A Man After Midnight by Beth D. Carter Read Free Book Online

can’t help but be sorry that my marriage failed.”
    He reached for her hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin on top.  “The failure of a marriage is never one-sided.”
    “I know that.”
    “If it makes you any happier, I’m very glad you’re able to sit here with me today.”
    The touch of his skin upon hers caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach.  Her heart started thudding in excitement.  Why did she always want to jump his body every time he touched her?
    Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.  “I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I’m glad too.”
    He leaned, as if he planned to kiss her, but instead his lips found her ear to whisper, “Have you ever had sex in public before?”
    “Do you count last night at the club?”
    “That was delicious groping and mutual masturbation,” he said.  “I’m talking about hot, pounding sex where someone could see us at any moment.”
    The mental picture he put in her head made her juices flow.  She shifted on her seat to add pressure right on the spot between her thighs that needed it most.
    “Come on, Caroline,” he continued in an inviting tone.  “Remember how you felt last night?  The danger of possibly being discovered?  Didn’t it make you hot?  Wicked?  Wasn’t your climax more intense?  Mine was.”
    “Where?”   She breathed in rising lust.  She wasn’t going to pretend that his words didn’t affect her, nor was she going to play coy with what he implied.
    He looked around.  “Around the side of the building.  Follow me in five seconds.”
    Caroline watched him before taking a glance around to see if anyone eyed them, wondering why two people weren’t using the direct path to exit the outdoor patio area.  She couldn’t understand how no one could hear the frantic beat of her heart, or see the lust on her face.
    She rose and made her way casually after him.
    The walkway he led her to ran right along the side of the building.  Brick on one side and an iron fence on the other with vines twisted along it all the way down to the gated door.  On either end someone could walk up, find them, expose them, but the danger and potential discovery only made the juices flood Caroline’s panties even more.
    As she reached him, the clink of glasses and the tinkle of silverware against dishes only heightened the anticipation for what they were about to do.  Wren held out his hand and she took it, giving in to the lust that coursed through her veins.
    For a second he simply gripped her hand, staring intently into her face, and then he yanked her forward, turning her until she faced the brick wall.  He moved his big body behind her, his hard cock pressing into her ass.  He placed her hands above her head and held them with one hand.
    His other hand was already lifting her skirt and pushing her panties aside, finding a floodgate of desire all for him.  Caroline panted as he used one finger to slide up and down her slit, coating her pussy lips with her wetness.
    “I see this turns you on,” he whispered into her ear.  “Knowing at any second someone could look down this alley and see me getting ready to fuck you?”
    Caroline moaned, unable to form words.  Her heart felt like a hummingbird, beating almost uncontrollably.  She stuck her ass out as far as she could, and in response he ground his dick into it. 
    “You’re so fucking hot, Caroline,” he whispered again.  He slid his two fingers into her weeping cunt, eliciting another moan.
    “Shh,” he warned.  “Unless you want to be watched.  Do you, Caroline?”
    The mental image he invoked caused her to rock her hips as pure, untapped lust swept through her.  The wind blew through the small walkway, touching her smooth skin as if trying to cool the fire that threatened to consume her.  
    In response, Wren pumped his fingers, fucking her faster, using his
    hips to keep her as still as possible.  The few small movements she could make only teased her for