Felicia’s nipples budded from the cold of the fridge and the heat of arousal. No stress, no worries – no more benefit! – just intense, immediate desire.
She hadn’t bothered to find a longline bra to go with the dress, and her arousal was clear. Gabe brushed his thumbs over the peaks, sending a thrill through her.
‘Just like when we talked,’ he murmured. ‘But now I’m here.’ He dipped his head and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth, tugging and nipping in a rhythm that her clit picked up, pulsing in time. When he switched to her other breast, the cold air and wet silk felt like fire and ice, sending echoes between her legs.
He stopped long enough to drop his trousers and briefs. His erect cock jerked in the cold but lost none of its hardness. ‘I’ve missed you,’ he said, then groaned when she wrapped her hand around him and stroked.
He turned her around, and she obligingly grabbed hold of the shelf in front of her, tilted her hips back and wiggled her ass at him. Normally, the icy metal shelf would have felt almost painful under her warm hands, but she was so heated now that the intense sensation became part of the experience. He shimmied her skirt up her hips to her waist and whistled at the sight of her mostly bare ass, which was bisected by a little fire-engine-red thong.
‘There’s a part of me that’s tempted to spend some time playing here,’ he said, running his hands over her sensitive curves, ‘turning your fine bottom as red as your thong. It would sting extra good in the cold, don’t you think?’
The only response she could manage was a long low moan because, as he spoke, he slipped one hand around her and under the scant front of the thong. He fondled her clit with long skilled strokes, bringing her to the edge but not quite – not yet – over it.
‘I think we’ll have enough time to explore that later,’ he continued. ‘Right now we should probably hurry before someone comes in. Can you hurry for me, Felicia? I want to feel you come.’
His coaxing voice was the final trigger. Her hips jerked as she convulsed through her orgasm.
A moment later he was sliding inside of her, clutching her hips for traction as he pumped. He felt so good, the length of him filling her, pressing into her. She thrust her hips back to meet his strokes, and felt herself building up, a giant wave rising inside her towards a crescendoed release.
Then, over the hum of the fridge and their simultaneous panting, she heard the café door bang open. They both froze. Felicia wanted to cry, she was so close.
‘Hello? Hello-oo!’
Oh no. She leant her forehead against the cold metal shelf in front of her. Valerie Turner.
‘Felicia, dear, are you in here? Hmm, I could have sworn I saw you come in here, but I didn’t see you leave.’
Gabe put his mouth right next to Felicia’s ear. ‘Don’t. Make. A. Sound,’ he said so quietly she almost couldn’t hear him. Did he really not realise she had no interest in ending their encounter to talk to Mrs Turner? Then she felt his lips touch her ear, felt his warm breath as he nibbled on her lobe.
‘Well,’ called Valerie, ‘I was just coming to say good-night.’ Something in the tone of her voice suggested that she knew perfectly well what Felicia was up to in the fridge.
Gabe was inside her to the hilt; she was stretched around him. She felt his hand worm its way around her and between her thighs to stroke her wet clit.
Staying quiet was getting harder by the second.
She fluttered and clenched around him, and felt his hips jerk in response. Well, if he was going to torture her, she was going to torture him back. Now a little roll while she tightened some more.
She bit her own lip. That had been a mistake, at least from a keeping-quiet point of view.
‘Oh, and I wanted to let you in on a little secret,’ Valerie continued, ‘just between us girls, because I know how angry you are at Richard. I suggested to the police that Richard would probably need a thorough going-over, just in case he’s hiding anything. Can you imagine how surprised they’ll be when they find the butt plug that’s stuffed in him? Ta ta, dear!’
The woman’s delighted laugh, which didn’t sound the least bit demented under the circumstances, faded as she left the café.
Felicia was so stunned by the revelation that, for a moment, her mind went blank. Then Gabe started moving again, thrusting into her and manipulating her clit at the same time. Felicia clutched the shelf so hard that she thought she might yank the bolts out of the wall.
‘God, yes!’ Gabe gasped, suddenly moving faster. The blood buzzed in Felicia’s ears as she responded, clamping down around him and shuddering through another orgasm along with him.
Only then, spiralling down from her climax, did she start to giggle. Gabe leant against her, and she felt his chest rock with his own laughter.
‘I think I can finally reveal that she’s the one who suggested the Zoological Society come out here,’ he said. ‘You know, I’m really glad she’s on our side.’
‘I think the whole Sanctuary is glad,’ Felicia agreed.
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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