About Face by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

“Couldn’t you have picked a better meeting place? You know I hate this fucking ferry!” He grabbed on to the railing, firmly planting his feet in place, not daring to move. He hoped his fresh fruit salad didn’t make a return visit.

At least the ID fans were in working order, Robert thought as he viewed the Georgia coastline. After a trip through the scrubbers, clean white smoke billowed out from the paper mill’s smokestacks, leaving behind a smell he’d never gotten used to. He held his breath for a moment, then exhaled.

“And you have a better idea? From what I’ve seen the last few days, I think you need to rethink any ideas that pop out of that feeble mind of yours,” she chastised him.

Right now, Robert hated this woman, hated the hold she had on him. Soon, he told himself. Soon, he’d have this bitch over a barrel, maybe literally—he’d always wanted to rough her up a bit.

He gave what passed for a rueful laugh. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He smiled at his companion as he edged her closer to the ferry’s railing.

Standing in front of her, blocking the passengers’ view, he snaked his hand down her cream silk blouse. He found her nipple and pinched. Not hard, just enough to elicit a twinge of pain.

He watched her intake of breath, saw the veins in her neck pulse, and felt the flutter of her quickened heartbeat against his own.

“You’re sick, you know that?” Her words were laced with disgust.

He laughed and thrust his hard penis against her. Tossing a glance behind him to make sure he didn’t attract anyone’s attention, he reached for his zipper and jabbed up against her stomach.

He saw the glazed look in her eyes and knew no matter how prim and proper this bitch acted, she liked this public, indecent foreplay as much as he did.

Inching his hand up her skirt, he slipped her lacy panties to the side. With his fingers he proceeded to massage her, sliding his fingers to her center, finding her wetness. Yes, he thought, she won’t refuse this. Ever.

He continued to stimulate her. She took him in her hand and slowly trailed her fingers down his swollen length. His nostrils flared as she began to pump him fast and hard.

He shoved her hand away. “Not yet.”

His fingers were extensions of his penis as he shoved three, four, then all five inside her. He saw her wince, and experience told him it wasn’t from pain, but pleasure.

Warm wetness closed over his hand like a glove. He felt her throbbing as he removed all but one finger from her moist insides. Her juices drenched his hand as he rubbed her sensitive center. Her body shook as her orgasm racked her body.

He removed his hand, and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s my turn.”

Again, she took him in her hand. He came on the front of her pink blouse and watched with wicked delight the look of horror on her face.

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