Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“So eager,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe. “Such a naughty girl.”
I brace myself against a nearby pillar as Jack works his fingers in and out of me. To anyone watching, it might look like we’re just dancing closely. But I know several pairs of eyes have turned our way, intrigued by our not-so-subtle activities.
Jack’s other hand comes up to cup my breast through my dress, pinching my nipple. The dual stimulation has me panting, my hips rocking back against him.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need more.”
In one swift motion, Jack withdraws his fingers and spins me to face him again. He lifts me easily, pressing me against the pillar as I wrap my legs around his waist. He fumbles effortlessly with his zipper, and then he’s pushing inside me in one long, delicious thrust.
I cry out, not caring who hears. Jack sets a punishing pace, driving into me again and again. The music and the crowd fade away until all I can focus on is the exquisite friction where our bodies join.
Through half-lidded eyes, I see we’ve drawn quite an audience. Masked figures watch us openly, some touching themselves or their partners as they observe our passionate display.
The knowledge that we’re being watched, that we’re the center of attention, pushes me closer to the edge. I cling to Jack’s shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My sweet fireman. My WinterWatcher. My stalker. My man—the one man who is willing to give me every fantasy and every dark secret I desire.
“That’s it,” he urges. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come. Show them you’re mine. Let them watch.”
I’m on the cusp, but suddenly I know that I want something different tonight. Something that’s just for us. “Jack, wait,” I gasp. He slows his thrusts. “I only want you to see me. Just you.”
He spins me around and kisses me with a level of hunger I haven’t felt from him before. When I pull away I see Jack’s eyes blaze with intensity behind his mask. “Home. Now.”
We hastily disentangle ourselves, adjusting our clothing as best we can. Jack grabs my hand and practically drags me through the writhing crowd toward the exit. The winter night air hits us like a shock as we burst out of the club.
“Taxi!” Jack yells, flagging down a passing cab. We tumble into the backseat, a tangle of limbs and lingering desire.
As soon as he gives the address, his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding. His hands roam my body, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to cool. I moan into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair.
“God, I want you,” he growls against my neck. “I can’t wait to get you home and watch you come undone.”
The ride seems interminable, but finally we screech to a halt outside my house. Jack throws some bills at the driver and we stumble out, feverish and touching like we can’t get enough.
When we get to my front door, he presses me against the wall, his thigh wedged between my legs. I grind shamelessly against him, desperate for friction.
“Patience,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. “I want you to go inside, get naked, and spread out on your bed.”
I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking with anticipation. As soon as I get the door open, Jack gives me a searing kiss before gently pushing me inside.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” he says with a devilish grin, closing the door between us.
My heart races as I make my way to the bedroom, shedding clothes as I go. By the time I reach the bed, I’m completely naked. I sprawl out on the sheets, my skin tingling with excitement.
Minutes tick by. I squirm restlessly, wondering what Jack has planned. Just as I’m about to call out for him, I hear a faint tapping sound. My eyes dart to the window, where I see Jack’s figure outside lit up by the string of Christmas lights.
He’s made good on his promise to watch me from outside. I rise slowly, making my way to the window with deliberate, sensual movements. When I reach it, I press my palm against the glass, meeting Jack’s hungry gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, I trail my other hand down my body, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple between my fingers. Jack’s eyes darken with desire, his breath fogging the glass.
My deepest, darkest fantasy come to life.
He’s outside. I’m inside, and yet somehow we are closer together than I thought we could be.
I continue my show, sliding my hand lower, dipping between my thighs. Jack’s gaze follows every movement, his expression a mix of lust and awe. I circle my clit slowly, putting on a performance just for him.
As I pleasure myself, I imagine Jack’s hands on me, his mouth, his cock. My movements become more frantic, my breath coming in short gasps. Jack presses closer to the window. This time, there’s no need for secrecy or stealth. I want him here, want him desperately.