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A surge of excitement surprised Sloan. She wouldn’t have said she had a single exhibitionist tendency before today, but suddenly—here, now, with these people—she wanted nothing more than to demonstrate how Mark improved her.

He transformed her from a jilted, middle-aged divorcee to a fearless, feral Cougar on the prowl without trying.

She dragged the cascade of her hair across his satiny flesh, pleased when he hissed and clenched his hand on his thigh as though afraid he’d rocket from his place. With her head angled, she opened her eyes and gauged the reaction of their audience of two.

Sebastian had pivoted so his shoulders rested against the window and one leg propped on the seats while the other braced both his and Lynn’s weight on the floor. He held his fiancée on his lap, fondling her breasts through her clothes as he ground his cock against her ass.

Not a single shred of anxiety or awkwardness plagued Sloan when she caught the naked admiration in their gazes. Satisfied, she faced Mark one more time. “You want me to suck you? Right here, where anyone could see? Where your friends
will
see?”

“Fuck yes. Sloan,” he panted. “Put your mouth on me. Please.”

Chapter Six

Mark gaped at the gorgeous woman lingering near his cock. He couldn’t believe he’d asked her to suck him. Fucking begged like a starving man in front of his closest friends. He didn’t give a rat’s ass. If Sloan didn’t touch him in the next five seconds, he would die.

Her knuckles grazed his hard-on when she widened the gap of his fly, causing his pelvis to jerk reflexively. His abdomen flexed at the first contact of her supple skin. Sloan grinned then wrapped her dainty fingers around the base of his erection.

“Hurry, before someone comes,” he urged her as he angled his hips to give her optimal access.

“I
hope
someone comes,” Lynn teased from across the aisle. In his peripheral vision, Mark saw her hand disappear below her skirt, drawing a muffled curse from Sebastian. “The more the merrier.”

“I love it when you get dirty,
tesoro
.” Sebastian’s appreciative growl inspired Mark.

“Do it, Sloan. Let me show them how hot you make me.” He reclined farther into the cushion of the seat, granting her room to work. “This won’t take long. I’ve wanted you again since the moment I left your tight pussy this morning.”

Her eyes sparkled a moment before she attacked him. She opened her bright red lips and inhaled his cock, leaving scarlet stains as she glided along his shaft.

He could only moan and allow her to have her way with him, powerless to do more than relish her attention. When her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, she swallowed, caressing his blunt head with the muscles of her throat. Her tongue darted out to swipe over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

Five seconds after she’d started, Mark had to bang his skull on the headrest to keep from erupting all over her talented tongue. He never would have guessed being watched would rev his engine. She moved her hands to cover his wrists at his side, turning him on further. Knowing his friends observed such a remarkable woman servicing him filled him with pride.

Mark struggled to hang on when every swipe of her lips, bob of her head and suck of her mouth encouraged him to freefall. He lost track of the steady sway of the train car, the sounds of Lynn pleasuring herself and anything other than the woman devouring him.

His focus narrowed until she became the only thing in his universe. He pumped his hips, assisting her when she couldn’t quite reach the last fraction of an inch of his cock. Desire roiled in his balls, eager to be unleashed.

Each second he endured her torture, he lost more control. She added a hand, strangling the base of his dick as she concentrated on the sensitive head.

“Oh fuck.” He grunted. “Yes. More. There.”

His fingers splayed, out of his command, straight and spread. Shivers racked his body. One more pass of her talented tongue and he’d be over the edge.

An annoying noise almost distracted him from the bliss raining around him but he ignored the disturbance and concentrated on the pleasure Sloan gave him.

Until the sound recurred.

“Sloan!” Sebastian hissed from across the aisle way. “Get up. Someone’s coming. Move. Now!”

The thought of a stranger catching them in the act was more than Mark could bear. He tried to stop the tidal wave of rapture but he couldn’t. As Sloan pulled off his cock, semen gushed from his balls.

The first crest of his orgasm hit, contracting every muscle in his body. In slow motion, he watched Sloan’s eyes grow wide. She reacted with feline instincts as he sat, helpless, in the throes of one of the most powerful climaxes of his life.

