Free Glazed by Ranae Rose Page A

need – an up-close inspection of my butt.  As if it doesn’t look big enough from far away.”
     
    “It is just what I need,” he assured her, “and it looks even better up close.” He placed a hand on one cheek and squeezed for emphasis. “Perfect.”
     
    Her core drew itself even tighter, and her clit throbbed against the tabletop. Perfect? Her self-consciousness began to drain away, replaced by burning need. “Don’t make me wait.”
     
    He rolled her onto her back again and fixed her with an intense gaze as he pulled the ebony lace down over her hips. “I won’t.”
     
    He’d already unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants. Now he yanked them down along with his underwear, letting them slide over his ass. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, donning it as she watched. She was ready, her knees held wide apart in invitation, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. He grasped its edge as he entered her, moaning in appreciation.
     
    She arched her back against the tabletop, gasping as he filled her. He removed his hands from the oaken edge and placed them instead on her hips, pulling her tight against him and thrusting again. She shuddered, her fingers scrabbling against the wood as she searched for something to grasp. His body was out of reach, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to get her hands on it.
     
    He watched her struggle and smiled, pushing deep inside.
     
    She dug her nails into her own palms, forgetting about anything besides the fact she was about to come. Gripping him tight, she pressed her hips down hard against the table as waves of pleasure washed through her core. She gasped and he sighed, tightening his hold on her hips and beginning to move faster.
     
    ****
     
    Derek gazed across the table at Kelly as they awaited the arrival of their meals at the nicest restaurant in Blue Mills, an Italian place called Sorrento. With her lips parted, she looked irresistible as she raised her wine glass to them. He watched appreciatively, eyeing the way her little black dress clung to her body. She’d put the thing on after he’d finished making love to her on the table back in her apartment.
     
    “So how was your day?” she asked, lowering her wine glass. “I didn’t even think to ask you, with all the excitement over my loan approval and, mmm…” She titled her head at him, smiling conspiratorially.
     
    “It could’ve been better,” he admitted, the smile her mention of their lovemaking had triggered at odds with his words.
     
    She gazed across the table at him, plainly concerned. “Having trouble without your best fryer?”
     
    He shook his head, and then thought better of it. “Well, yeah – but that’s not what I meant.” The wadded up piece of paper felt suddenly heavy in his pocket. He might as well tell her about it. She’d seen him that night, after all, and if the photo really was spreading around town she was bound to find out about it sooner or later. “Something else came up at the shop today.”
     
    She watched, her face a perfect portrait of concern as he pulled the paper out of his pocket and uncrumpled it, smoothing it against the surface of the table. Then he slid it to her, feeling slightly nervous. What would she think when she found out a nude picture of him was circulating around town?
     
    She glanced down at the photo and her jaw dropped. She stared at it for several minutes before looking up at him, her eyes wide and cheeks a bright pink. Oh God, let that flush be because of the wine.
     
    “Where did this come from?” she gasped.
     
    He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. So much for a calm reaction – she seemed more shaken by the photo than he was. “Some customers brought it with them and left it behind on their table this morning.”
     
    Her cheeks were redder than ever.
     
    “I have no idea who took it,” he added, just in case she was drawing the same sort of crazy conclusions Jason had that morning.
     
    “I