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almost imperceptible, but the other man had angled his body just so. So unless Melanie stared at Judd, she wouldn’t be able to tell he was watching what was happening on the couch.
    Oh, but he was watching.
    When Will had watched Melanie directing her movers way back when she’d moved in—way back when he and Amber were still together—he’d had to perfect that nope, not looking look. She had been out in her stretchy black pants and an oversized t-shirt, and he’d been a goner. Hadn’t even met her and he’d wanted to punch out every leering sonofabitch who got to see her ass in those tights as she bent over to retrieve boxes, lamps, whatever.
    Will kept an eye on Judd’s impassive face as he slid his finger under the strap one more time before edging his finger down, down into the wide scoop of her top. Down until he had his finger on a tight little nipple. Will watched the muscle in Judd’s jaw tic, but the guy never so much as altered his breathing pattern.
    Tilting his head, he nuzzled the side of Melanie’s neck, and her nipple went from tight to damn near adamantine. Yeah, she liked it when he did that. But she’d like this even more.
    “He’s watching your pretty tits right now. Probably wondering what color your nipples are. How good you taste.” A rosy flush spread down her chest, and it made her freckles even more pronounced. Only he knew her nipples were surrounded by cinnamon-colored skin, the color of her lightest freckles. Only he knew that her nipples turned berry pink when she was aroused. That if he played and sucked on them, her creamy breasts would be tipped with the juiciest berries.
    “Will…” His name came out on a sigh and her hand slid down his abs.
    It was his turn to sigh when her hand just skimmed over his erection. “That’s right. Take what you want, honey. Only I get to taste you tonight. Only I get to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”
    He looked up, and Judd had turned in the chair without him—or Melanie—even noticing. And he just sat there, hand around his water bottle. Watching.
    Will scooped Melanie’s breast out of her top and she moaned. High and needy and music to his depraved ears. Rolling one nipple between two fingers, he bent down to nip at the curve of her other breast, still hidden behind the white cotton. He lapped and sucked at her until that nipple was as needy as the first. Until her head was thrown back on the couch, eyes tight.
    “Are you sure this is what you want, honey? Do you want me to fuck you right here?” His words were low, just for her. The flicker of the television now lit her skin, bathing her in a blue-white glow.
    And Judd still watched.
    Just when he thought she was going to call it off, that this was the limit they dared to push, Melanie turned her head, opened her eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”
    Her hand tightened on his cock, and Will all but forgot about Judd.
    In a flash, he had Melanie sitting astride him, riding the ridge of his erection while he freed her other breast from her top. It was a crude corset, those skinny straps straining as the neckline plunged below her breasts, pushing them onto an obscene shelf. And he sucked at her so hard she cried out and grabbed at his hair.
    When he started to pull back, she offered up her other breast for the same treatment and ground down on him. “Hard.”
    He scraped his teeth across her and gently pulled on her flesh, her nipple elongating into a turgid peak he soothed with the flat of his tongue.
    “More, oh, God, Will.”
    She’d started shaking, her hips moving in jerky, arrhythmic movements that were somehow sexier than any slow, graceful grind. He bit the underside of her breast, and she fell apart in his arms, under his mouth. His hands soothing up and down her back as she rode out the last of her climax.
    Finally, she looked at him, eyes glassy and a little sex drunk, and gave him a smacking kiss before grabbing his cock. “Batter