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She nods quickly, eyes locked forward and breath caught in her throat. Her entire body is alive with tension.

“Christ, you’re beautiful when you’re turned on.” The words slip from my lips without thinking, but I’m unsure if she even hears me, she’s too focused.

We watch in awe, and Anna’s hand inches up, caressing the arm I have wrapped tight across her waist, and she threads her fingers with mine and slowly guides it lower, bringing it to the hem of her skirt, then dipping underneath. My own pulse pounds and I inhale. She releases my hand, then lifts her arm to cup behind the back of my neck, holding on to me like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.

I remove my palm from her mouth, allowing her to speak in case she wants to tell me to stop. Under her skirt, I brush over the lace stockings and underwear covering her pussy and she rolls her hips. Fucking hell. I trace a snagged hole on her inner thigh and hook my thumb along the edge. Anna sucks in a breath as I tug upward, ripping the material from her thigh to the band that circles her waist.

“Say stop at any time,” I remind her, and she nods.

I use my left forearm like a bar across her middle to hold her in place again while my right hand slips under the torn material. I cup her thigh and squeeze the warm flesh in my large palm, loving the way her trembling legs part wider for me.

Even if nothing comes from tonight, I want her to experience this, and I want to be the one to give it to her. Her arousal is palpable. It’s the first time I’ve felt safe enough to drop my guard and put my needs second. It’s not until this moment that I realize how much I trust her, and it amplifies everything I’m feeling right now.

I take my time, skating my fingers along the edge of her underwear. Her nails dig into my nape. It feels amazing, and takes an enormous amount of focus to not growl against her neck and bite.

“Keep going,” she whispers.

My heart hammers like never before, and if this is getting a strong reaction out of me, sleeping with her might actually kill me. Whatever, I’ve lived long enough. I slip my hand into her panties, allowing my touch to ghost over her pussy, she presses into me, exhaling, and I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to rein in some control.

I love the way excitement thrums through her veins.

My middle and ring finger part her lips, drawing circles over her clit, and she exhales a tiny whimper. “So wet for me . . .” She feels like warm fucking silk and is absolutely soaked.

Eric moves his wife to all fours, then slaps her ass before spreading her cheeks and shoving himself inside her. At the same time, I sink my fingers into Anna. Her knees buckle and I yank her closer. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. I’ve got you.”

The sound of clapping skin echoes around us as he starts pounding into Brandi. She reaches back, her mouth dropping open and moaning as she takes it from behind.

I press my lips to her neck. “Do you see the look on her face? How much she loves it?”

“Uh-huh,” she breathes. Her lashes flutter, and I can’t help the arrogant smirk that pulls at my lips.

My fingers are thick enough to feel snug inside her, but when she clenches down . . . Unreal.

“That’s it. Squeeze my fingers.” Goddamn, she’s tight. “You’re doing so good.”

I notice myself smiling, and becoming, surprisingly . . . sentimental? I’m just so fucking proud of her, and don’t take a second of this for granted. How far she must have come to let another man touch her, and what an honor it is to be him. My brow furrows at the emotion bursting in my chest. It’s confusion, arousal, and need. Fucking bizarre.

I alternate between stroking her clit and delving inside her, and every time I sense her getting close, I switch. It’s quite entertaining to watch her squirm and struggle to remain quiet. I scrape my teeth along the column of her neck as she shivers, breathing in the faint aroma of her shampoo and the crisp autumn air.

I recall her scent from her underwear when she was in the shower, and I can only imagine how good she would feel against my tongue. “I want to know what you taste like.” She’s addictive, sexy, and everything I crave. “To lick, suck, tease you with my mouth.”

Her jaw drops and I consider actually letting her come this time, except a loud voice calls out a few rows over. “Hey! What the hell is going on over here?”

Anna jumps and Eric’s hand shoots out, extinguishing the lantern and shrouding everything in darkness, as a flashlight beam cuts through the tall stalks. They scramble to get clothes on as I slip out of her underwear and grab her hand. “Run.”

We bolt through the maze, laughing breathlessly as we sprint down the narrow paths, Anna yanks me off to the side, weaving us through the walls of stalks and into the main cornfield. We tear down the long straight row, dirt crunching under our feet as we race away from the maze.

“This way,” Anna says, and we cross through two aisles of corn until we break out of the field and find ourselves standing at the far end of the graveyard.

“Holy shit,” I say, out of breath and huffing a laugh. “That was fun.”

We laugh like two teenagers after escaping trouble. Anna bends forward slightly, hands on her knees. “That was—” She pauses to inhale. “—insane.”

The laughter fades slowly between us, and she straightens, her eyes linger on mine, and the look she gives me stops me cold. She’s not embarrassed or even flustered—she’s needy—she wants to finish.

“I’m not even close to being done with you,” I say quietly.

One second we’re standing there under the moon, air still buzzing with the adrenaline of running through the maze, the next my hands are on her, threading my fingers into her hair with one hand, the other pressed to the small of her back and pulling her closer until there’s no space between us. She tilts her face up just as I lean down, and for a split second I hesitate, not because I don’t want to kiss her, but because I’ve been thinking about it ever since I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip.