Free Erogenous Zones: Monica's Secret by Saskia Walker Page A

collarbone as she tried to keep some sense of decorum. Her hands ached to touch him back, and she fisted them, fearful of losing control in a public place. Uneasy, she glanced around the room again. Some of faces she saw were familiar—they were businessmen who came in here every week—and some of them were staff. And yet her pulse raced at the thought of doing something as outrageous as letting a man bring her to orgasm under such circumstances. They had put her in this situation and she couldn’t seem to clamber her way out of it.
    Torn between desire and decorum, she forced herself to look directly at them both.
    Alec’s green eyes gleamed. Owen looked as if he was about to pounce across the table and take charge of the situation himself. They were arrogant, devious, and outrageously sexy.
    There was no way they were going to let her deny this. “Someone might see,” she blurted. “I have a reputation to keep.”
    Owen shook his head. “Right now it looks as if Alec is having a really earnest conversation with you, trust me.”
    Trust him? Somehow that made her want to spar with him. “I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”
    “I’d stake my reputation on this not being seen by anyone but us.”
    How those twinkling brown eyes of his turned her on.
     

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    When she huffed a laugh, Owen inclined his head at her. “Do you want Alec to stop?”
    Alec raked one finger along the line of her pussy, pushing the damp fabric of her underwear against the sensitive, aroused skin—pushing against the very spot where she wanted to be stroked until she came.
    Cursing under her breath, she shook her head. “No. I don’t want him to stop.”
    She could hear the sense of urgency in her own voice—she could hear how husky and low her response was. Over ten years of denial had made that happen. Ten years where she’d only had wild fantasies and stolen voyeuristic moments to get off on. Brushing against the embers of other people’s erotic experiences only offered her the heat, and not the total emotional and physical release she needed. That had created a tsunami of need over the years, a situation she’d kept a lid on by fastidiously avoiding contact with men and situations like this. Until now.
    That tsunami was surging up, condensing into a vibrant call inside her, a call that would no longer be denied. It had taken these two men—forceful, decadent men—to push her to it, but now they had and there was no holding back.
    The one small mercy was that Alec was angled so that he created a barrier between her and the rest of the restaurant. He was protecting her from view, but her level of concern was still high. Then Alec moved his fingers inside her undies and paddled them against her mound. When he bumped over the swell of her clit, she gasped aloud.
    “Do it quickly,” she begged. “You’ve got me in such a state!”
    Alec gave an accusing chuckle. “Are you trying to blame me for this?” He plunged his finger deeper between her nether lips and moved it around. “You’re deliciously wet, my dear. Are you saying that’s our fault?”
    “Hell, yes.” She glared at each of them in turn. A sense of urgency combined with a heady rush. It shot through her. She began to rock backwards and forwards against the hard intrusion of his finger. Her head dropped back against the banquette, her hands clutched at her sides. She was glad of the banquette, because the way they both watched made her forget who they were and where they were, because she’d turned feral and all she was able to do was rock her hips, to meet each stroke of his thumb over her inflamed clit.
    “Oh yes, the way you look…it makes me think about last night all over again.” Owen grinned at her across the table. “I will never forget how hot you looked…tied up, your body bucking under me…when you climaxed.”
     

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    Bloody hell . She was still vaguely aware of the voices nearby, the occasional shadows of the waiters and