“It’s a great view, isn’t it?”
I nodded and walked toward the window, placing my hands on the glass as I stared out. I wanted to know who this guy was. He certainly wasn’t in construction. Maybe he was a gangster. I reminded myself that it didn’t matter. I wasn’there for romance or to get to know him. I was here for fun. Distraction without complications.
“Can I get you a drink to go with that view?”
“Whiskey, please,” I replied without turning around. I heard him clink about behind me as I tried to make out various landmarks. “I think I can see the Dakota Building,” I said, as if I were sightseeing, forgetting I was talking to a stranger I was about to have sex with.
“It’s unusual for women to drink whiskey,” Ethan said.
“I guess you’d know.” Again, I didn’t mean for the comment to slip out of my head. Or maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to see what response it would solicit. But there was no response.
“Show me what you’re looking at,” he said, standing behind me, close. I could feel his body heat rolling off him. He handed me my whiskey and dropped his arm around my waist to pull me against him. I stiffened slightly and then relaxed. This was nice. The drink, the view, the Roman god. He smelled of something. Something intoxicating. I couldn’t think what it was. Money. Sex. Power.
My finger stabbed the glass. “There. Is that the Dakota Building?” I pointed at the green-roofed building on the west of the park.
“I don’t think so. I think the Dakota is on the East side.”
“Oh.” I tipped my head back slightly and it fell on his chest. He was tall. Very tall.
He pushed his cheek against mine and lowered his mouth to my neck, his breath tickling my skin. I wanted him. I really wanted him.
“I have more rules.”
He kissed my neck. “Tell me.”
“You have to wear a condom.”
“Right this moment?” he teased.
“No, later when … if.”
“What else?” He kissed my neck again.
“We’re not exchanging numbers or email or saying we’re going to see each other again.”
He moved to the other side of my neck and kissed me again. I could feel myself soften slightly with each touch of his lips.
“Ok,” he replied. “Is that it?”
“For now,” I said. My brain was fuzzy and I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Good.” He pulled away from me and I turned to see him sit down on the sofa opposite the window. “Undress for me.”
I paused, just for a second or two, but there was no saying no to him—and I didn’t want to say no. I fumbled with the top button of my shirt and then steadied my hand and undid the rest of the buttons. I peeled off the tight-fitting blue silk shirt and let it fall to the ground. I looked at him and he was looking me directly in the eyes as he took a sip of his drink. I felt my underwear dampen.
He was just gorgeous, the kind of man you’d find on a billboard in Times Square, but not on a sofa opposite me, waiting for me to get naked. I found the zipper of my skirt and I turned around so my back was facing him as I pulled it down. Bending at my waist, pushing my butt toward him, I stepped out of it. I gave him a quick look over my shoulder. His eyes had darkened and he licked his lips. He actually licked his lips, like he was getting ready to devour me. I turned to face him in my underwear and heels.
“I’ll take care of the rest. Come here,” he growled. I felt heat rush to my sex. I walked across to him and stood between his knees. “Where do I start with you? You’re sobeautiful. Like a perfectly wrapped present that gets more exciting as the layers come off.”
I had to stop myself from enjoying his words. I wasn’t here to be romanced. I was here to have fun.
He sat forward suddenly and delved into my underwear, his thumb finding my nub instantly. “You’re already wet for me,” he said as his fingers slid along my folds, coating his fingers with me as his thumb circled my clitoris. My legs softened and my hands fell on his shoulders to steady myself.
He looked up at me. “You like that?”
I gasped and nodded, unable to speak.
“I knew you would. I knew when I saw you across the bar, rolling your eyes at me. I knew this is what you wanted, what you needed.” His fingers quickened and I twisted my hips in some kind of futile resistance. “Stay still while I make you come.”
