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What little breath she had left after Jack’s elevator kisses.

She turned to look at him with a question in her eyes, a smile on her lips.

“Here,” he said roughly, pulling her into his arms again. “Right here.”

“In front of the windows?” Her tummy did a little flip. “You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t mind people watching.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth and drew back to smile at her, a languid, sexy smile. “Unless someone out there has a telescope, there’s no way anyone can see us.”

“Are you sure?” She glanced at the windows.

“Yes.” He pushed her jacket back off her shoulders. She let him do that, although she wasn’t entirely sure she was going to let him take all her clothes off in a room with walls that were nothing but windows.

He tossed her jacket onto a chair and then tugged the T-shirt out from her pants. When his hands touched the bare skin of her waist, she closed her eyes against a hard shudder of lust. Warm, callused fingertips cruised up her back beneath the shirt, down and around to her stomach where the muscles quivered at his touch.

“Really?” she whispered. “Here?”

“Here.” His fingers worked the tiny buckle of the narrow belt on her hips then unzipped the short fly. His fingertips brushed over her lower stomach just above her panties as he did so. “I’ve always wanted to do this in this room. With the view spread out in front of us like that. It’s so fucking sexy, don’t you think?”

“Um, yes…but…” She swallowed a moan as he drew her T-shirt up over her head. “You haven’t done…that…here? Before?”

He paused. He flung her T-shirt aside and then nudged her chin up with his fingers to meet his eyes. “No,” he said very seriously and deliberately. “I haven’t. I was waiting for you.”

Her entire body turned to warm and syrupy liquid heat as he held her gaze so intently. “Oh Jack.” She looped her arms around his neck to keep from dissolving into a puddle at his feet.

His eyes drifted closed and he kissed her again, his mouth hot and strong on hers. Her body molded to his, her fingers in his hair. His hands slipped down inside the back of her loosened pants, finding her ass cheeks and cupping them, bringing her up closer against the thick length of his erection.

Her breasts swelled and ached. Her bra was in the way, but as if reading her mind, his hands slid up her back and flicked open the clasp. It loosened around her and then he moved back to remove it, and she stood there, topless, her pants unfastened and drooping low on her hips. She looked down at herself then back up at him, taking in the heat of admiration in his eyes as he studied her. Her nipples twisted into tight points.

“Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he muttered.

Once more, she flicked her eyes toward the windows and bit her lip.

“It’s dark in here,” he cajoled, setting his hands on her hips. “Nobody can see.”

“You take your clothes off then.” She lifted her chin.

He grinned and her girl parts all squeezed hard. Again. “My pleasure.” He began to work the buttons of the fitted white shirt he wore.

And it was her pleasure too, because he was so incredibly beautiful, his chest broad and muscled, his shoulders thick, his biceps rounded, his abs flat and ridged. She let out a shaky breath, distracted from her own semi-nudity.

He discarded his shirt as he moved toward the fireplace. He flicked the switch to turn it on. He shoved a hand into the pocket of his dark jeans and tossed something onto the coffee table, then got rid of the jeans, kicking them aside. Discarded clothes littered the living room. It almost made Sasha smile, except her unease at doing this in front of all those windows kept her mouth tight.

“Sasha.” His voice was a low rasp. He picked up the soft throw and gave it a flick to spread it on the couch. “Just enjoy it. Look at the view. Relax.”

“I-I’m not sure if I can.”

“Okay. I’ll distract you then.” And he proceeded to do that quite expertly, with his hands and his mouth and his tongue. He pried her fingers off her trousers and, already undone, they slid over her hips. She toed off her shoes and let him remove the pants along with her thong panties.

His hands spread warmth everywhere they touched, and her head went light, thoughts and worries spinning away from her. He lowered her to the couch, the blanket soft beneath her back, then knelt over her. He still wore snug boxer-briefs and his erection strained the front of the soft cotton. Unable to resist, she reached out to touch, rubbing over the firm ridge. He gave a soft groan and pushed into her palm.

Bravely, she hooked her fingers into the elastic and pulled them down, freeing his erection. It sprang forward, long and thick and beautiful. Her lips parted as she studied him. He moved and slipped off the underwear, then returned and she reached out a hand to touch, her attention drawn to the skin above his cock which was completely hairless. She’d noticed that the other night but hadn’t said anything. Now she lifted questioning eyes to his. “You’re bare here.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, his face drawn into lines of hard arousal. “It’s more comfortable.”

“Oh.” She brushed her fingertips over his soft skin then traced them down the length of his cock, velvety soft, veins pulsing. She lingered at the head, where moisture gleamed. She licked her lips.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Wrap your hand around me, baby.”

She did as he asked, again grateful to him for telling her what he wanted.

“Yeah. Harder…uh huh.”

She stroked him, loving the feel of him in her hand, hot and powerful and male. Liquid heat gathered between her thighs and her breath went erratic.

“Touch my balls,” he commanded, and she used her other hand to cup them. Smooth and fat, they filled her palm with luscious weigh, and she gave a gentle squeeze. “Oh yeah.”

She let her thumb slick over the head as she continued to stroke him, her fingers caressing the full sacs of his testicle. Her mouth hungered for the taste of him and she scooted herself lower on the couch. He seemed to sense what she was doing and he shifted too, his knees on either side of her, until she was close enough to take him in her mouth.

Her eyes closed in delight as the soft head slid over her tongue. She licked around him to get him wet and closed her lips in a tight ring. He moved, helping her, in gentle pushes into her mouth and out, in and out. She sucked him greedily, strongly.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his hands sliding into her hair. “Sasha, that’s so good. You’ve got a hot little mouth. Fucking love that.”