She grabbed his cock, taking the first spurt of milky fluid across her hand as she straddled his thighs, her skirt draping over their laps. The second must have decorated the soft hair on her pussy as she guided him to her core. By the third, she sank onto his straining shaft, welcoming him home.

Sloan bit his neck, probably to prevent a scream, because, before he’d penetrated balls-deep, she went stiff in his arms. Her channel spasmed around him, squeezing several more blasts of come from his cock.

Mark clung to her, slamming his eyes shut, burying his face in her hair.

Somewhere far away, he heard Lynn cooking up a lame excuse for their behavior in broken English. It sounded as if she’d said they were upset, that he was comforting Sloan after bad news, but he couldn’t manage to care. Come still oozed from the head of his cock, embedded deep in his lover’s body.

Sloan trembled in his grip, her nails digging into his shoulders.

They stayed locked together, quiet, until Sebastian broke the silence. “He’s gone.”

Sloan sat up straight, putting a gap between their chests. He wished she hadn’t moved. He missed her heat and her softness over his heart.

“Sorry about that. Bad timing.” She kissed him sweetly.

His mind spun so much that he let her distract him for close to a minute before correcting her. “Perfect timing.
Dio
! Shooting deep into your pussy…”

He ended on a groan as an aftershock shook him.

“I almost didn’t make it in time.” She held up her palm for him to see. An opaque slash marked her pink skin. He leaned forward, intending to lick her clean when Lynn spoke up.

“Wait!” She panted. “He’s inside you right now?”

“Yes.” They both moaned together.

“Holy shit,” Sebastian muttered reverently.

“Don’t move,” Lynn suggested. “Enjoy it. Let me see your hand, Sloan.”

Mark looked to his lover with one eyebrow raised. Would she do it?

Sloan nodded. “I’m going to give it to her.”

The two women together packed a punch.

Sebastian groaned, drawing his attention. “What did we do to get so lucky,
amico
?”

“I don’t know.” Mark stroked Sloan’s hair, in awe of her. He gripped her wrist then extended it toward Lynn, who looked close to coming herself. Flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyelids half-closed, she’d enjoyed their show.

When Sloan’s fingers hovered below Lynn’s face, his best friend’s woman dipped her head and licked the line of come from start to finish until she’d gathered all the opalescent fluid onto her tongue.

Sloan’s pussy clamped around Mark as her orgasm extended, wringing another wave of pleasure from him. He expected Lynn to swallow the sample but instead she turned to her fiancé.

“Taste them,” she whispered before she sealed their lips in a kiss.

The moment Sebastian indulged in the delicacy, sucking his fiancée’s tongue into his mouth, Lynn exploded. She released a series of escalating moans that Sloan echoed.

Mark hugged his partner closer, supporting her through another round of ecstasy. Her pussy squeezed his softening cock so hard it slipped from her grip. They both groaned at the loss.

Sebastian’s eyes darted from Lynn to Mark to Sloan and back in an endless loop. He cursed in Italian then grunted as his orgasm struck. He humped Lynn’s covered ass while he emptied his balls in his shorts, inspiring a sigh from both women.

Mark had seen Bastian come hundreds of times before when they’d shared women, or jacked off to porn during late nights on the circuit. Something about this time was different.

Yeah, he’s never had your sperm in his mouth when he shot before.

He wondered if Sloan noticed his cock twitch against her thigh.

The secret smile spreading against his neck, where her face rested in the crook of his shoulder, proved she had. Too exhausted to deal with the fallout of their spontaneous, reckless behavior, he closed his eyes, snuggled Sloan close then drifted off for the remainder of the ride.

The day had hardly begun but he couldn’t image it ending much better than this.

* * * * *

Sloan shifted out of Mark’s hold when his light snores caused her smile. How could he be such a stallion and so adorable at the same time?

She retrieved her laptop from her bag and flipped it open. Trains here supplied free wireless internet connectivity. She could definitely grow accustomed to this.

When her browser popped open, a chain of new blog posts clogged the screen. A giggle escaped her chest, disturbing Mark a bit. He snuffled then adjusted his position to lean closer to her before returning to a regular pattern of deep breathing.

Sloan petted his thick hair then returned her attention to the
Tempt the Cougar
blog.

Lynn: Good morning, Cougars! I’m writing while hurtling across Asia on a bullet train with the man of my dreams. Ah, I live a tough life. All kidding aside, I’m really excited. Sebastian and I are headed to check out Cheung Chau island near Hong Kong for the sun and surf book I’m working on. And you’ll never guess who’s with us…yep, Sloan and Mark.

Holy crap, they’re disgustingly cute together! I took a picture with my cell camera, check it out. Awwww… Now they look sweet and innocent napping together, but I have to let you in on the real deal, girlfriends.

Hanging out on this group for a while, I’ve heard some fantastically steamy stories, but you ladies are never going to believe what happened today. I’ll let Sloan decide to share the deets if she wants, but I have to say, she’s officially the queen of the Cougars and my personal hero.

Rachel: Oh, damn, that sounds cougarlicious. Give us a hint or two to hold us over! Did she complete the Challenge?

Lynn: Uh-huh. Big-time. I could tell by their goofy grins this morning, but let’s just say I might have even witnessed proof of it myself.

Darci: You tease! Are you four getting nasty together? You’re both my heroes. Two hot hunks of Cougar bait at your beck and call, rawr!!!

Rachel: Bam chica wow wow. Go Sloan! Did you tell her about the other stuff, Lynn?

Lynn: Shhh, no. Not yet. Not like this.

Sloan: Looks like I picked a good time to dig out my laptop. What’s going on here? Don’t you ladies have your own Cougar bait to play with?

Darci: If it isn’t our newest superstar member. Don’t act all grumpy. We know you got banged until you were going off like a frog in a sock.

Sloan: Please tell me that’s an Aussieism? Can someone translate?

Lynn snickered from across the aisle. She whispered, “It means something similar to going bananas. You know, as if a frog got stuck in a sock.”

Sloan chuckled. “This has to be the best group of women in the world. Thank you for introducing me. I can’t wait for the next Romanticon so we can hang out in person.”

Sloan: Ah, Lynn explained, I got it now. Too funny. And, yep, that’s pretty much how it was. God, he’s amazing in bed and even better out of it. I can’t wait to hang out at the beach this afternoon. I brought a ton of books.

Rachel: Have a great time, ladies. And, Lynn, you better fess up or we’ll do it for you soon!

Lynn: You’re right. It’s the perfect opportunity. Let me do it my way, please. Oops, look at that. We’re pulling into the station. Gotta go. Toodles!

Sloan glanced up when the train slowed. She shot Lynn a poignant look then snapped the lid of her computer closed.

“Uh-oh, what are you two up to?” Sebastian winced when Lynn cast him a beatific smile.

“Nothing. Why would you say that?”

“Because I know you,
mio amore
.”

Lynn leaned over to kiss him until he forgot all about the calculating glint in his fiancée’s eye.

Sloan couldn’t be so easily distracted. What secret was the other woman keeping and how did it relate to her and Mark?

She swore she’d find out by the time they made it back to their apartments.

Chapter Seven

Sloan sighed as wind whipped her hair in front of her face. Mark stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her steady as they flew over the waves in a huge hydrofoil ferry.

The tourist transport vessel reminded her of her earlier study in contrasts. Garbage collectors lived in their work boats in Causeway Bay, which they’d departed from, surrounded by the high-rise buildings in Hong Kong’s financial district—some of the most amazing on Earth.

In the distance, she caught sight of a rich, green lump on the horizon. The blob quickly turned into a mixture of gray granite and lush vegetation swarmed by thousands of tiny fishing crafts, most barely bigger than a canoe. She swore she’d never seen so many boats in all her life. The bright, painted dinghies formed a mass tight enough to walk across, extending several hundred feet from the shore.

“The fishermen have all brought their early morning catches in for the dinner rush.” Lynn spoke above the gusting air to fill her in.

“But it’s not even lunchtime. Are there enough people living here to sustain all this?” She waved her hand toward the jumble.

“No. A bunch of the seafood will go back on this ferry to exclusive restaurants in Hong Kong for tonight’s specials. Many of the people below deck are buyers. The ones who pay top dollar will score the cream of the crop. Though typically even the lower tiers are amazing here.” Lynn licked her lips. “I’m looking forward to including a few dining recommendations in this section of the book. We might have to taste stuff from a handful of places.”