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fantasized about telling him in explicit detail, but I’d had so much wine I was afraid if I admitted it now I’d blurt it out in the unsexiest of ways. Even though it was very tempting to tell him, especially considering the way he looked at me. My nipples hardened and strained against the filmy fabric of my bra.
    “Sorry Mr. Riley, you’ll just have to wonder. Even if I did spy on you, why would I ever admit to that? I’d have to be the world’s worst voyeur to admit it to the person I spied on, right?”
    “Well, maybe I’m just not interesting enough for you to watch. Maybe I’ll have to start doing things worth watching.”
    His words made me instantly wet.
    “Tell me, Violet, is there something I could do that you’d like to watch?”
    The phrase was spoken as a seductive challenge. Oh, the activities I’d love to see him do. I’d already fantasized about him stroking himself. There was also something about the idea of watching him do naked push-ups that stuck in my mind. The suggestion was on the tip of my tongue when Jack slid directly next to me on the couch.
    “Maybe the time for watching is over with, huh? Perhaps we’ve moved into the time for action.”
    With those words he leaned in and fused our mouths together. His lips were soft as he nibbled at mine, working them apart. The smooth, velvet texture of his tongue caressed the inside of my mouth. He wrapped his hands around my waist and urged me toward him. I straddled his lap and gripped his shoulders for leverage.
    “God, I’ve wanted to get my hands on this sweet ass of yours since you first walked in my door.”
    Jack slipped his hands into the back pockets of my jeans. He cupped and squeezed me through the denim. He wasn’t the only one copping a feel. I tilted my pelvis toward him and let the bulge in the front of his jeans notch between my open thighs. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against my clit. Despite the layers of clothing between us, the contact was electric.
    I leaned forward and tilted my pelvis toward him even more. He raised the hem of my blouse up my navel and bunched it around my waist. I let go of his shoulders and raised my arms to help him undress me. The light, delicate material made a whispering noise when it brushed against the lace cups of my bra. Without the encumbrance of a shirt, my breasts were much more accessible to Jack.
    “This is nice,” he whispered and fingered the strap on my brassiere. It slid down my shoulder. “Mmm, so soft.”
    His touch left me shivering. He traced the outline of my areolas until my nipples were puckered. The circles he’d drawn around and around on the outside of my bra cup were a form of exquisite torture. He leaned in and pressed his face in between my breasts.
    I gasped when he flicked the hard bead of my nipple with his tongue. My hips had a mind of their own as they undulated against his denim clad erection. With every move of my pelvis I could feel the gushing of moisture seeping out of my pussy. Jack reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I raised my arms at my sides as he slipped it off me.
    With my breasts fully exposed to his heated stare, doubt trickled in and my bravado slipped a fraction. I didn’t have much to work with up top. My meager breasts would barely fill a man’s palm. As confident as I was about my shapely derriere, I was disproportionately insecure about my tits.
    Jack soothed my self-doubts when he reverentially worshipped that area. He fondled the globes of my breasts with his fingers, lips and tongue. I was panting by the time he moved to the center of my cleavage. His hand splayed along my sternum and he inched it up slowly until it stretched across my clavicle. He slid his way up the column, and keeping his palm at the base of my throat, wrapped his fingers around my neck.
    I threw my head back and arched into his hold, into his control of me. I trembled with need and with curiosity over what would happen next. With his hand keeping me in