“Me either.”
Caleb’s voice is low, and full of lust, and when I turn to look at him, he’s staring straight at me.
I flush, desire roaring to life again, wild in my veins.
“Do you know what I like about this place after hours?” he continues. “Nobody’s around. We have the place to ourselves.” His wicked smile returns. “That means you can make all the noise you like, Juliet.”
The way he says my name is my undoing. It’s so delicious, like lips wrapped around a ripe strawberry. My heart is pounding as he leans down, and kisses the back of my neck, lips trailing over my bare skin.
I shiver, turning to face him, but he stops me.
“No. Don’t move. Stand right there.”
He takes my hands and places them palms-down against the cool glass, raised by my head. Now he’s standing behind me, hands free to roam over my body, fingertips skimming over the dress.
I shiver under his hands. I’m on display here, right against the window, lit by the glow of the lamp on his desk.
“Someone could see,” I whisper, feeling a thrill. Anyone in the buildings nearby could see us together. See him touching me like he owns me.
“And?” Caleb teases me, his hands brushing over my breasts, toying with my nipples through the fabric. I shudder against him. “Let them look.”
Oh God.
His hands skim to my waist, reaching that single wrap tie. One tug, and my dress falls open, revealing my inky lace panties and bra.
I hear a hissed intake of breath from Caleb, and feel a rush of pride, and power.
I did that.
His hands turn possessive now, caressing my bare skin. It’s rougher, and I love it, pressing shamelessly into his palms. The city glitters below us, but I feel like I’m flying a thousand miles high. He squeezes my breasts, dipping a hand into my panties and testing my wetness, making me clench.
Then he drops to his knees.
My half-closed eyes fly open as he pulls my panties down around my ankles, and lifts my feet in turn to free them.
“What are you—”
My question dies on my lips as he looks up, eyes dark and lustful in the moonlight.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” he replies, lazily trailing a hand up the inside of my bare thighs. He moves between them, on his knees there with his back to the window. Beneath me, but in control in every way that matters.
“I’m going to taste you, Juliet. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re screaming my name for everyone to hear.”
My brain goes blank. It’s like staring into the sun, the force of my desire. It blots out everything, all sense and reason.
And when he leans in, and licks up, hot against me, I just about lose my mind.
His tongue is firm and probing, lapping at my clit, swirling and circling in a dizzying rhythm.
A soft moan echoes in the room. My moan.
“Good,” Caleb murmurs, vibrating against me. “Now, louder.”
He licks again, harder, and I sway forwards, bracing myself against the glass as the sensation overpowers me. It’s incredible, the things this man’s mouth can do. Sweeping me into an inferno; glittering and dangerous, and devastatingly hot.
And all along, I’m exposed here in front of the window for the world to see.
So everyone can watch me come undone.