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locking his in a vise grip.
    She’d stated she wanted to watch. In this room, that need was not only indulged but encouraged.
    Several leather couches of varying lengths, large armchairs, and long, wood tables dotted the large room. Dim light from three sconces deepened the shadows in the black-painted room. On the wall nearest them, a bartender served drinks to the twenty or so people occupying the area. The ages of the men and women ran the gamut from early twenties to early sixties, and they wore tuxedoes, expensive dresses, jeans, and slinky mini-dresses that barely covered their asses. Several lounged on the couches, drinks in hand. Some men had women perched on their laps, hands casually fondling breasts or sliding between parted, bare legs. Others leaned against the walls or crowded into the corners, their grunts and low cries peppering the air.
    But none of them were the focal point of the room.
    The naked couple behind the glass wall held that honor.
    The couple, a well-built man, his dark hair cut close to his head, and a slim, blonde woman with breasts too buoyant to be real, stretched out on a wrought-iron bed that wouldn’t have been out of place in a country bed and breakfast. The bed rested on a raised platform and was turned sideways so the audience had an unhindered view. The large, white pillows and eyelet blankets added a sweetness to the sin taking place on top of them.
    Looming over his woman, the man drew a berry-colored nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard on the tip, she cried out, her back arching. A large hand slid down her flat stomach and disappeared between her legs, stroking bare flesh, already glistening with moisture. Without releasing her nipple, he spread her thighs wider, pressing them flat to the bed so their audience had a perfect, erotic view of his thick fingers sliding through her flushed, pink lips and dipping into her pussy. Even through the glass partition, her cry of pleasure reached them.
    A shudder rippled through Harper, and he gently shook his hand free from hers and placed both of his on her hips, steadying her.
    “R-Rion,” she stammered, inching backward. He pressed his chest to her back, notched his cock against the high rise of her ass and the dip in her spine. Unlike before, he didn’t try to hide her effect on him. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. What she would take in her mouth and pussy before the night was over. She released a small whimper but didn’t move. Didn’t flee the room. That sign of need, of trust , made his flesh harden more until he damn near resembled stone.
    “This is the voyeur room,” he murmured in her ear. “Look around, Harper. All these people have the same desire as you. To watch others fuck. They love it; they get off on it. Just like you.” He shifted her toward the back of the room and, pressing his spine to the wall, widened his legs and drew her between them. Her gaze was riveted to the sensual scene being played out in front of them. Her chest rose and fell on rapid breaths, her fingers twisting in front of her. He covered her hands with one of his own, halting the nervous fidgeting.
    In the adjoining room, the man eased to the floor and knelt between his woman’s legs. As if presenting a beautiful, priceless treasure, he spread her legs wide, allowing them to see her swollen, wet folds. Taking pride in her restless grinding of hips, arching back, and needy plucking at her own nipples, he trailed his lips up one calf and down a toned, pale thigh, toward her pussy. In front of him, tension entered Harper’s frame, and she stilled. And when the man bypassed the woman’s sex, instead repeating his caress on her other leg, Harper’s frustrated sigh echoed the other woman’s growl. Again, that tension crept back into her frame when the man neared his partner’s drenched flesh. This time, his tongue licked a slow path up her slit, flicking the clit. Several long, lust-filled groans filled the room. Including one from