“Look at you. Full of my cock for everyone to see. You like that they’re watching you fall apart for me, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I breathe out.
It doesn’t take long before I can feel an orgasm building up within me like a volcano threatening to erupt.
As our pace quickens and our moans grow louder, the moment finally comes, a climax so intense that it leaves us both breathless and shaking.
He pulls out of me and sets me on my unsteady feet, but doesn’t let me go.
He kisses me passionately. And I cannot get enough of this man.
James turns me around, folding me into his arms, and we stay pressed against the window, city lights flickering below as if they exist only for us. My skin sticks to the glass, cooling rapidly, but he’s an unyielding furnace at my back.
I let my head rest on his chest, listening to the way our breathing harmonizes, both of us still a little wild from what just happened.
“We should probably move before someone makes an indecent exposure complaint,” I murmur, but make no effort to untangle myself.
“Let them watch,” he says, voice rough. “You look like a fucking goddess right now.”
The reflection in the glass shows us blurred and backlit. His hands roam over me, slow and possessive. He doesn’t let go.
He eventually guides me away from the chill of the window, scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. He lays me down carefully, as if I’m breakable, and then lies beside me, pulling the covers up over us, cocooning us in warmth.
For a while, we just breathe. James traces his fingertip along my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, and then settles his hand over my ribcage.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, genuinely wanting to know.
“That I’d rather stay in this bed with you all week than go to any part of this conference.”
I roll over and lie on his chest, tracing the dark lines of his tattoos.
“But didn’t you hear? The brilliant Jameson Sterling will be presenting. We wouldn’t want to miss that. I heard he has some really sexy tattoos hidden under all those tailored suits. I might even slip him my number,” I say with a wink.
He huffs a quiet laugh and flexes his arms behind his head, letting me sprawl over him.
“You’re going to give that man an even bigger ego than he already has. He might be insufferable by Friday.”
I bite his shoulder, just enough to get a reaction. “I’ll be sure to let him know if he is.”
James makes a low sound in his throat, something between a growl and a sigh. He turns his head to look at me.
“So you like my tattoos, hmm?”
“I do. I like a lot of things about you, James,” I say, unable to look at him.
“I like a lot of things about you too, Avery.”
I lift my head from his chest to look him in the eyes and just stare for a moment, taking him in, before planting a soft kiss to his lips.
Then I nestle against him again with a smile, letting out a soft sigh, and fall asleep on his chest.
***
I’m woken by the whisper of James’s voice, close to my ear.
“You’re snoring,” he says. I can’t tell if he’s teasing or not. My mouth is dry, my limbs heavy, and I realize I slept so soundly that I hardly moved at all in my sleep.
I lift my head to look at him, furrowing my brows. “I don’t snore.”
