“Look to your left, eyes up,” Maddox growled, his voice hoarse, ragged.
I did.
My lips parted with a silent gasp as Maddox thrust back inside of me, his cock hitting me so deep, my toes nearly left the ground. “Do you see him?”
I whimpered in response.
Someone – from the silhouette, I’d guess it was a man – was watching us from the building beside us. All the buildings were so close together, and the man was only a floor higher than us, so there was no denying it – he could see everything.
A strangled sound escaped me. I would have thought maybe he didn’t see us. After all, it was dark outside, or maybe he had been preoccupied. Except, from the silhouette, it was obvious, as the man pulled his dick out from his pants and started jerking off.
While…watching… us.
“Lila,” Maddox growled my name. He pulled out, almost completely. His hard length pressed against my folds, and I clenched, feeling empty. “Bad, bad girl. Are you giving him a good show?”
With one hard thrust, he rammed back inside, and my lips parted with a silent scream. Maddox!
Maddox didn’t pause. We both made a strangled sound, a groan… a whimper.
This was quick, hot and filthy.
My gaze didn’t sway from the man. Maddox slammed into me again, as I watched the complete stranger make himself come at the sight of us fucking.
My moans grew louder; Maddox’s grunts sounded harsher in my ears. “Lila. Lila. Fuck, Lila.”
The tension in my core tightened, my womb shuddered, and my pussy convulsed around Maddox’s cock. I tried to swallow my scream, but when he pounded inside me, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot… I let go.
My eyes closed, as I came so hard my knees weakened, and my legs almost gave out. He found his release too, his body clenching as he spasmed against me.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” Maddox groaned.
The stranger found his release, as well, before he tucked his dick back inside his pants, gave us a tiny wave and walked away from his window.
Jesus, God! Holy shit!
Maddox curled his arm around my waist, keeping me upright, as I wobbled against the railing of the rooftop.
What… did… we… just do?
I blinked away the fuzziness, but my brain didn’t seem to work. My heart was rocking so hard against my rib cage, I thought it’d leave a nasty bruise. My body felt like a limp mess… I was just so…
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t…
Maddox slowly pulled out of me, and I flinched at the sudden empty feeling. His lips pressed against my shoulder before he spun me around and pulled me into his arms. His suit was in disarray while my dress was rumpled. My hair was probably a mess too, adding to my disheveled appearance.
“Pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Maddox rasped in my ear, as his cum dripped down my thighs.
“That’s a whole new meaning to romance, Coulter,” I said breathlessly.
Maddox chuckled, before claiming my lips in a long kiss. “I aim to please, Garcia.”
Oh yeah, I was very pleased.
Maddox Coulter could do dirty romance very well.
Our time in Paris had come to an end.
One week. A seven-day affair.
And now I just had to convince Lila to stay with me… forever.
But forever was a long time. Forever was just a daydream, a pretty fantasy, I thought.
I guessed, I just had to convince her that we were good together. Really fucking good. Good enough for us to work out as a couple and last for a very long time. As cheesy as it sounded (cheesy didn’t suit my character, but for Lila, I’d be my own version of cheesy romantic), I could see my future with Lila.
I didn’t do love, or I didn’t think I did. But she was everything I ever wanted, and it scared the living shit out of me. She was a slice of heaven, with hellish fires.
By the end of tonight, Lila Garcia was going to be my girlfriend.
It didn’t matter if I had to tie her to the bed and dick her down good enough to convince her. If she wanted romance, I was prepared to give her that, too. That and everything else she wanted. Lila wasn’t going to friendzone us any longer.
I could already feel her barrier coming up, shutting me out. I knew she was worried; I was too. As we walked out of the airport, Lila kept a careful distance between us. A distance that wasn’t there during our stay in Paris. Of course, it wasn’t there, I was all up in her pussy in the last seven days.
And We. Weren’t. Going. Back. To. Being. Just friends.
Fuck that. My dick agreed.
“I’m glad to be back home,” she said, hefting her travel bag over her shoulder. “I’m worried about Riley.”
“She’ll be fine,” I soothed, reaching for her hand. It was out of habit, almost like an instinct, that was now instilled in me. To touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.