Free Past Midnight by Jasmine Haynes

begged as if the dialogue were part of some male ritual.
    “I love it when she spreads her legs and masturbates for me.”
    Her ears hummed as if she were about to faint, and her arms tingled with pins and needles as her skin seemed to come alive, an entity all its own. The fast hard sex in the dark when she couldn’t sleep was nothing compared to this. This drowned out everything, even the guilt. Dominic’s eyes blazed with a heat she’d never seen before. His touch on her was searing. He’d seduced himself with his own words. They were far from home in an opulent fantasy world, and she wanted this, not the man, but the mindlessness, the pure physicality of it.
    “I want to watch her,” Winter murmured, his eyes on her, burning right through her dress.
    God help her, she hoped and feared that Dominic would tell her to do it.
     
     
    BRIGHT SPOTS COLORED HER CHEEKS, AND HER FLESH WAS HOT TO the touch, her breathing shallow, her focus narrowed to the curve of Winter’s lips.
    All Dominic had to do was say the word, and she would lift her skirt right there. The enormity of that power made him rock hard in his slacks.
    With mere words, he’d raised her to this level. His heart roared in his chest. This was better than two strangers watching them from afar. This was up close and personal, Winter imagining every move, losing himself in the description, wanting her.
    “The way she caresses herself.” Dominic went on, playing her, watching her, the heat in her eyes, a shot of fear that he’d make her do it. “Her abandon, as if I’m not even there. The way she rises and falls, her come all over her fingers.” He imagined he could scent her right now.
    “Christ,” Winter choked out, “you’re making me crazy.”
    “Sometimes I lean close and breathe her in. She’s intoxicating.” Dominic was so hard, his cock felt like it would explode with one touch. Her breasts rose rapidly, her skin flushed, then she bit down on her bottom lip. “It’s all I can do not to throw myself on her and fuck her.”
    She moaned. He was sure she didn’t even know and couldn’t have stopped it. “Nickie,” she whispered.
    He couldn’t wait for her another moment. He’d go crazy if he didn’t get inside her. But not here, despite all the fantasizing they’d done. He didn’t think she was ready. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t balk at the last moment, and he wasn’t willing to risk it. Gathering her hand in his, he rose, tugging her with him. Winter’s eyes followed the move.
    “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go fuck my wife.” Beside him, Erin stepped into the high heels she’d kicked off earlier.
    A light danced in the other man’s eyes. “Thank you for the brief moments of pleasure. I don’t think anything else will prove quite as entertaining tonight.” He didn’t seem the least disturbed by the blatant cock tease. “I’ll be imagining the look of her while you ride her hard.”
    “Perhaps she’ll ride.” Then he pulled Erin along behind him, shouldering through a group blocking the sunroom door.
    “I can’t believe you did that.” She didn’t resist, though. He assumed her words were for show.
    “It was hot.”
    “You treated me like I was a piece of meat.”
    He crossed the marble lobby, turning at the first stair. “I told him exactly how beautiful and perfect you are.”
    Everything about her seemed brighter, sharper, as if she’d been sleepwalking through the last year, and he’d suddenly shaken her awake.
    “Fuck me,” he whispered, aware of eyes on them, a couple of newcomers arriving, a small group passing from the living room to the buffet. Then a raucous surge of laughter from the open room at the back caught their greedy attention, something better than a married couple heading upstairs to fuck in private.
    “Why didn’t you do it in front of him?”
    He thought about picking her up and taking the steps two at a time like Rhett carrying Scarlett. “You’re not