“Of course not.”

“No one laughs at Shade Silverton.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

“Do they laugh at Jacob Silverton? Because he’s f**kin’ hilarious. Mad sex skills. Oh Lord.” Amanda looped both arms around his neck and buried her nose against his throat. She inhaled deeply, and her eyelids fluttered in bliss. Even with the hint of hot-tub chlorine on his skin, she couldn’t get enough of the man’s scent. She wanted to bathe in it.

“They laugh at the guy all the time,” he said. “But I’ve retired Jacob for the evening. Now it’s time for Shade to come out and play.”

“I prefer Jacob. He’s fun.”

“But he doesn’t have mad sex skills. He’s sort of a dork.” Shade lowered her to the mattress and kissed her gently before she could protest that Jacob did indeed have mad sex skills and was not a dork.

Shade opened a side table and retrieved a pair of sunglasses. She pouted when he put them on. One of the motion detecting cameras caught the movement of his hand and zoomed in on his face. On the screen above, he grinned. Not Jacob’s easy-going grin. Shade’s you have no idea what I’m about to do to you grin.

Amanda’s belly clenched, and she shivered.

Shade pulled out a drawer beneath the bed and withdrew a wedge-shaped cushion. He placed it in the middle of the bed beside Amanda. Her attention was divided between the view of the front of his body as he leaned across her and that of his back, which was on the monitor overhead. She liked getting two views of him at once. She just wished she had more eyes, so she didn’t miss anything. The monitor at the foot of the bed displayed an interesting angle of his ass. She could just see his package hanging freely between his legs as he shifted. Though she was in most of the camera shots as well, she couldn’t have cared less about looking at herself. She wanted to look at him at every imaginable angle. The anticipation of seeing what he’d look like as he f**ked her was making her squirm.

Shade covered the wedge with a silky red sheet and then carefully lifted her into his arms. He shifted her so that her hips were at the apex of the wedge and her back angled down toward the mattress. Knees bent, she kept her feet pressed against the bed to keep her back on the cushion. It conformed to her body and would have been incredibly comfortable if the tops of her thighs hadn’t been protesting their overstretched position.

“How’s your neck?” Shade asked. He rearranged her hair to fan out around her head.

“My neck is fine. My thighs won’t be able to hold this for long, however.”

“We’ll take care of that.” He grinned, and she saw herself reflected in his sunglasses. She so wanted to look into his eyes, but she had to admit there was something sexy about not knowing what was going through his deviant mind.

Shade reached up and grabbed one of the swing’s padded straps. Her eyes focused on the tensing muscles of his fantastic abdominal region until the hard ridge of his hip bone drew her attention lower, to his cock, which was showing signs of renewed excitement. God, the man was exquisite. He slipped her foot through one loop and then reached for a second to hold her other foot. Ducking under the swing, he shifted to kneel between her legs. She stared at his sunglasses, feeling his gaze on her eyes even though she couldn’t see it. He slid both loops up her calves to just under the backs of her knees. Her feet came off the bed. The swing took all the pressure off her hips and thighs. She could probably hold this position for hours.

And didn’t that sound promising?

“Better?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Good.”

He ducked under the straps suspending her legs from the ceiling and climbed from the bed. He waved a hand at the main camera at the end of the bed and it tracked his motion. He slowly lowered his hands to between Amanda’s parted legs. She watched the entire thing on the screen directly above her. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her clit and then separated her swollen lips to fully display her slick pu**y.

“So this is what my gyno sees beneath that paper sheet,” she said.

“Lucky man.”

“Woman,” she said, losing her train of thought as the feel of his fingers against her sensitive clit overwhelmed the sight of him touching her.

She groaned when he removed his hand.

“Get your pu**y wet for me, Amanda. I want cum dripping off your ass before I bother eating you out.”

“What?”

He stretched out on his back beside her and tucked his folded arms behind his head. He stared up at the monitor above, which was still focused on her swollen, aching pu**y.

“I’m waiting,” he said after a long moment of her gaping at him in disbelief. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. She sure didn’t want to watch herself do it on a widescreen TV. But she did want him to eat her out and see what that looked like from a different angle.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand down her belly. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it, hard and fast. Her thighs quivered as orgasm approached quickly. She hadn’t realized how turned on she’d become.

“Don’t make yourself come,” Shade said. “Just get it wet.”

Breathing hard, seconds from sending herself over the edge, she stopped. She rotated her hips in unfulfilled need, wanting something big and hard to fill her emptiness.

“Wetter,” Shade said beside her.

After her excitement waned a bit, she rubbed her clit again. Fingered her opening. Rubbed her clit. She could hear how wet she was as her fingers worked her sensitive flesh harder and faster and harder and—

She moaned as she stopped her motions the instant before orgasm.

“You should open your eyes,” Shade said quietly.

Amanda’s eyes blinked open and focused on the monitor overhead. She bit her lip at the sight of her own red, wet and swollen flesh. Her French manicured fingertips looked incredibly erotic buried in her folds. She watched herself work her pu**y this time, hoping this turned on Shade as much as it turned her on. A camera at the side of the bed caught motion and displayed the sight of Shade’s rapidly rising cock. She licked her lips. He wrapped a hand around his impressive length and began to stroke it slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Now that she wanted to watch.

She was so caught up in touching herself and watching him touch himself that she nearly didn’t stop in time to keep from coming. When her entire body quivered on the brink of orgasm, she tried to clamp her thighs together to hold it back, but the straps on her knees held her wide open.