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Gaby stood in front of Sweet, pillowed against his naked, broad chest, and breathed in the musky scents of the night air.

Her skin tingled when she felt his lips graze down her neck.

“Beautiful,” he breathed against her earlobe, the whispered words tickling the fine hairs around the nape of her neck.

“It is,” she agreed, hyperaware of her state of undress and his hard body blanketing her back.

“I think we’re referring to do two different things.” He pulled her even more snugly against his body. Gaby closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hard body pressed against hers.

“Although, as beautiful as it is out here, I feel—” she hesitated, unsure how to explain.

“Exposed?” he finished.

She laughed self-consciously and agreed, “Yes—I feel exposed.”

When he’d first brought her outside, she’d been too dazed to realize they were on the balcony, with her fully naked, and Sweet still wearing nothing but the low-riding jeans he’d greeted her in. Once she’d come out of her sexually satisfied daze, she also realized she was butt naked in full view of anyone who would chance to walk by the dark alley.

As bold as she was feeling that night, the thought of someone, probably a drunk, walking by and checking out the peep show she was providing wasn’t all that appealing. To say the least.

He turned her around to face him.

“Maybe it would make you feel better if you weren’t alone…and exposed,” he murmured and began to undress. Her desire to see him completely naked made her temporarily forget the chance she was taking. Fascinated, hot, needy, she watched him draw his jeans down his long legs and kick them to the side.

His skin was the same light gold all over, with no tan lines to blemish his body. And what a body he had. A lean waist led to thick thighs corded with muscle, long calves, and long, sculpted feet.

Her eyes trailed back up his body and stopped at the juncture of his thighs.

Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips, her eyes drawn, inevitably, toward his cock, nested in the dark curly hair that covered his groin.

He had a beautiful dick.

The skin covering his shaft was just a shade darker than the rest of him. Because of that, it seemed to emphasize its thickness, underlining its sheer masculine beauty.

Fascinated, she stared at it. It was perfectly symmetric in thickness, the blunt end of the shaft’s head curving gently against his stomach.

Gabrielle thought of how good it would feel digging inside her, scraping against her spot…

“Go ahead, touch it.”

Startled, Gaby glanced up at him.

Hesitantly, she reached a hand out and ran her fingers lightly over him. In the moonlight she could make out the blue tracings of his veins that ran like a map around his shaft.

She wrapped around him and squeezed, gently.

“There’s no one out here. Just you and me. And no one is going to see us even if they walked by and happened to look up. All they’d see is two shadows in the dark.”

“Still…” she allowed the words to dangle and reluctantly withdrew her hand.

“Don’t think about anyone but me. And the pleasure I’ll give you.”

He turned her back around, forcing her to face the alley.

Gaby released a small sigh when one of his hands snaked around her waist and rubbed the slight curve of her belly. When the other hand cupped one of her breasts in his hand, softly bouncing the orb in his palm, massaging it, as his thumb rested over her areola and thumbed her nipple, she groaned.

“Sssh. If you make noise, someone will notice us. You have to be quiet. Can you do that?”

One hand toyed with and palmed one of her breasts, the roughened pad of his thumb stroking over her nipple. The other hand trailed down her body, over her belly, before reaching the apex of her thighs.

He reached between her legs, his palm stroking the tight curls on her mound, then one thick finger delved between the plump lips of her sex.

In unison, they released moans of satisfaction.

“Yes…I…I can,” she moaned, grinding against his fingers. He had her body pressed flush against his, back to stomach, his mouth against the back of her head. She felt his smile.

“You like that?” he murmured the question.

He moved his head to the side of her neck, pushed her hair to the side, and stroked his tongue along her neck, raising goose bumps over her body.

When he pulled the lobe of her ear into his mouth, suckling hard as both hands continued to play with her, his finger now stroking deep inside her, Gaby felt her cream trickle down, covering his finger and hand.

She bobbed her head up and down in agreement, incapable of speech.

Gaby’s heartbeat increased when he added a second finger, easing it inside her vagina in a long glide. When he circled his fingers inside her in clockwise motions, she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent a cry from escaping.

“Widen your legs. I need to get at you better,” he released her ear to whisper against her temple.

Nodding her head mutely, Gaby did as he instructed and spread her legs farther apart.

“Good girl, just like that,” he praised and continued stroking deep inside her pussy while playing with her breasts.

With her breath escaping in hitched puffs of air, Gaby furtively glanced down; fear of getting caught warred with the thrill of what he was doing to her, what he was forcing her to do.

“No one will see us. This area is secluded and we’re too far up. No one will know what we’re doing unless you let them know. Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” he whispered against her.

Unable to speak, she remained mute.

