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thighs were taut with effort, Bradley doing all the
work, his hands at her waist, his hips pumping.
    Eyes squeezed tightly shut with pleasure, she
moaned. “Oh baby. Yes, yes.”
    He was hard. How could he not be as he
watched a gorgeous woman getting fucked, the scent of her sex in
the air. Yet, he was also detached. Unmoving. Unfeeling.
    “He can’t do you like this. He’s too old. He
probably needs Viagra.” Bradley. Asswipe.
    Clay had taught her the delights of that
position, especially with the vibrator. She came hard when she rode
him like that.
    “No, never like this,” she agreed, then
gasped. “Oh God, you can’t imagine how much better this is than
anything he ever does to me.”
    Watching, Clay merely breathed deeply.
    “I love fucking you in his bed.” Bradley
punctuated with a grunt. “You’re going to think about me while he’s
fucking you.”
    Ruby moaned. Her legs began to quiver, a sure
sign of impending orgasm, and sensing it, Bradley pumped harder,
pile-driving inside her.
    He pondered whether to let them finish. In
the end, he decided it was a cheap shot to cut them off right at
the best part.
    Ruby cried out, wailed, in fact—she’d
probably hate knowing she wailed when she came—and humped him. From
his vantage point, Clay could see the pulse of Bradley’s orgasm
through his cock. Thank God she’d made him wear a condom at
least.
    “Oh fuck,” Bradley said on a moan, his arms
flopping against the mattress, his body going slack, even as Ruby
continued to quiver on top of him.
    And Clay began to clap.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Ruby shrieked, and Bradley practically threw
her off. Rolling from the bed, he grabbed his jeans and stuffed
himself into them without even removing the condom.
    “Don’t rush away on my account,” Clay
drawled. “Didn’t Ruby tell you I like to watch? Especially since
you’re so much better at it than I am, me being so old, of
course.”
    The asshole yelped his dick caught in the
zipper.
    “Clay, you scared me.” Ruby put her hand to
her chest, her skin still flushed. She didn’t jump for her clothes.
All she did was lean back on an elbow, her legs still spread, the
vibrator between them. “Why didn’t you work out for your usual two
hours?”
    “I wanted to come home and catch you in the
act.”
    She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I wanted
you to come home after it was all over and smell the come on the
bed.”
    Meanwhile, Bradley had unzipped his cock,
zipped back up properly, and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He
looked around madly, his chest heaving and his eyes wide when he
realized the only way out was through the doorway in which Clay
stood.
    Bradley looked to Ruby for rescue. “I really
should go,” he said.
    Clay grinned at him. “Yes, you really
should.”
    Then he stepped aside, and Bradley ran out as
if Clay had lit a fire beneath his ass. He’d certainly never shown
that much urgency over his work.
    The front door slammed. Clay didn’t say a
word in the echo of it.
    Ruby pouted. “You spoiled my surprise.”
    He didn’t know whether she was pretending
that she’d intended to tell him what she’d been doing in their bed,
or if she’d truly planned to surprise him with come-scented
sheets.
    He looked at her, trying to see right into
her head. “What part of not in the house and no one at
work don’t you understand?”
    She flapped her hand at him. “Oh, honey, you
know we needed some spicing up.” She wrinkled her nose, then
smiled. He’d never met a woman who could have such down-and-dirty
sex and never mess up her lipstick. “I wanted to drive you wild
when you got home from the gym all sweaty and sexy.”
    She’d broken his rules, fucked on his desk,
fucked in his bed, and all with a man he had absolutely no respect
for. He understood the real message she was sending. She’d lost all
respect for him, too. He’d given her freedom; it hadn’t been
enough. Or it had been too much.
    “Is that what you do with