Excerpt

She gazed out, almost awestruck, into the night. The sky was a backdrop of black velvet now. The peaks had disappeared. Meanwhile, lines of orange-gold lights stitched across the earth below, dividing the space into an uneven checkerboard. The roads pulsed with the movement of individual vehicles. Most of the city was low-rise but here and there a glittering tower poked upward, crowned with flashing red hazard lights.

“The view really is incredible. Thanks so much for your dinner invitation, Ted.”

“It’s our pleasure,” he replied. Standing behind her, he pointed out into the void. “We’re looking northwest now. See that building, two or three blocks from here? That’s the Silver Sands, our condo complex.”

“Close enough to walk.”

“People don’t usually walk in Las Vegas. It’s too hot.” He leaned closer. “We save our energy for other activities.”

Lust skittered through her.

He pressed his body against hers. She gasped as she recognized the rigid bulk of his erection, prodding at the base of her spine. Not daring to look at him, she glanced left and right. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“And you see the highway, over to the left?” His tone was conversational, though he kept the volume low. At the same time, he slid his hard cock up and down along the crevice of her ass. “About halfway to the highway is Industrial Boulevard.”

Her earlobes burned. Her nipples pulsed. She thought of whirling around, to scold him for being so bold, but in truth, she didn’t want him to stop.

When he stepped away slightly, breaking the contact between his cock and her body, she almost whimpered. Then she felt the back of her dress being lifted. Her objections died unspoken as his warm hands palmed her butt cheeks, barely covered by her lacy thong, then reached around her hips to brush her pubis through the thin fabric.

“That’s where you’ll find The Fox’s Den,” he continued, even as he slipped his fingers under the lace, between her slick labia. “I think you’ll like the Den, Lauren. It’s your kind of place.”

One fingertip flipped across her clit, in a firm, sure stroke. Just one touch. It wasn’t enough to send her flying; she normally needed far more friction. But he was so brazen, so confident, so thoroughly in control of the outrageous situation, that he had her trembling on the brink despite the limited stimulation.

She held her breath, terrified that he’d continue, afraid he might not. In all her adventures since Elliott had set her free, she’d never come in public. If Ted pushed her over the edge, what then?

Deserting the quivering bead at the apex of her sex, he delved partway into her soaked channel. Given the awkward position, he couldn’t go very deep. She tightened her pussy muscles around his fingers and rocked against his hand, wanting more.

With a soft chuckle, he pulled his fingers out of her soaked cleft. She stifled her moan of disappointment. Her loose skirt tumbled back down. He smoothed it over the swell of her ass, very likely smearing the fabric with her juices. She caught a whiff of her own ocean scent as he took up a position beside her. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, hip to hip. Grasping her hand, he cupped it over the bulge at his groin.

A new wave of arousal threatened to drown her. His hard rod pulsed against her palm. She couldn’t resist stroking it through his trousers. Both the length and girth were impressive.

“My Annie didn’t exaggerate,” he murmured, close to her ear. “You’re magnificent. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

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