Page 78 of The Floral Arrangement

Still teasing one of my breasts with her hand, Roz slid her other hand down my stomach and trailed her fingers in patterns around my inner thigh. Her hand was so close to the ache that was now becoming all-consuming.

“Eyes up,” she directed.

As I looked up, her face was suddenly illuminated by the lights of a car driving down Main Street, shining through the store windows, and I froze.

I’d gotten so carried away I hadn’t thought about the fact that Roz might not be the only person to see me standing naked in Sapphire Blooms. It was late, and this section of Main Street was usually quiet at night, but it was a Friday, and the pub and the local bar would still be open. Some car and foot traffic would not be unusual.

I stared at Roz, who calmly walked me back to the door, so I was pressed up against it again.

“There,” she whispered. “You’re safe here.”

I glanced to the side. Roz was right. No one would be able to see me here. Even still, an unexpected thrill shot down my spine. “This is… The threat of being discovered is actually quite hot. I think I may have discovered a new kink tonight.”

“Let me know if you discover any others,” Roz said, then her tongue slipped into my mouth.

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the heat of her mouth. She grabbed my right breast firmly, pinching my nipple between her fingers, and I moaned again.

Just then, the sound of people laughing and talking outside reached my ears. My eyes widened. Roz placed a finger to my lips.

“You will just need to be very still and very quiet,” she murmured.

Before I realized what was happening, she sank to the ground, all the while continuing to tease my breast with one hand and maintain eye contact with me.

I sucked in a breath. Roz Kennedy—proud, confident, sometimes infuriating, smoking hot Roz Kennedy—was on her knees in front of me. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her white shirt was splayed open, offering a tantalizing peek of her cleavage between the cups of her bra.

“Spread your legs,” Roz ordered as the noises outside grew louder. She trailed her fingers down the crease of my inner thigh.

I obeyed, and Roz turned her attention to the brown curls between my legs, her fingers running gently over my clit before slipping farther in. She coated the fingers of her right hand in my hot wetness, and then circled my clit, setting all my nerve endings on fire. She pinched my nipple with her left hand, and I gasped, closing my eyes as the sensations rolled over me. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. Roz continued working my clit and my nipple at the same time, until I could hardly bear it anymore.

Her left hand abandoned my breast and firmly slid down my body. I opened my eyes to find Roz staring up at me, her gaze intense. She moved her fingers to my opening.

“Can I fuck you with my fingers?” she rasped, her voice thick.

Another wave of desire shot through me, almost knocking me off balance. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, bracing myself against the door.

Roz stared up at me as she pushed her fingers in, circling my clit with the thumb of her other hand as she did so.

My legs trembled. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, parting my legs farther to give her better access.

Roz held my gaze as she slowly moved her fingers in and out, her thumb gradually increasing the pressure and speed against my clit. I whimpered, pressing the palms of my hands against the wall.

Roz began to drive her fingers harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure washing over me. I let out another moan, my head dropping back against the door.

Through the haze of pleasure, I heard voices approaching again.

I looked down at Roz. “I’m so close.”

“They can’t see you.” Roz thrusted her fingers even faster, her thumb increasing the intensity on my clit at the same time. “If you don’t make a sound, they’ll never know.”

The voices were so close now, and so was I.

The people talking outside were about to walk past, completely oblivious to the fact I was having the best sex of my life only feet away from them, on the other side of the door. A shot of adrenaline rushed through me.

Roz gazed at me with pure, unadulterated lust burning in her eyes. She slipped in another finger, and I was gone, tipping over into ecstasy. It took all my willpower not to cry out as the orgasm wracked my body. I pushed my head against the door, closing my eyes and riding the waves of pleasure as Roz continued her thrusts, trying to stabilize my quaking thighs by pressing my weight against the wood.

The voices receded as my orgasm tapered off, leaving me gasping for air and feeling like my body might melt into a puddle on the floor.

Roz clambered to her feet and leaned in, placing one hand on the door next to my head.

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