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think about during that phone call was my dick in your mouth."
    Her heart gave a hard thud and her pussy quivered. Did he mean for them to have sex here? In public? She'd never done anything like that, well, unless she counted letting the driver watch Vicente touch her last night and going down on Vicente in his office. She parted her lips as he nudged her legs apart, her pulse drowning out any objection her common sense might be whispering. She'd loved giving him head, and him repaying the favor, but now, “I want you inside me."
    "Show me your nipples."
    His breath brushed warm over the hollow of her throat as he bent close. She glanced over his shoulder at the open room and raised shaking hands to the buttons of her blouse. “What if someone wants to look at,” she twisted to read the wall plate beside the giant square painting behind her. “Hampton Number Six?"
    "Unlikely.” He reached into her open blouse and plucked her nipple between his fingers, then reached down to unfasten his belt and his slacks. “Show me your pussy."
    Her face heating, she parted her skirt and he leaned back to look, stroking his middle finger around the neat triangle before sliding between her slick, swollen lips, toying with her entrance, back to her ass before sliding forward to the hard bud of her clitoris. No doubt he could feel each throb of her heart as he pressed a finger against her clit. She arched toward him, wanting the pleasure he offered, wanting him to make her come, not caring who saw.
    "So wet. Jesus, so wet.” He removed his touch, licked the taste of her from his finger, holding her gaze as he did, then reached into his pocket. He pressed a foil packet into her palm, then freed his erection. “Put the condom on me. I want to fuck you."
    "Here.” Not quite a question. She just wanted to make sure.
    He cupped her hips in his hands, edged her closer to a padded bench placed in the alcove so someone could no doubt admire the brilliance of Hampton Number Six. But now Vicente slid a hand down her thigh, bending her knee and lifting her leg to place her foot on the bench, opening her to him.
    Oh. God. If anyone walked around the corner, they would be able to see right up her—
    "Veronica.” He held his cock in his hand expectantly, rubbing lightly, his pants drooping just below his hips. “The condom."
    "Right.” Shaking even more now, she ripped it open, pulled out the condom and rolled it down the length of him.
    "Now bring me into you.” His voice was a growl, his accent thicker. “I need to be inside you."
    She didn't know who needed it more as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and guided him to her cunt, thanking God for high heels so that he only had to bend a little to nudge her entrance. Then he cupped her ass in both hands and plunged into her.
    Her moan echoed off the walls as the blunt head stretched her, as his thick, long cock slid into her, a move so easy because she was so damned ready. He turned, his face so close, to smile. “Shh."
    She nodded, but with his next thrust forgot again, and he pressed a hand to her mouth. God, he was so deep, even at this impossible angle, and it had been so long, and she'd been thinking about this all morning. He eased forward, angling her so his body pressed against her engorged clit, rubbed against it as the head of his cock stroked deep. She clutched the shoulders of his shirt and let her head fall back to the wall. He lowered his lips to the curve of her throat so that his body was folded around her. The scent of him filled her senses, the movement of his muscles beneath her hands, the rhythm of his strokes, his fingers squeezing her ass, molding her to him.
    "I want to taste your pussy,” he murmured against her skin.
    "No, don't leave me."
    "Let me taste you."
    He watched her through hooded eyes and she understood his meaning. She released her death grip on his shoulder, slid her hand down the front of his shirt, feeling the pounding of his heart. His