“You have to trust me, Gaby,” he continued his low-talking barrage against the side of her neck. “Can you do that…trust me?”

Gaby swallowed and hesitated before she nodded her head in assent. He lifted her, slightly, his hands on the sides of her waist. She swallowed a sigh of pleasure when his thick shaft rubbed against her ass.

He moved one hand away from her and she glanced over her shoulder far enough to see him reaching into a pocket in his discarded jeans and withdrawing something.

In the dark, she couldn’t see what he’d retrieved and palmed in his hand. When his toying fingers inside her pussy hit a particularly good spot, she moaned and turned back around, rolling her hips against him.

Moments later, she felt the broad head of his cock press against her. When his cock feathered around her pussy, seeking entry, Gaby reached a hand back to stall him, twisting her head around to see him better.

“Wait—wait, you have to use a condom! I’m on the pill, but uh, I don’t know you, and…”

Her words were stopped, mid-sentence.

She clamped her lips tightly shut to prevent the cry from coming from her lips when his fingers pressed deeply into the flesh of her hips and he shoved his thick, turgid cock deep inside her body in one long, hot, thrust, forcing her to her tiptoes.

Helpless, feeling stuffed, so turned on, so hot, her body began to shake. Gaby held out against rooting her body against his thick shaft.

“It’s taken care of,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her neck.

He opened his mouth and began sucking on her, licking her neck before pulling the fleshy portion of her earlobe into his mouth. Pushing away from her, he grabbed both of her hands and placed them in front of her, forcing her to grasp the railing.

“Keep them there.”

With the sight of her rounded bottom slapping against him, her plush breasts jostling with every thrust, Demetri felt his balls tighten, his cock grow thicker inside her slick heat.

He placed one hand on her thigh; he placed the other loosely around the back of her neck to steady her as he plunged inside her tight, moist heat.

“Hmm, yes, yes,” she cried out hoarsely with each jostling of her body, her pussy clamping hard on his erection, testing the limits of his control.

He slapped one of the round, brown globes, sharply. The surprise of the sting made her gasp. “You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

When she shook her head no, he shafted into her smoothly, forcing her body to lurch forward.

Her smooth brown back glistened with sweat in the moonlight, her body gyrating, grinding against his dick with her head hung down low as she not only accepted his powerful thrust but also gave back as much as she got.

His thrusts became deeper.

He’d given her the directive not to speak, not to cry out. Yet, he had to clamp his mouth tight, grit his teeth together, and close his eyes against the feel of her tight heat clenching and gripping, milking his dick with each glide and retreat of him inside her heat.

He closed his eyes against the sight of her back rising and falling as she panted against his thrusts as he rocked into her.

He’d wanted to draw out the pleasure longer, wanted to get her so strung out, so desperate to come, she’d do anything.

He might have been able to, had she not chosen that moment to reach between her legs and grasp his sac.

The minute her light touch stroked him, his body tightened, and his balls tingled. Sweat dripped down his face and landed on the smooth curve of her waist.

He removed his hand from her neck, where he’d pinned her, to move between her legs. As he pumped inside her in tight rhythmic strokes, his fingers separated the lips of her pussy and stroked her straining bud.

He heard the scream lodged in her throat as her body began to spasm.

She bucked against him, her body jerking and her whimpering cries frantic as she ground herself against him

Demetri waited until the last minute to release. He savored the last delicious moments of her wet heat clamping and releasing his shaft before, with a groan, he could hold back no longer. He placed one hand at the curve of her waist and pulled out of her sweet, hot pussy.

He grasped his cock firmly in his hand and ripped off the condom. With four short pumps, his cum jetted from his body, landing on the smooth brown curvature of her spine.

The muscles in his neck corded, he felt the veins pulsing as he came on her until he was finally depleted. The last of his cum left his body in painful spurts, landed, slid off her back and down her sides. He rested his chest on her back, gulping in large breaths of air.

After his breath calmed and he’d come out of his haze, he turned her around and lifted her into his arms, carrying her away from the balcony and into the bedroom on unsteady legs.

He placed her in the middle of the bed and fell down behind her. Within minutes, she was asleep.

A satisfied smile lifted the corners of his mouth when he heard her soft snores.

In that moment, she seemed so benign. So innocent. It was hard to imagine her to be the con artist she was thought to be. It was also hard to ignore his gut reaction to her. The one that his mind had to fight against, doubt filling him about his plan to get her to trust him.

To dominate her. She’d responded beautifully, better than he’d thought.

When she’d come into the club without panties and all but begging him to fuck her, he counted himself lucky and had began to devise his plan. Now, his gut was telling him there was more to her than met the eye.

He finally settled down beside her, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He pulled her close to his body, and he, too, drifted off into sleep.