into the ignition, they would start. Still, I knew without a doubt that all of these vehicles were well out of my price range. The shine of the chrome, their sleek linesâthey screamed expensive.
I realized in a rush that they must all belong to him.
âWeâll be going to the Seacliff house tonight, Charles.â I jumped, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through my veins, when a man dressed all in black, whom I hadnât noticed at all, rose from the folding chair on which he had been sitting to greet Zach.
âVery well, Mr. St. Brenton.â He nodded crisply, but I felt his eyes linger on meânot in a sexual way at all, but with curiosity. I found myself looking back, in short little glances, at the man who looked like he had only recently joined the senior citizens clubânot that he would be joining the backgammon league anytime soon. He was tall, muscular, and stood with a rigidity that spoke of military training.
Suspicion was etched into the lines on his face. I swallowed, feeling the need to prove myself, though how, I didnât have a clue.
âCharles, this is Miss Reid.â Zach splayed his hand on my lower back, and I felt the heat of his body seeping through the thin cotton of my blouse. I shivered, which caused the balls to rock back and forth, and I couldnât help it any longer.
A small moan escaped my lips, a needy plea. I had never been more aroused in my life.
Zach looked down sharply at my sigh, and I noticed his body tensing in response to my desire. He nodded crisply at Charles, who climbed into the driverâs seat of the car.
I was puzzling over why a man like Zach, who clearly liked to be in control, wouldnât drive his own fancy car, when he quickly took my hands, spun me so that I faced the rear of the vehicle, and placed my palms flat on its slick surface.
I choked back a cry as the balls swung wildly inside of me, pressing on my entrance, slicking my tight channel with arousal.
âWhat are you doing?â My whisper nearly caught in my throat when Zach crouched behind me, clasping long fingers around each of my ankles. He ran his hands up the insides of my legs.
âZach!â The crevice between my legs flooded with wetness as he gently but firmly continued his caress up to the tender skin at the insides of my thighs, reaching beneath my flirty skirt. My face flushed crimson, my breath panted out, and I looked quickly to the front of the car.
Charles was seated in the driverâs seat, facing forward. I could see his stern, focused expression in the rearview mirror. He appeared to be at attention, and at the same time he didnât appear to be at all interested in what his employer was doing.
Maybe Zach had women in his locked parking garage all the time. I didnât know, and at that moment, as his thumbs grazed the place where my bikini panties met my skin, I didnât care.
âRelax.â The word was a murmur against the back of my leg. This late in the day, he had the barest hint of shadow on his jaw, and he rubbed it back and forth over the tender skin behind my knee.
It made me tremble. I knew that it was stupid, since Charles didnât seem to be looking, but I tried to school my flushed cheeks and parted lips into a mask of
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