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“Someone is coming. Just sit still.”

She tensed, but she didn’t try to get off me, and I was grateful. Her eyes were on me, and I watched the color in her cheeks grow deeper and her pussy contract.

“Do you like the thrill, Angel? Knowing someone is going to jog by us and see you on my lap but not know that my cock is buried deep inside you?”

“Flynn,” she moaned softly, her hips circling slightly.

The footfalls were growing louder and I thrust my hips upwards sharply. She sucked in a sharp breath, and I smiled at the way she barely kept silent.

“They’re almost here, baby. Someone is going to come right past us and think we’re sitting here having a nice, romantic picnic, and they’re not going to know that your tight little pussy is strangling my cock, trying to milk me for all I’ve got.”

Her eyes rolled back, her hips gyrating again and I gritted my teeth. Fuck, she liked this a lot. My Chiara was not the good girl I originally thought she was. Or at least, she wouldn’t be any more when our time together ended.

“Are you ready, baby? They’re coming,” I whispered, slipping a hand between her legs again to stroke her clit. She made a strangled sound of pleasure as she tried desperately not to moan, and I watched her face as I continued to stroke her.

The jogger came around a bend then, earphones in, shirt sweaty from exertion. With the way we were angled and the fact that we were on top of a small hill, I knew he wouldn’t be able to see Ara’s dress pulled down to reveal her breasts, and so I had no intention of covering her up.

It took him a few seconds to spot us, and I waved to him when he jerked his head in hello. I circled Ara’s clit faster now, harder, feeling her pussy clench and tighten around me.

“He’s right there, baby, going about his day and he has no ideayou’re about to come on my cock,” I said quietly, almost panting with the restraint it took to hold back.

“Flynn,” she moaned eyes closed and head thrown back.

“Come for me, Ara. Come on my cock where anyone could see,” I ordered, stroking her harder, faster, feeling her hips jerk against me as she lost the fight to stay still.

“That’s it, come, Ara. I want to feel your pussy drench my cock.”

She leaned forward and bit my shoulderhardas I felt her pussy clench around my dick like a fucking vice.

“Yes, good, Ara. You’re a fucking dream.” I groaned and pressed my face to the side of her neck as my balls drew up and I came hard and fast.

The jogger was almost gone now, but I didn’t miss the way he threw another look over his shoulder at us before he disappeared. Yeah, okay, so he probably figured it out.

But I wouldn’t tell Ara that. She’d be mortified. Besides, I highly doubted he would recognize us.

“He’s gone,” I whispered breathlessly, and she moaned again, louder this time, rocking her hips harder against me, riding out the waves of her orgasm. Fucking hell. I dropped my head back against the trunk of the tree and struggled to draw a breath.

My gaze stayed on her, and I wanted to take a photo of her so damn bad. She was sitting on my lap, dress spread around her, but her top was pulled down, exposing her breasts, and her cheeks were flushed with release. Her head was tipped back, her long hair tumbling over her shoulders and back. She was a fucking vision.

“All these years and I never knew what I was missing,” I whispered shakily, soaking in the radiance that was her.

“Think we should have started up sooner?” she asked, laughing.

I groaned when her muscles clenched around me and grinned. “Fuck yes, we should have, alongtime ago.”

“You know what the solution to that is, right?” she asked.

“What?”

She grinned. “Maybe we do this some more off the island? Because there’s no way I can go back home to boring sex,” she asked with a shaky laugh.

And just like that, it was like someone threw ice water in my face.

Chapter Thirteen

Chiara

“Flynn?”

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