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gets worse.
    He grabs a folded plaid throw from
atop the chest at the foot of his bed and leads me out of the room,
down the hall, through the kitchen and to the back door.
    At the threshold into the back yard, I
rear back, pulling on his hand. “I can’t go out there
naked.”
    “Look around, love. Thick trees. High
garden walls. Only one house overlooks the garden, and the Parkers
are away for the weekend. The easy way to tell is to look for the
vintage MG at the side of their garage. They always take that on
weekend getaways.”
    I can’t breathe as Jay leads me
through the door, out from the shelter of the back porch, down the
steps to the grass. The blades are soft and cold and tickly under
my feet. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was outside
barefoot. Since I was a kid, probably, a very small one. Add to
that the breeze dancing over my exposed skin, and the warm touch of
the sinfully sexy man grasping my hand, and I’m back on that
familiar plateau, ever just shy of an orgasm.
    Jay keeps me there, laying me down on
the blanket in the yard, within easy reach of flowers and vines he
can use to tease my hypersensitive skin. Periodically, between cat
naps and intimate conversation, he lets both of us get carried away
in bouts of kissing and petting. I spread myself wantonly for him,
moaning freely when he massages my pussy lips, even when he taps at
the crosspiece of the butt plug, sending ripples of heat along my
anal passage.
    “Please, Jay,” I gasp and cling to
him, after a whole afternoon of this. “I’ll do it. I’ll beg you to
fuck my ass. Just please make me come. Let me make you
come.”
    He sucks at my trembling, pleading
lips before groaning into our kiss. “Soon, love.”
    “But I’ll do it. I’ll do everything
you want. I’ll give you everything you want.”
    “I know you will, Emma. You’re almost
there.”
    No almost about it. Yet he insists on
pulling me to my feet. “We’ve forgotten to eat most of the day,” he
tells me. “Time to go get an early dinner in town.” With a wicked
smirk, he adds, “I’ll even let you get dressed.”
    On the way back into the house, I
glance at the neighbor’s two-story, just as someone moves away from
an upstairs window.
    “Oh my god.” I dart around to the
other side of Jay, hiding behind him. “Someone is home next
door.”
    With a distinct lack of concern, Jay
studies the Parker house. “That window?” he asks, pointing
immediately to the one I mean, and I nod. “Ah, that would be their
teenaged son, Jake. He must have decided to stay home this
time.”
    “You…you knew! You asshole. You let
him see me acting like… Spreading my legs and…”
    When I pound Jay on the chest with my
fists, he catches both my wrists and twists my arms hard behind my
back before claiming my mouth for a rough, possessive,
mouth-fucking kiss. I jerk and struggle, but Jay is still as much
an athlete as he ever was, strong enough to hold me pinned to him
with very little effort. He even shifts to hold both my wrists in
one hand, using the other to probe my pussy from behind.
    Finally releasing my mouth, Jay pants,
“I don’t care what he saw. I don’t care if everyone sees you
squirming and bucking for me, so long as I’m the only one who’ll
ever touch you. The only one who’ll ever hold you and taste you and
fuck you.” He jerks me hard against him, against the massive, solid
bulge in his jeans. “I’d take you in a room filled with our friends
if it made it clear to every fucking one of them that you’re mine.”
He locks his gaze to my teary eyes, his tone and his expression
softening. “If it made that clear to you.”
    I sag against Jay, too confused and
aroused and exhausted, too wrung out, to resist anymore. Why don’t
I use the safeword? Even as he’s holding my hands behind my back,
groping me out in the open? Do I want him this much? Do I really
need to be dominated and owned? Do I truly want to put up with this
possessive