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  Would he jerk her away from the scene, embarrassed on her behalf? Or would he do what she secretly, fervently prayed? Would he stand there and watch?

  She tilted her head back and met his inquisitive gaze.

  Jack caught Callie’s sharp intake of breath, wondering if she was appalled at what was going on in the gazebo. But when he saw her eyes, her parted lips, the way her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths, he knew. She was turned on by what she saw.

  “You want to watch.” He stated it, didn’t ask. Knew he didn’t even need to ask.

  She nodded, turning her head to stare at the couple in the gazebo.

  Goddamn. Callie was a voyeur. His cock rushed with arousal, hardening, throbbing with the need to slide inside her cunt and fuck her while they watched the other couple.

  As if Callie wasn’t already the most beautiful woman in his eyes, his estimation of her had just risen even more. A woman who shared his love of adventure? Not only would she have fucked him in the maze, she also wanted to stay there and watch the other couple have sex.

  Christ, was it his lucky day or what? The woman of his dreams had the same sexual fantasies as him. What more could a man want in a woman?

  He positioned her in front of him, giving her an ample view of the goings-on inside the gazebo. His cock brushed against the full curve of her buttocks, and he didn’t even try to hide his hard-on. Instead, he brushed forward, rocking against her, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her against him.

  He could hear her breathing. Deep inhalations as she laid her head against his chest. Oh, yeah. She was really hot now. The woman in the gazebo had dropped to her knees to unbuckle the guy’s belt, taking her sweet time unzipping his pants. When she took his cock out, Jack was impressed. Well-endowed son of a bitch, too. The woman wrapped her lips around the head, stroking the shaft as she sucked him.

  Jack smoothed his hands over Callie’s shoulders, running his fingers down her arms. “You’re a voyeur, Callie.”

  “Yes.”

  “I like to watch, too.”

  She didn’t look at him. “You do?”

  “Yeah. I love watching people fuck. Makes my dick hard.” He couldn’t believe they had made such a fast leap in their relationship. His first thought when they had come upon the couple in the gazebo was to be a gentleman and steer Callie away. Then she’d gasped, and instinct told him it hadn’t been a gasp of shock or outrage but one of excitement. He was glad his instincts had been right.

  “When I was fifteen I walked in on another girl having sex in the gym with her boyfriend. Instead of running out, I stood there and watched,” she said. “It made my pussy wet, right there on the spot. My clit was tingling so bad I knew I had to get off right away. I hid in the locker room doorway and masturbated while they fucked. I came when they came. And then I masturbated about that scene over and over again for months. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.”

  “Goddamn, Callie.” He couldn’t believe she’d told him that. He loved her refreshing honesty. She wasn’t coy or playing innocent with him. He’d never met a woman like her. “In high school my buddies and I used to chip in and rent a motel room with girls and fuck all night long. Since there was only one room, we all stood around and watched. I found out pretty fast that I really got off on voyeurism. I’d jack off more to watching other people fuck than to the memory of any girl I fucked.”

  He figured he owed her a revelation since she’d been so honest with him.

  She shuddered, and he tightened his grip around her waist.

  “Jack,” she whispered, her voice a whimpering plea. Having her back turned to him, not being able to read her expression, meant he had to rely on the feel of her body, the sounds she made, to tell him what she wanted. And he knew.

  “Yeah, baby. I know what you need. You want it out here?”

  “Yes. Oh, yeah, I want it right here.”

  He caressed her arms, smoothing his palms over her shoulders, leaning into her neck to inhale her fragrance. She wore no perfume, but he caught the scent of something sweet. Vanilla, maybe. He licked the smooth column of her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to give him access, not once turning her attention away from the couple in the gazebo.

  Though he could tell Callie was tuned in to every one of his movements, she was also visually entranced by the other couple. He didn’t mind at all. Watching the way the scene turned her on was a heady experience. He’d never met a woman like her, so completely uninhibited, the way she clutched the side of his thighs, digging her nails into the fabric of his tux.

  Damn, he wanted to be naked with her, wanted to feel the sharp scrape of her nails along his bare skin. He’d bet she was a wildcat when aroused.

  The woman in the gazebo was really going to town on her man’s dick now, making long, fast movements with her mouth, taking the length of his shaft and nearly swallowing it before leaning back until only the head remained grasped between her greedy lips.

  “She gives good head,” Jack said in Callie’s ear.

  “Yes.”

  “You like sucking cock, Callie?”

  “Yes. It’s been a long time.”

  His balls quivered at the thought of being the first man to feel her full lips since her husband. But not now. Now he wanted to pleasure her, to make sure she got off while she watched the scene in front of her. He had a feeling he was the first man she’d been with since her husband died, and she hadn’t had an experience like this before.

  He reached around and rested his fingers lightly on her collar-bone, feeling her heart beat a rapid rhythm against his palm. The swell of her breast crested upward against his hand with every breath she took, tantalizing him, tempting him. He inched his hands down over her breasts.

  Full, firm, hot to the touch through the fabric of her dress, she arched her back, pushing the full globes into his hands.

