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She gave a little yelp as he hoisted her up onto the loading dock and palmed her thighs wide apart forcing her back onto her elbows. One shoe dropped to the pavement with a muted thud as he cupped his hands behind her knees and pulled her closer to his face. All the while, she moaned and whimpered and squirmed against the hard concrete. Once again, he slapped her hands away and reached up to knead her almost as though he were raising his arms in an act of worship.

He pinched and thumbed while never slacking in his efforts between her thighs. She came with an animal howl that sent shivers up my spine and made the view from the binoculars shudder with the hammering of my pulse. At last he pulled away and wiped his face on the back of his arm. Then he mantled her close, covering her lips with kisses, she all but sobbing into his mouth. Finally she spoke in little gasps of effort.

I stood in shock at her revelation, at his. The woman had never had an orgasm? Did he choose his women that way? But then how the hell would he know? I was so lost in my speculations that I had to scramble back into an alcove in front of a service entrance to keep from being seen as Mr.

Sands escorted her back to the bar. And just like that it was over. I knew the drill by now. The woman would return to her friends with a smile on her face, and Mr. Sands would go home. I followed him, as I always did, then took the lift to my flat. Inside I stripped to vest and knickers, wilted from the relentless heat. I poured myself a chilled glass of chard. Usually, unwinding from a night of tailing Mr. Sands meant a little hands-on. I had a vibrator, but there was something about our nightly rendezvous that gave me the urge to touch myself.

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Occasionally, I could see the shadow of movement back and forth beyond the drawn drapes. Sands, for once, had followed suit. He stood looking right at me, wearing only grey track bottoms slung low around his hips, his chest glistening from the heat.

I froze, gaping, as he sipped a whiskey and brazenly looked me up and down. My client had warned me to make sure he never saw me. But I was confident, maybe a little arrogant. I was good at my job. I should have shut the curtains and left. The quirk of his lips, the trailing of his gaze over my body sent shockwaves of heat, core deep. Hell, I could make myself come on a crowded bus and no one was the wiser. But he knew. I was certain. I raised my glass for a much-needed drink and miscalculated, dribbling wine across a distended nipple.

His gaze was not subtle as he nodded to my breasts. I knew exactly what he wanted. Slowly, I lifted the glass and drizzled the chard across my breasts — all of it, gasping at the chill, biting my lip, closing my eyes just long enough to savour the sensation.

When I opened them, he slid a hand inside the front of his track bottoms. I took in the shape of him as brazenly as he had me, giving my own little nod. But he only shook his head and raised an eyebrow making it clear that it was tit for tat. Caught in his gaze, I could scarcely breathe, I could scarcely believe the risk I was taking. He knew where I was. And yet I lifted my wet vest off over my head, the AC tightening my nipples still further.

As he watched, I slid a hand into my knickers, mirroring his movements. I fingered my way down between my thighs, gasping at the slick swell of me. His own stroking had exposed the base of his cock in its nest of dark curls, and my mouth watered.

He gulped the rest of his whiskey and set the glass aside. Then he slid the other hand beneath his waistband to scoop and cup his sac, and I moaned my approval as his efforts revealed just a little more.

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The lust in his eyes was laced with something slightly wicked. I wanted to run and hide even as I wanted him to fuck me with his eyes. I pulled my fingers from my knickers and raised them to my mouth, giving him a hungry stare as I tasted my own slickness, then I sucked. He bit his lip and his body jerked. But he took a deep breath and nodded.

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