Candace frowned. Lindsay had been unable to join them for lunch and she could only assume she was still too busy to quit for the night. “Is your project going okay? Do you need help?”
“No,” Anna rushed out. “We’re right on schedule. But my masonry guy doesn’t want to leave smack-dab in the middle of the…job.”
Okay, so why did she pause before saying job? What exactly was going on in there anyway? Not that it was any of Candace’s business. After all, she’d broken the pact. Or had she? Did oral sex count as breaking the pact? Nah, she didn’t think so. She’d simply dented it. Only full-blown intercourse counted as breaking it, right?
And if she’d gone so far as to dent it…
“Will you be driving home tonight?” Anna asked.
“Yeah, why? Do you want me to wait and give you a lift?”
“No, I just wouldn’t want to keep you up with any noise next door. Laying brick can get noisy.”
“No worries, I’m heading home.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, a twinkle in her eye as she disappeared. Feeling fatigued, Candace carried her brushes to the washtub on the main level, off the laundry area, and rinsed them out. Once her task was complete, she pulled off her coveralls, hopped into a warm shower and washed herself up before heading back to the room to climb into a fresh pair of clothes, which she always brought with her when there was a possibility of staying overnight on a job. She moved through the old inn in search of Pamina but when she couldn’t find her, she stepped out into the night.
A refreshing burst of cool evening air brushed over her, giving her a second wind, and her eyes went from Marc’s van to the track and back to his van again. There was nothing she liked better than a brisk run after sunset, then maybe she’d grab something to eat.
She wondered if Marc was interested in eating with her…
Marc paced in his van with half of his brain kicking his ass for his stupidity at the lake and the other half unable to stop thinking about the way Candace had felt in his arms or tasted on his tongue. Wincing, he threw himself into his small desk chair and ran his hands through his hair, noting that the erotic scent of her still lingered on his skin. Jesus…
Restless in his wobbly seat, he moved from side to side and turned on his security monitors. Apprehension moved through him as he zeroed in on the camera overlooking the lake. Son of a bitch! He’d been so caught up in the moment he’d forgotten the camera had been on them, recording their every salacious action. He held his hand over the delete button, knowing he had to remove any evidence of them together, but then suddenly, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it just yet. Perhaps a quick look, purely for research purposes, he assured himself, to confirm that the cameras were in working order before he deleted the entire file. He hit the rewind button, taking it back to the exact time he’d jumped into the water.
The erotic sight of him pleasuring Candace came on screen and he immediately hardened. His cock thickened and his balls tightened, demanding he finally do something about his rock-hard erection before he went off like a supernova.
Groaning and feeling like a hormonal teenager, he slipped his hands inside his shorts, gripped his cock and began to stroke himself. Hard. If he wanted to get his mind back on the job, the only way to do it was with a clear head. Both of them. And if this was the answer, then so be it.
When he heard Candace’s cries of ecstasy, he pumped faster, the need to release the brewing pressure inside him growing at an alarming rate. Another low groan crawled out of his throat as he worked his palm over his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his wild imagination take him back to that lake with Candace.
Erotic visions of the way she’d offered herself to him filled his thoughts; her pussy poised at his mouth and his fingers pumping inside her and brushing over her G-spot until she quaked with urgency. Jesus he loved how he’d made her quake.
He opened his eyes in time to watch the way he licked her pussy, his face moving between her thighs and inching open her swollen lips as he ravished her sweet spot. With his senses exploding he dragged in air and knew his orgasm was only a stroke away. His hands began to work harder over his dick as he fantasized how it would feel to slide his cock into her tight sex, and pump in and out of her until they both shattered into a million pieces, their orgasms overtaking them and leaving them drained, sated.
“Fuck…” He moaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sac and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, he bit down on his bottom lip, his brain no longer functioning.
But then, seconds before he found release, a knock came on his door and had his mind careening back. He grunted something incoherent, summoned what little brainpower he had left and flicked off the monitors, praying that whoever was on the other side of that door hadn’t heard anything.
The knock came again, and he worked to stuff his swollen cock back into his shorts and adjust his T-shirt to hide the huge bulge.
“Marc, are you in there?”
Holy hell!
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, just a second,” he bit out and drew on an old teenage trick, thinking about sports and old television shows, in an effort to shrink his erection.
“Is everything okay?”
Hell no, everything wasn’t okay. Here he was whacking off in a van while he watched himself pleasure his boss’s daughter on video. Not only that.