  “Yes, Jack, touch me. Please, touch me.”

  He slipped his hand down the bodice of her dress, finding one very hard nipple. When he circled it between his finger and thumb and began to pluck it gently, she made these crazy little sounds in the back of her throat. Moans, whimpers, and panting to keep herself from crying out and alerting the couple in the gazebo.

  Concentrating on her, he buried his face in her hair. “Tell me what they’re doing.”

  “She’s standing now,” Callie said, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper as Jack continued to pull and pluck at her nipples. “He’s lifting the hem of her dress.”

  Jack withdrew his hand and caressed Callie’s rib cage, traveling a slow path over the curve of her hip.

  “She’s turned away from him now and bending from the waist while he lifts the dress over her back.”

  “Mmm,” he said, finding the hem of Callie’s dress and fisting it in his hand. He felt the muscles of Callie’s thigh tense. “Is she wearing panties?”

  “No.”

  He laughed. “Maybe she was expecting to be fucked tonight.”

  “Maybe. He’s dropped his pants now. Moving into position behind her. She’s spreading her legs.”

  Callie spread her legs a little wider. Jack started to raise the hem of Callie’s dress, inch by inch, teasing her by doing it slowly. He could hear her breathing now, fast, panting. Admittedly, his own was racing right along there, too, his cock so damn hard he could thump it against a stone statue in the garden with no ill effects. God he wanted to do what that guy in the gazebo was doing. He wanted to bend Callie over and sink his cock deep into her cunt, feel her hot, wet pussy close around him, grip him, then fuck her until they both came hard.

  Instead, he raised her skirt up over her hips. “What about you, Callie? You wearing panties tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  He smiled, teasing the skin of her inner thigh, feeling the brush of silk and lace against the side of his hand.

  “Jack,” she whispered.<
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  “You want me to touch your pussy, honey?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He moved to her side now, catching a glimpse of bronze-colored silk and lace panties, cut high on her hips. He dragged the panties down around her thighs, baring her pussy to the night.

  She moaned.

  “You like knowing your pussy is exposed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Want me to touch it?”

  “Yes.”

  He wanted to get down on his knees in front of her, bury his face in her cunt, and lick her until she screamed. But he wanted to watch with her, to take this scene to culmination, to be the voyeur alongside her. He teased the inside of her thigh again, running his finger along the side of her pussy lips, turned to her, and smiled.

  “Watch them, Callie. Watch them fuck while I make you come.”

  He cupped her pussy and she gasped, arching her hips against his hand. He tangled his fingers in the silken curls of her sex, wishing he had all the time in the world to explore her.

  Later, he’d delve into all her secrets. Right now she was wet and pouring all over his hand, her clit was extended and swollen, and he’d bet no man had made her come in years.

  He was going to make her come.

  He turned to the couple in the gazebo. As Callie said, the man was fucking her from behind, his cock buried deep in the woman’s pussy. The scene before him was hot, the woman gripping the back of the bench while the man thrust hard and fast against her buttocks, his long cock withdrawing only to slam against her again.

  Jack explored Callie’s pussy lips, teasing every inch of her with his touch, finally sliding two fingers into her cunt.

  “Oh, Jack,” she said, whimpering as he slid his fingers fully inside her.

  Damn, she was hot inside. Her body gripped him in a tight vise, squeezing, contractions closing around his fingers. He moved to her side so he could work her with his other hand, using three fingers to strum her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she said, turning to look at him. “I haven’t . . . It’s been so long.”

  He nodded. “Come for me, Callie.”

  She glanced away and watched as the man and woman in the gazebo went into frenzied fucking. They were close. She was, too, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers deeper and harder into her cunt. The woman in the gazebo tensed and threw her head back, the man shuddering against her. Callie looked at Jack again, her eyes glazed with passion.

  “I’m going to come, Jack!” she whispered, then held tight to his hand as she shuddered and flooded his fingers, trembling against him, rocking her pelvis against his palm as waves of climax crashed against her.

  The look on her face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. So open and honest, she gave him everything. He leaned in and took her mouth, letting her cry out against his lips as she rode out her orgasm until she finally rested her head against his shoulder.

  And still, he didn’t want to withdraw from her pussy, enjoying the tiny aftershocks squeezing his fingers. But he did, kissed her lips, and licked her sweet juices from his fingers.

  Goddamn, he needed to fuck this woman and soon. He tilted her toward him and planted his lips on hers, kissing her with a firm desperation.

  He wanted to absorb her, to take her right here.

  Was she an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur? Would she fuck him in the gardens tonight? He hoped so, because he sure as hell couldn’t wait much longer to have her.

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  Jack stole Callie’s breath with his kiss, his mouth making a slow plunder of her senses that made her brain turn to mush. His hands roamed over her body, every hot touch only inflaming her more. And her panties were still located somewhere between her thighs and her knees.

  She couldn’t believe he’d given her an orgasm right here in the maze. Touched her pussy, fucked it with his fingers until she’d climaxed all over his hand. Had she lost her freakin’ mind? No, she hadn’t. Or maybe she had. She didn’t care, because tonight she was living out her long-held fantasies.

