I melt into the glass, closing my eyes against whatever is on the other side. Can someone see me? I don’t care. I care only about Braden inside me, taking me, filling the empty ache I never knew I had until I met him.
It’s a hard and primal fuck. No kisses to my neck, no nibbles on my ear. Just a raw taking, and I’m so willing to be taken.
“That’s it.” He pumps faster. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
He glides his hand from my hip around and touches my clit gently. I gasp. Then not so gently.
I explode.
Quick as lightning, he withdraws and spins me to face him. My body still throbs from the orgasm as he lifts me, my ass pressing against the glass window.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he commands.
I look down at the binding. How—
“Do it!” he grits out.
Still reeling from the climax, I lift both my arms and ring them around his neck. I’m suspended now, flat against the window, and my arms bound and around him. He spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go, his arms under my thighs like a makeshift swing. He’s holding all my weight, pushing me up and against the glass. Anyone looking up can see my naked ass. Anyone…
But the thought flees my mind as he plunges into me.
Though he was just inside me, I’m tight from the climax, and this new position feels amazingly different. He burns into me, charges into me, thrusting and thrusting.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Feels so good.”
“God, yes,” I say. “Please.”
I want him to touch me. Touch my clit. Give me another orgasm.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans into me, our chests touching, and rocks his cock gently back and forth into me.
It’s deliciously erotic, a new sensation, and—
“Braden! I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby.” He pulls back slightly and plunges deep.
He withdraws and then thrusts.
A fuck. A good, hard fuck.
The orgasm rolls through me, and as my body releases, I shout. I scream. And I don’t give a damn who can hear me.
Braden shoves his cock into me one last time, pulling another climax from me as he gives in to his own.
Together we soar through the window and over the skyscrapers of Boston.
I open my eyes, and the colors are so much more vivid. Downtown isn’t gray and brown. It’s silver and gold and bronze, the sun casting luminous rays over the buildings and down onto the cars and passersby below.
I close my eyes once more and surrender to the feelings bubbling through me even as I remain immobile.
Inside I’m flying, waving my arms, and laughing. Feeling vibrant and free.
So vibrant and free.
When I finally open my eyes again, Braden withdraws, panting.
I want to turn, to see him—his face glistening, his hair in disarray, his muscles taut and tight.
But I don’t move.
He told me not to move.
Finally, he touches my wrists and brings my hands down, turning me to face him. Without saying a word, he loosens the knot and removes his tie from my wrists. He rubs them. “Okay?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. I’m okay.”
“Good.”
Did he fuck Aretha Doyle against the window in his office? Anyone else? I want to ask, but I don’t. I won’t do anything to spoil this moment.
“Braden?”
“Hmm?”
“That was…amazing.”
He nods. “It was.”
Now what?
“I mean, really amazing. Anyone could have seen us.”
His lips curve slightly upward, as if he wants to smile but is holding back.
“What?” I ask.
“The windows are tinted on the outside, just like my apartment. We can see out, but no one can see in.”
“Oh.” Oddly, I’m a little disappointed. I almost wish he hadn’t told me.
“Did you like being bound?” he asks.
“I’m…not sure.”
“You’re not sure? You said yourself it was amazing.”
“I meant the sex.”
“Your wrists being bound was part of the sex.”
“It was everything, though. Being in your office. The unlocked door. The window.”
His blue gaze penetrates mine. “You like to be watched.”
Do I? “No, not really. It was more—”
“You just admitted it. You never cease to amaze me, Skye.”
“I guess I never thought about it. It was knowing anyone could walk in. The suspense. It was…”
“Erotic,” he says. “Erotic and a little frightening because you were taking a risk. Did you like being tied up?”
My cheeks warm. “Yes. And being tied up with your tie,” I say without thinking.
Why does stuff always sound funnier in my head?
“Would it surprise you to know I’d like to bind all four of your limbs, have you splayed out, naked, for me to do whatever I want?”
My body quivers as heat sparks from my core outward. Tied up? Really tied up?
My mind goes again to the strange contraption hanging from the ceiling above Braden’s bed. Is now the time to ask about that?
Maybe, except that I’m unable to form the words.
“Skye?”
“No,” I say, trembling.
“Good,” he says, “because I want to do all that to you and more. Have you ever been fucked anally, Skye?”