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wanted
to slip them off and have me in that clearing, I wouldn’t stop him. In fact,
with every finger of his that he dragged along my skin, I became more
determined to have him under that dusky Thai sky until the sun had set and we
were under a blanket of stars.
     
    And then I
heard a cough.
     
    Jack’s eyes
popped open at the same time as mine, and I almost laughed from the startled
expression on his face.
     
    But then I
looked over his head. “Uh oh.”
     
    “Tell whoever
it is to fuck off,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on me.
     
    “I’m afraid I
can’t do that. Believe me, I would if it were anybody else but-”
     
    Jack turned
his head around and looked at the large party of monks in the middle of the
field. “Damn.”
     
    I scooted off
his lap and sat down beside him, smoothing my hair away from my face. 
     
    “They don’t
know how lucky they are,” he said. “If they’d come five minutes later they
would’ve been traumatized by what they would’ve seen me doing to you.”
     
    I swallowed,
daring not to ask what he’d had in mind while knowing it didn’t matter. I never
would’ve stopped him.
     
     
     

Chapter
9: Jack
     
     
    Fucking monks.
They were everywhere.
     
    So much for
unraveling Audrey in the middle of that field.
     
    Sure, it was
the first time I’d ever been genuinely unhappy to see them. But considering the
ache in my swollen dick, taut against my zipper like an angry snake, it was a
grudge I might be holding for a while.
     
    Worst of all, I
knew she wanted it- maybe even as bad as I did. I could fucking tell by the way
her tongue submitted to me in her mouth.
     
    If I asked her
to turn around, she would’ve done it. If I asked her to water my dick with her
mouth, she would’ve obliged. And if I told her to spread her legs and come in
my mouth, she would’ve been too aroused to do anything but give me what I ultimately
wanted… proof of her pleasure lining my throat and dripping off the tip of my
dick.
     
    Damn it!
     
    Her pussy was
probably already as wet as her mouth and just as hungry. And the thought of her
sitting there and dripping into her panties seemed like such a waste it made my
balls hurt.
     
    I bent my legs
and rested my elbows on my knees, trying to take deep breaths to get my heart
rate- and my dick- down.
     
    Meanwhile, out
of the corner of my eye, I could see Audrey watching the monks with the same
curious intensity that everyone did when they weren’t used to seeing them. After
all, there was something compelling about the sight of their bald heads and
their simple golden robes.
     
    “Who knows how
long they’ll have to meditate to forget the image of my hands on your ass,” I
said, shaking my head.
     
    “The stuff of
nightmares, indeed,” she said, turning her back on them. “But coughing?
Seriously? Do they have no tact?”
     
    “They’re Holy
Men, Audrey. You don’t need tact if you believe God’s on your side.”
     
    “But they’re
Buddhist.”
     
    “You’re
right,” I said, leaning back on my arms. “There’s no excuse. Should I ask them
to leave?”
     
    “No, they’re
probably just here for the show.”
     
    “I would
imagine.”
     
    “Which
confirms that it’s not a private striptease.”
     
    I smiled. “Sorry
to disappoint.”
     
    “There’s
always later,” she said, giving my arm a little nudge. “Though I hate when I
don’t get to see all the previews.”
     
    “Don’t worry. There’s
plenty more where that came from.”
     
    Audrey scooted
her round ass forward and leaned back, mirroring my pose so she could look up
at the sky. “So what am I looking at?”
     
    “Nothing yet.”
     
    “Or for?”
     
    Her tits were
like ripe melons and I was only a foot away from having my face buried in them.
I imagined tweaking her nipples so hard she’d gasp, her voice disappearing into
the night sky as quickly as the pain.
     
    “Trust me,” I
said. “When the show starts, you’ll