Page 28 of Touch Me

I obeyed.

He leaned into my ear. “You have an exquisite body.”

His words swirled into my mind. My knees weakened, my fingers slipped on the glass, but my throbbing clit convinced me to wait. Henry had more to offer, and whatever it was, I wanted everything he was ready to give.

“Memphis?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to imagine the whole world is out there. You are about to show them what it’s like to truly orgasm. Can you do that?”

Oh Lordy. “Yes.” The thought that maybe somebody could be spying on me shot a firecracker through my body. I have gone completely mad. Yet I eased my butt toward him, begging him to touch me.

He came to my side and kissed my neck, my shoulder, then sucked my earlobe. His bulging cock nudged my thigh, begging to be released. He smelled of soap, and spice of the Orient, I think. Somehow, both masculine and sensual at the same time. And totally fucking sexy.

Henry glided his fingers over my breasts, pinching each nipple before his hand cruised over my stomach, through my pubic hair and between my thighs. I parted my legs farther, letting him know I wanted to learn whatever exquisite technique he was about to teach me. Shudders of pleasure rolled through me.

I was ready to be taken to depths I have never explored before. One hundred percent ready. I tried to keep my eyes open, to watch the world as he plunged two fingers inside me, but it was pointless.

“You are exquisite,” he whispered.

I squeezed myself around his fingers.

“That’s right,” he said. “I can feel you too.”

Henry slid his left hand over my buttocks, and when he slipped another finger into my pussy it nearly shot me right off the tenth floor. Both his hands explored me from two different angles, rubbing, gliding, grinding, and building an orgasm that had every nerve ending surging hot spasms inside me. The tidal wave of lust clawing at my insides was at bursting point.

“Yes!” I cried out and my hot juices trickled over his hands, down my legs, and onto the fake grass that covered the area around the pool. Over and over. Again, and again.

And again.

I don’t know when Henry stopped playing with me. I don’t know how I teleported from the top sundeck to his dining room. I don’t know when I started breathing again. Time was swallowed by erotic bliss. Was it minutes? Hours? I didn’t care.

When Henry sat in a dining chair, the bulge in his pants was enormous, and I felt bruised with guilt about leaving him like that. But when his smile lit up his mouth, his eyes, and his skin, it was the smile of euphoria. He didn’t look upset, and although it wasn’t like me to be so selfish. . . it felt damn good.

I tugged on my trench coat, and attempting to regain my mind and body, I gathered my bits and pieces from the floor.

“Thank you.” I slipped on my heels.

“No, Jane, thank you.”

I spun to him. My hand clutched my mouth.

“Oh no. No. No. No. No. You know who I am. Oh shit! This was a mistake.”

Chapter Nine

My brain exploded into a million thoughts. Not one of them was good. “How did you know it was me?”

Henry raised one eyebrow. “I don’t share Iced VoVo’s with too many beautiful women.”

He stood, his arms wide as if ready to catch me should I dash for the door.

But I couldn’t run even if I wanted to. I was rooted to the floor by both exhaustion and fear. Bile stung the back of my throat.

“Jane, please don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

“I shouldn’t have done this.” I shook my head, fighting the urge to vomit.