My eyes widen.
He sucks his teeth. “Looks like we’ll have to test it. I don't want anyone to see my beautiful wife while being pleasured, so you had better stay quiet or I’ll stuff your mouth.”
Heat and curiosity mix in me. The thrill of being caught is something I never explored, but as I consider it, it’s stirring something else to life inside of me—something entirely new and exciting.
“Does that turn you on?” Rowan mutters in a whisper.
I nod.
He hums in approval before standing with me, and I scramble to hold onto him as he carries us closer to the door.
“What are you—” I hiss before he slaps his hand over my mouth again with a warning glint.
“Shh,” he shushes as he sets me down and turns me around so fast that my head spins. I'm facing the fogged glass, and I can see the outline of our guests. They're still standing close to the front doors as they converse, but I don't think they can see us.
Rowan covers my back, his frame swallowing me as his breath fans my ear. “Hands on the glass, Sunshine.”
I want to protest, and my husband must sense this, because he grips the nape of my neck before shoving me forward. My hands come up on reflex, pressing into the slippery glass as my cheek plants between them. My back is arched, and I can feel Rowan notching himself at my entrance.
“Remember,” he growls low. “If you make too much noise, I'm going to stuff that pretty mouth.”
I bite my lip, nodding. My eyes stay trained on our guests, a silent plea for them not to turn around as Rowan rocks forward, and my pussy stretches to fit him.
I garble a moan, trying to keep quiet as he sinks fully into me. There’s a beat where he stops like he's savoring the feeling of our connected bodies before his hand slaps over my right ass cheek in a stinging smack, and he draws back before slamming into me.
My cheek smooshes into the glass as my fingers slip. I can't hold onto anything, but that doesn't seem to be a problem as Rowan snatches my wrists in an iron grip and pins them to my back. His hips slap against mine, sending me into the glass as the wind is knocked from me with every thrust.
“You’re doing sogoodfor me, Sunshine," he praises in a rasp before giving my ass another hard slap that has my teeth grinding. The mix of pleasure and pain blurs together, awakening the side of me thatloveshow he handles me.
The people outside the glass begin to move. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as they get closer to our chamber.
“Rowan,” I hiss urgently as my pussy pulses around him.Fuck, this is turning me on. The idea of being caught is hotter than I ever could have dreamed of.
He switches his grip until he’s holding my bound wrists in one hand and using the other to shove his fingers past my lips. I choke on the invasion, tears dotting my lashes as he fucks me into the glass.
“I told you to befuckingquiet,” he snarls in my ear. “Now you’re going to choke on my fingers while you cum on my cock.”
My eyes roll back as it all becomes too much. The tether snaps, causing me to bite down on his digits as my orgasm explodes through me. A muffled, high-pitched moan leaves me, and Rowan yanks me away from the door just as the two guests turn towards us. They scurry past before disappearing into one of the rooms down the hall.
Rowan grunts, the sound barbaric and wild as he stills, and heat floods me. I rest my head back against his rising chest, loopy with the last dregs of my orgasm fizzing out.
Rowan cups my side before his nose brushes my ear, and I shiver. “Kneel for me, Sunshine.”
I don't question him as I sink to my knees before him. Something about giving up this power feels so freeing—like I can place myself in Rowan’s hands without worry.
He stands over me, those roaring ocean eyes burning into me with passion and devotion. He buries his fingers in my hair before rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
My lips part, and he spits into my mouth. It’s nasty and so erotic that it makes my thighs slick together as I shift.
“Swallow,” he commands before shoving his thumb past my lips. I suck on his finger, closing my eyes as I obey.
“So fucking obedient when you want to be,” he croons.
My eyes snap open, and my voice is muffled by his invasion. “Don’t get used to it.”
He hums softly as he smirks. “I wouldn't dream of it, Sunshine Girl.”
He handles me with care before drawing the curtain over the door. He situates himself on the bench before pointing to the spot between his feet.