She loved that he loved that, and sucked harder, swirling her tongue. Heat built in her pussy. His movement grew faster. Deeper. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a little worried as his thick length filled her mouth and nudged the back of her throat. Their eyes met. His hands caressed her head.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Breathe through your nose. I won’t hurt you, baby.”

She blinked her understanding.

“Here, tip your chin up a bit more.” His thumbs urged her head back, opening her throat to him. “There. I love fucking your mouth like this, Sasha.”

His words ignited a blaze of lust in her core and she tightened her inner thighs on the ache there. The weight of his cock on her tongue, the tangy male taste of him, and his low grunts of pleasure filled her senses, overwhelming her. Lying there beneath him as he pumped in and out, holding her head, guiding her, filled her with so much bliss she almost couldn’t bear it.

With a growl, he pulled out of her mouth and shifted away from her. His body gleamed with a faint sheen of perspiration and his stomach muscles were rigid. He sucked in a deep breath.

Her mouth ached in a vaguely pleasant way, her lips tingling. “Why’d you stop?” she whispered, staring up at him.

His fingers tangled in her hair and one thumb brushed over her wet bottom lip. “I’m gonna come.” Her gaze dropped to his cock, shiny and pulsing. She tried to lift her head forward, but his hand restrained her. “I want to come inside you,” he rasped.

She made a noise of disappointment as he moved off her to stand beside the couch. He reached for a condom on the table and quickly rolled it on, then turned and picked her up off the couch. “Wha—!”

He snagged the blanket as well and carried her over to one of the windows.

“Oh God, Jack, what are you doing?”

“Want to fuck you right here, with all that spread out around us, like we’re on top of the world.”

She whimpered, his words making her ache with emotion. He spread the blanket on the floor then gently drew her down to it. “You on top,” he said quietly. “The floor is hard.”

“I don’t want to be on top.”

He gave her a long, probing look then nodded. He tucked her under him and moved over her. He paused to kiss her, a long, gentle kiss on her mouth, then her cheek and her temple.

“I want you to see the view too,” he said.

“I see it.” She focused on him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Sasha.” He fisted his cock, nudging her thighs apart, and then began to work his length into her. She lifted her knees and gave herself over to him claiming her like that, filling her, consuming her. Sensation rocketed through her body, and she reached for his shoulders and held on until he was fully, deeply seated in her. She felt him pulse, and her pussy squeezed around him, making him groan.

Weight on his elbows, he fisted his hands in her hair and buried his face in her neck, and she wrapped her arms around his body, so big and hot and damp. They rocked together, barely moving, but every tiny movement of his big prick inside her body touched nerve endings so sensitive, stimulating her, excitement building inside her in big, impossibly hot waves that washed higher and higher over her, submerging her. She locked her ankles behind his back, tipping her pelvis to meet his.
 

She needed more. Just…a bit…more… “Fuck me harder,” she whispered. “I need it…need it hard. Deep.”

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered against her skin. His hands tightened in her hair, fiery needles stinging her scalp, and then it all burst inside her, heat and light. She cried out and held on tighter, prying her eyes open enough to look out the window, a blur of blue and gold and white that sparkled and shimmered.

“So hot, baby, come for me like that, yeah. Now me…
fuck
.”

His body covered her, surrounded her, filled her, and he went still and taut as his cock pulsed inside her. She opened her mouth on his shoulder and let her teeth graze him, and he jerked and groaned again. Then she sucked and licked, finished with a long, open-mouthed kiss. The salty taste of him tingled on her lips and tongue.

“Unbelievable,” he gasped. “God, Sasha, you undo me.”

She smiled, satisfaction rocking through her along with pleasant, post-orgasmic languor. She
loved
undoing him. And God, what he did for her. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to pry her arms and legs off his body. Or ever walk again.

The fire flickered over them in the dark room and with the sparkling city beyond the windows it really was incredible. Magical. Beautiful. She slid her hands up his back and ran them through his hair, then brushed her fingertips over the nape of his neck.

Eventually he shifted and rolled off her, his weight thudding against the floor. He lay on his back for a moment, chest rising and falling, staring at the ceiling. Then he turned his head and looked at her. “Are you upset?”

She shifted to her side and flattened her palm on his chest. “No. Why?”

“Because we fucked in front of the window.” He searched her face. “You were nervous about it.”

She acknowledged that with a small nod. “Once we…ah…started, it didn’t really seem to matter. I just wanted you. And it was kind of…exciting. I mean, I know you’re right. No one can really see us. But it was a little…naughty, I guess, doing it like that in front of a wide open window. It’s almost in public. But not quite.”

His mouth held a serious firmness. He reached out to touch her cheek. “So you liked it.”

She hesitated. What did that say about her, if she admitted that she’d loved it?

“Be honest, Sasha. I only ever want the truth from you.”

She gave another little nod, pulled in by his mesmerizing, genuine concern for her. “I loved it.”

His mouth softened and his hand cupped her face. “Thank you.”

She blinked. “For what?”

“For being honest. For being brave enough to admit that. And most of all…for trusting me enough to do it.”

Her heart swelled in her chest.
Oh my damn
. She was in big trouble here.

Chapter Eighteen

Jack’s heart thudded although his breathing was becoming easier. He eyed Sasha’s flushed cheeks, heavy lidded eyes and swollen mouth. Goddamn, she was sexy. And sweet. That had been so fucking hot.

But consternation filled him as he recognized that after thanking her for being honest with him, he was going to have to be honest with her.

Of course he’d known he was going to have to be honest with her at some point. But he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t worried about her reaction.

He sat up and turned to look at her, all smooth glowy skin and shiny eyes. “There’s something I need to show you,” he said quietly.

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