What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) Read Online Free Page B

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would I need to hold on to your head?”
    “When I lick and suck
the juices from your inner thighs, my head and the wall will be two
of your three points of contact.”
    “Really? And what
would be the third?”
    “My shoulders under
your legs.”
    Heat flushes my face.
This man has given me a mental orgasm, and I just want to get away.
    I move to the side to
allow him to walk past me, and he does. I turn to the stepper I was
stalking; and when I take that first step my legs are noodles. This
man hasn't even touched me yet. Yet? No effin way! He’s caused me
to lose focus. Thirty minutes, and then I'm getting out of here. I
start with a higher incline because my legs need to feel the burn.
    Ten minutes into my
workout, I'm stepping and listening to my music. I see a man dive
into the pool, and he's swimming like a fish. He looks like he's a
professional swimmer. His body is solid, but I can't see his face. He
swims two laps and only comes up for air briefly on each lap. He
finally stops, and I'm staring when I notice his ear has a nice chocolate diamond. He covers his face with both hands and clears away
the excess water. That's when I notice those cat-like eyes from
Friday. I squint again like a ninety-year-old, and tilt my head to
the side. It's him. The pool guy from Friday is the ass who
strong-armed me in the café. The fucking arrogant douche who drives
my car. The perv who wants to lick my inner thighs. Damn. He's
looking at me with his head tilted and a smirk on his lips. He’s
getting me wet just off eye contact. I'm done.
    I head directly for the ladies locker room, stopping to get my towel, before stepping into the steam room. After sliding the door shut, I sit with my back against the wall, close my eyes and cover my face with the towel. After a few minutes, someone joins me. I hear heavy breathing, and I pull the towel off my face, squinting to see through the fog. After a couple of seconds my eyes focus and I'm startled by the vision before me.
    “Get out!”
    Pool guy is in the
ladies’ steam room stroking himself. Not quite jerking off; but a
sensual stroke, and I take the time to actually notice this. My
vagina has a mind of her own and defies me; she notices it too.
    “Please, get out,”
I whisper.
    “What's wrong,
honey?”
    “Not my name.”
    “Oh, but it fits
you.”
    “Please leave,” I
say again. He's now at full erection, and I'm not trying to look.
Really, I'm not. He's a bit bigger than Bryant is. At least a full
inch larger in girth, and maybe one, one and a half inches in length.
Pool guy could do some damage to my goodies, and I'm not having that.
I slowly rise from the bench; I don't know what to expect from this
psycho. Really sexy psycho. I'm not scared of him per se, and I'm not
sure why I'm not. I’m scared of the way my body is reacting. I'm
scared someone might walk in.
    “I'll leave if you do
one thing for me.”
    “You don't even know
me.”
    “That's what makes
this so stimulating.”
    “Can you just go,
please?”
    “You like the way my
cock looks?” He looks right into my eyes.
    “Can you please just
go?” My breathing has picked up.
    “Answer the question,
honey.”
    “Please, just go. I
won't report any of this.”
    His expression turns
serious, like at the café. He takes two steps toward me, and I
freeze and squeeze my eyes closed. He's so close to my face I can
feel him there.
    “What will you
report, honey?”
    “Nothing,” I
whisper.
    “No, you can report
whatever you like, but what would that be, honey?”
    “Nothing,” I
whisper again.
    “Honey?”
    “Not my name,” I
say, trying to steady my voice.
    “Tell whoever you
like that I stroked my cock, and it turned you on. Didn't it, honey?”
    His voice is deep and
throaty.
    “You don't have to
speak, honey. You can nod your head if you like. Now, let's try this
again. When you report me, tell them I stroked my cock in front of
you, and it soaked your joggers. Tell them it made your pussy