Now… if anyone is looking right now, and maybe they are, they’d know without a doubt that we’re f**king. The prospect is thrilling to me.

One of Moira’s hands lock around my wrist and her head pops up. Leaning to the side, without even missing one f**king thrusting beat, I see her eyes are open wide with fear and pleasure.

“Stop,” she pleads. “Someone might see.”

“No f**king way,” I tell her, and I start moving a little faster, both my c**k and my finger against her clit.

“Oh, God, oh God, Oh God,” she chants and even though she’s terrified of being seen, her h*ps still buck in a frenzy against me.

“Tell me you’re close, baby,” I growl urgently in her ear. “Because I am getting ready to f**king unload, and I can’t hold it back.”

Moira’s head nods furiously at me and I start slamming into her, pushing her hard into the balcony railing. I feel her body squeeze around my c**k and, once again, her head slams back into my shoulder as she cries out in orgasmic surrender. Tremors course through her body, and I feel a flood of more wetness from the walls of her pu**y coat my cock.

And f**k… I’m coming. I slam deep one more time and close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of Moira spasming around me while my c**k continues to unload my se**n into her.

I issue another low groan and pull her h*ps back into mine, lodging my c**k deeper yet. Wrapping one arm around her stomach and another across her chest, I squeeze her tight to me. We stay like that a moment… or ten… time seems to stop for both of us. I don’t hear the music; the flashing lights and gyrating bodies mean absolutely nothing to me.

All I care about in this moment is this women wrapped in my arms and the feel of her warm pu**y still gently holding my cock.

Nuzzling down into her neck, which smells like wild orchids and spring rain, I whisper to her, “I don’t think I can ever stop with you, Moira.”

Chapter 22

Moira

I pace back and forth in my room, chewing on a thumbnail. Glancing at my watch for like the tenth time in the last ten minutes, I start for my bedroom door and then turn around to resume the trail of worry that I’m imbedding in the carpet.

The connecting door to Zach’s room opens, and he steps through with a sated look on his face. “Ready to go down to breakfast?”

He’s wearing that well satisfied look because an hour ago, Zach had woken me up, as he so often does, with his tongue deep inside my pu**y and me on the verge of an orgasm. Just as I was getting ready to come, Zach pulled away, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled at my h*ps to hike my ass in the air, and plunged deep inside of me. I immediately came, muffling my cries in my pillow, and Zach pounded away at my body while he let out a stream of curses and moans.

And then he did something that shocked the hell out of me and made me orgasm again violently. He pulled out just as he started to cl**ax, shooting his warm seed all over my butt and lower back. I felt three spurts hit me while he groaned loudly, then he was dragging his fingers through the slickness… down my back and right down in between my ass cheeks. His finger grazed over my anus and rubbed the moisture all around, and then he gently inserted his finger inside, setting off another sparkling storm within me. He pumped his finger in and out of my ass a few times while I shuddered and cried in wicked release, finally begging him to stop before I passed out.

He chuckled in good nature, removed his finger, and leaned over to press a kiss between my shoulder blades. Then he pulled me back into his arms, and we laid on the bed in silence while our skin soaked up the sticky mess he had made all over me.

Soon, though, he slapped my ass playfully and pushed me out of his bed, telling me to take a shower so we could meet Randall for breakfast. And thus is the reason for my worry.

Facing Randall.

Zach told me on the way home last night what transpired with Clint and Cara. About how they propositioned him for group sex, promising coke and Ecstasy. I had to explain what that was to Zach. He curled his lip up in disgust, and then cursed them both for a solid five minutes.

Worst of all was when he told me that Cara threatened to tell Randall about us, but Zach assured me she wouldn’t. He had threatened her the same, to tell Randall about their own dirty secrets, that they are sexually intimate with each other, a thought which gives me the willies. It’s just icky!

“I’m not going down,” I tell him adamantly. “Cara probably called him this morning. In fact, he’ll probably be able to tell by looking at my guilty face.”

Zach walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. Cupping the back of my head, he cradles me against his chest and whispers a kiss over the top of my head. This kind and gentle Zach is someone that causes my heart to nearly explode with feeling, and I know that every time he touches me this way, my heart’s fate is being sealed forever.

“Would it be so bad if he knows?” Zach asks in a soothing tone while he strokes my back.

Pulling back from him with wild eyes, I practically hiss at him. “Yes, it would be bad. Terrible. The worst. You don’t understand, Zach. He hired me to do this job. This is my professional career on the line. Randall has the power to ruin me and then what will I have? I’ll have nothing.”

“You’ll have me,” he says simply and for once, my heart doesn’t flutter over his words.

So I sneer at him. “What exactly would I have, Zach? A man who knows how to f**k me senseless but plans on leaving to return to Brazil one day?”