Connor captured her gaze, forcing her to meet his unflinching stare. Her hazel eyes were cloudy with passion, dazed and sated and desperate all at once.
A look of sheer wonder crossed her face when Connor sprayed hot cum into her sopping wet vagina. He strained as hard as he dared to pull her down onto his cock while he thrust upwards into her creamy cunt to spill every last bit of his hot seed deep into her welcoming body.
Right then, right there, she was his. It didn’t matter if she realized it or not, Jessa Kincaid belonged to him.
Chapter Nine
She should’ve been embarrassed or sorry or something. Jessa had bent over her boss’s desk like a wanton freak and let him fuck her until she screamed. The word “no” hadn’t even crossed her mind, let alone her lips. Worse still, Jessa had enjoyed every wicked second of Connor’s masterful possession of her body.
That wasn’t even the shameful part. Now, every time she thought of what they had done on Connor’s desktop, she was wet and willing all over again. The mid-life crisis excuse was beginning to wear thin. This was turning into something else.
No matter how many times Jessa had gone over the incident in her brain, she’d arrived at the same conclusion. She’d wanted Connor. She’d been thankful for every thrust, moan, and scream between them. Now she wanted more.
The glasses on the tray clinked harshly as her hands clenched involuntarily. Shaking the sensual haze from her brain, Jessa carefully placed her load of beer mugs and shot glasses on the bar. Swiping the back of her arm across the perspiration coating her forehead, Jessa took a look around the room.
In the beginning, her worry had been that she’d be too obvious gawking at the wild activity inside the bar. That didn’t bother her anymore. Jessa was more concerned that she was going to trip over her own feet because her eyes were shamelessly glued to Connor’s massive frame standing sentinel at the door.
“Are you okay, Jessa?” Alex asked, nudging her shoulder. “You look distracted.”
An unladylike snort made Jessa cover her face in chagrin.
Alex’s low laughter didn’t help her uneasiness. The crowd had thinned out and he took the opportunity to throw back a few shots of sweet smelling orange liqueur while lounging against the counter.
“Is it always like this?” Jessa asked suddenly.
“Like what?”
“There aren’t any rules here.”
“Not the usual kind, no. But we have rules.”
“Yeah, Connor said everybody involved has to be willing.”
Alex nodded and ran his hands through tousled blonde curls.
“But how can it work? I thought places that let you do…” Jessa struggled to put words to the actions going on around her.
“You’re thinking of fancy swingers’ clubs. Those places full of beds and couches and people with tons of money.”
“I guess so.”
Alex shrugged. “Poor people want to have fun too.”
Jessa had no response to that. Will made good money. They were comfortable, more than comfortable. But the size of her credit card limit had very little to do with her personal tastes, although it seemed to determine what was appropriate and what was not.
“How important is it to let go and just be yourself, Jessa?” Alex asked softly.
“I’m not sure.”
His low laugh sent chills racing up and down her spine. “There should be nothing more important in your life than knowing who you are, love. Even if you can’t show that face to the world all of the time you have to have a place you can let it all hang out.”
Jessa thought about her brunch that morning with Kitty, Georgia, Courtney, and Anne. She remembered how stifled she felt in her prim knit pantsuit. But was it the pantsuit that made her stifled? Or was it who she felt she had to be while she wore it?
“People go to work every day and pretend, Jessa,” Alex murmured. “When they come here, they stop pretending. Some want to play. Others want to watch. And still others want to be watched.”
Across the room Jessa’s eyes were drawn to a burly construction worker. He sat in a hard-backed chair, gripping the naked ass of a buxom woman with short mouse-brown hair, who rode his cock as if there were no other place she’d rather be.
Alex’s eyes followed her gaze. “That guy has to take orders from his foreman all day long. But here, he’s king of the world. And her? She probably spends all day pretending she is a sexless woman with no thoughts or emotions of her own. She’s probably not much to look at. But right now, she’s hotter than fire and she’s rocking his world.”
Jessa was reminded of the country club set’s pastime of judging everyone who walked through the door. It was a place where the cut of your swimsuit could affect you for years. And whom you chose to have an affair with determined your permanent place in the pecking order.