had to be at least partly visible. No doubt they were already being recorded. But he was right about the tiny neighborhood bank’s security. There were no other cameras in sight—no black domes on the ceiling or in the corners, just the one wired within the ATM, facing out, at about eye level.
They might really get away with this.
“Come here,” Chaz ordered, beckoning her over. “Stand right there, with your back against the wall.”
Understanding what he had in mind, she turned around and backed into the corner directly beside the ATM. It couldn’t possibly capture her image; she was side-by-side with the thing. And if there were any inside cameras, she was completely blocked from them by the interior wall between the vestibule and the lobby.
“I think I’ll check my balance,” Chaz said with a wicked grin as he inserted his card, eyeing her and not the screen.
“I suspect you’ve hit the jackpot,” she teased.
He didn’t even look over at her, exploring only by touch. Shifting slightly to further block the camera’s view of his actions, he reached for her, scraping his fingers across her jaw, her lips, then tracing a line straight down her throat. She felt the touch down to her very toes, wishing his mouth would follow the same trajectory.
When he reached her bustier, he easily untied it, one-handed. She arched toward him, loving the brush of his warm skin against the sensitive curves. Drawing the laces, he loosened the whole top until it sagged open, and then, only then, did he glance away from the screen to stare at her.
“God almighty,” he whispered, sounding nearly reverent. His eyes were dark with want. His muscles bunched under his shirt and his jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain control. Lulu had never seen a look of such pure, unadulterated want in anyone’s face before.
She couldn’t manage to say a thing as he reached for her breast, cupping it, squeezing gently, stroking his thumb over her hard, sensitized nipple. She was dying for his mouth, but he remained several inches away, pretending to focus only on the cash machine, while secretly pleasuring her just out of sight.
The man’s patience stunned her; she was ready to say screw the camera and leap on him, pull his mouth to her breast and beg him to taste her. But he kept his cool, still blocking her from view of the camera, and from anyone who might walk up to the front of the vestibule.
The side, of course, was another story. She was looking right out into the parking lot, and if somebody approached from that way, they’d notice her standing inside, her top hanging open, her breasts freed and heavy, being caressed by a man who definitely knew how to use his hands.
“Damn, I forgot my pin number,” he said with a chuckle. “You distracted me.”
“Keep trying, you’ll get it sooner or later,” she whispered as she reached down and tugged her skirt up, inch by inch.
He shifted his gaze and watched, hunger dripping from him as he dropped his hand and stroked his way down her belly and between her legs. He cupped her sex and she arched into his touch, dying, spinning, flying, all at the same time. He felt so good, his touch so possessive, as if he were staking his claim to what lay beneath his hand.
“You’re so hot.”
“And getting hotter by the minute,” she groaned.
“Show me.”
He helped her tug the skirt the rest of the way up, and work her tights back down, baring herself from hips to upper thighs.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. “You are gorgeous. I’ve got to get inside you.”
“That might be difficult from that angle.”
“My cock is just going to have to wait in line.”
Her hips thrust reflexively. “Touch me. Please.”
“Thanks, I think I will,” he said, smiling wickedly as he again reached between her thighs.
He toyed with her clit for a moment, making the world tremble, bringing an orgasm to within tasting distance. While it rattled and thrummed through her, he slipped between the lips of her sex. She was drenched and ready, and his finger slid easily into her sensitive channel.
“Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes and dropping her head back as he pleasured her.
“You are so tight. So wet for me.”
“I got wet the minute you made that sun-coming-up comment.”
“Thought it made you wonder if the world would end.”
“I’m wondering that now—because if you don’t make me come, I think it just might.”
Masculine laughter rumbled from him as he moved his thumb to her clit and stroked it again. His long fingers pleasured her deep within, and his gentle swirling motion around her clit brought her up higher and higher, even as tension and stormy heat pooled lower and lower.
“Yes, Chaz,” she groaned, torn between utter pleasure and a tension that was almost painful. She needed release desperately, and knew it was just a few breaths away.
As if sensing she was so close, he stepped over in front of her and caught her mouth in a hot kiss. Plunging his tongue deep, he stroked her right to the edge of the abyss, until she was almost sobbing against his lips.
“Please,” she begged. “I need...oh, yes,” she groaned as he gave her the right amount of pressure to send her soaring.
Her hips thrusting helplessly, Lulu gasped as waves of delight washed through her, to the top of her head, to the soles of her feet. Not one molecule was unaffected as she pulsed with satisfaction, and she wanted to cry at how good it felt. She couldn’t remember coming so hard before in her entire life. If he could work such magic with his hand, she couldn’t even fathom what he would do with his mouth, or with that powerful hard-on pressing against her middle.
Collapsing against him, still savoring his kiss, meeting every delicious thrust of his tongue, she tried to bring herself back down from the incredible high he’d provided.
Easing his lips from hers, he kissed his way down her throat, tasting her skin, sucking gently, biting lightly. He ended up at her breasts. Plumping one in his hand, he covered the tip with his mouth and sucked, hard. More heat sluiced through her, as if she hadn’t just had a limb-weakening orgasm. Every inch of her that wasn’t already on fire got that way immediately.
“These are beautiful,” he told her, moving to pay attention to her other breast, suckling one nipple while he tweaked and caressed the other.
She kept her head back, her eyes closed, loving the moisture and heat of his lips and the stroke of his fingers. Her nipples were so sensitive, every pull of his mouth on her breast was echoed between her thighs. Her clit was pebble-hard again, and she was right on the edge of spilling into another climax.
“I think that’s enough for now.”
“You think so, do you?” she asked, twining her fingers in his hair.
“Yeah. That took the edge off. Let’s let it build up again on the way back to my place.”
Fiend.