  The couple in the gazebo righted their clothes, kissed, then snuck out. Jack pulled her against the hedge, hiding them from sight of the couple hurrying by. She smiled up at him, wondering what he thought of her. Too wanton and uninhibited, maybe?

  No, she doubted that from the look of hunger on his face, the way his hands continued to roam over her back, the way he breathed in and out in short, quick spurts.

  His cock rested against her hip, still hard. She’d gotten off, but he hadn’t. And she wanted him inside her, outside, here at the club just like the other couple had done. Could she even suggest that to him? What if he said no?

  Oh, get over it, Callie. He’d just fucked her pussy with his fingers, his cock was hard as steel, and he had no qualms at all about nearly fucking her earlier before they’d heard voices. So why hold back now? This was her fantasy weekend, right? So she should go for it.

  “Jack,” she said, grabbing the lapels of his coat. “Did you enjoy watching that couple?”

  He grinned. “I love watching other people have sex, Callie.”

  “Do you also enjoy having sex in outdoor places? With the thought that someone might catch you?” There. She’d said it. Now she’d see if her hunch was right about him. God, she hoped it was.

  He reached up and caressed his hair. “You wanna fuck here? Outside?”

  “That wasn’t my question.”

  “You’re asking if I’m into exhibitionism.”

  “Are you?”

  “Are you?”

  Damn, he was making this difficult. “I asked you first.”

  He laughed. “Yes. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist. You want to have sex in the great outdoors, Callie, I’m all for it.”

  Her mind screamed a resounding Yes! at his answer. He was her perfect match in so many ways she couldn’t believe it. “Then in answer to your question, I’m also an exhibitionist. It excites me to think that someone could catch us fucking. It makes my pussy hot at the thought people could be watching.”

  His gaze went dark at her admission. He looked around, then grabbed her hand. “I know the perfect place.”

  He led her back where they had come from, through the maze and toward the main building. No one was outside. Not yet, anyway. He was heading toward the double doors, but instead of going inside, he swerved around the corner to the side of the building, no more than twenty-five feet away from where they’d exited the party.

  Before she could ask where they were going, he pulled her around and slammed her up against the brick wall of the building, lifted her dress, and tore her panties aside, then covered her mouth with his. Her gasp of surprise was absorbed by his lips, his tongue entering her mouth at the same time his cock plunged inside her.

  She had no time to react, to think, other than to swim in the glorious sensations of his cock sinking to the hilt inside her pussy. He withdrew, then thrust again, banging against her with force and determination.

  Oh, God, this was so exciting. The doors opened around the corner, and it was possible someone would round the corner and find them. Jack didn’t even pause, just kept fucking her. She swept her arms inside his coat, searching for the skin of his abdomen, wanting the contact of his body against her hands. Taut, muscular, his belly flinched under her questing hands, but he never once wavered, continuing to pound her pussy with relentless strokes, his body slamming her clit each time.

  The excitement of the forbidden, the chance they could be caught, coupled with Jack’s ramming thrusts against her clit were too much. She wrapped her arms up and under his shirt, digging her nails into his back, and arched her hips, tightening as she came.

  He groaned and flooded her with come, shuddering as he pressed full-length against her, holding her tight against the wall of the building. If someone walked around the corner right now while they were grinding together in climax, nothi
ng could tear her away from Jack. Nothing.

  Panting and exhilarated, she couldn’t move a muscle, just laid her forehead on his shoulder. Once again, it was like living an out-of-body experience. What if someone had actually walked by? She remembered hearing the door open and close a few times, but at the time she just didn’t care.

  She tilted her head back and searched Jack’s face. He was smiling at her. “You’re a wild thing,” he said, brushing his lips against hers.

  She sighed into his mouth. At least he didn’t have any regrets. Not yet, anyway. Of course, they hadn’t been caught. That helped.

  They cleaned up with the assistance of Jack’s handkerchief. Thank God for one of those. She excused herself on the way in and freshened up in the ladies’ room, then went in search of Abby and Blair. She didn’t have to search long, since they grabbed her on her way to the table and escorted her out the front doors and into the lobby of the club.

  “Well?” Blair asked.

  “Your hair is mussed and your lips are swollen,” Abby said, studying her. “And you have that look.”

  “What look?”

  “That just-fucked smile on your face. Oh my God. Did you two do it outside?”

  Callie tried not to laugh. She really loved her friends. Instead, she lifted a shoulder. “I might have.”

  Blair nodded and grinned. “You did. You slut.”

  Now she did laugh, because that was a compliment, coming from Blair. “Gee thanks.”

  Abby linked her arm in Callie’s and drew her off to the side of the lobby and away from anyone who might hear them. “Are you going to give us details?”

  No way. She couldn’t even wrap her own head around what had happened out there, let alone share it with anyone yet.

  Anyone but Jack.

  She looked around to see if anyone had entered the lobby. No one but the three of them. “I can’t. Not right now. You understand?”

  Abby looked at Blair. “She wants to be with Jack.”