I do—at the street far below, filled with tiny cars, the people who have no idea what’s happening above them. Thankfully.
“Anyone could look up right now.” His hips pull back then thrust forward, and I moan. “Anyone could glance at this balcony and see a beautiful woman gripping the railing, her face flushed, her body trembling, her breasts bare, those nipples so fucking tiny.” Another thrust, harder. “They wouldn’t know why, wouldn’t see me buried inside you. They’d just seeyou, coming apart in the open air, like a private exhibition.”
It’s nearly making me explode.
“They’d wonder what you were doing.” His pace increases, each stroke hitting deeper, the slick sounds so lewd. “Wonder why you look so ravaged. Wonder what could possibly make a woman moan like that when she’s all alone on a balcony.”
God, yes. Every word sends a spike of heat straight to my core, makes me clench around him so hard, he hisses.
“You like that.” He sounds surprised, delighted. “Oh, you fucking like the idea of being watched, don’t you, you little slut?”
I gasp at his words. This is the first time he’s degraded me instead of praised me, and, bloody hell, I think I love it.
“You like that too, don’t you?” he rasps quietly. “You’re leaking down your legs now, soaking me. Such a dirty little whore. Such a tight little pussy for such a filthy slut.”
Holy fuck, I can’t process it, any of this. My skin is so heated, all I feel is fire inside me, smothering me, wanting to consume me whole.
He’s fucking me harder now, one hand braced on the railing beside mine, the other wrapped around my hip to pull me back onto each thrust. The angle is incredible, every stroke hitting that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, my mouth falling open. I’m making sounds that would embarrass me if I could think, but I can’t think; I can only feel.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is breaking apart. “So fucking wet. Every time I’m inside you, I lose my goddamn mind. You make me lose my mind, Mia. Do you know the power you have over me?”
The last part is said so quietly, it sounds like a confession, one that makes my heart trip up. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but can only let out a moan.
The idea I have power over this man, of all men…
“I want you to come.” His invisible mouth finds my ear, teeth scraping the rim. “Come hard on my cock with all of New York watching.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice, even though he did.
I let go.
The orgasm rips through me with violent intensity, my whole body convulsing, my scream swallowed by the wind. My legs giveout completely, but he holds me up, keeps thrusting, fucking me through the peak until I’m sobbing with overstimulation.
“Mia…” My name is a breathless prayer as his rhythm falters. “Fuck, I’m?—”
He slams deep one final time, and I feel him come, feel the pulse and throb of him inside me, the heat spreading through my core. He groans my name like both a curse and a prayer, and I feel his forehead drop to my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin.
We stay there for a long moment, suspended between sky and street, his invisible body draped over my visible one. The wind dries the sweat on my skin. The city pulses below us, utterly unaware.
Then, he flickers back into visibility, his arms wrapping around my waist before he carries me inside.
Later, we lay tangled in my hotel sheets, legs intertwined, his hand slowly gliding up and down my curves. It should seem relaxing, but there’s a restlessness to his actions.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow.
His fingers still on my skin.
“I turned off my wellness monitoring tonight,” he says finally. “First time ever. Just…switched it off and came here instead of doing my rounds.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“Probably.” He snorts a humorless laugh. “Julia will have noticed the gap by now. Marsh will want an explanation, I’m sure.” His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening. “They’re always watching me—every heartbeat, every hormone spike, everywhere I go. I’m so fucking tired of it, Mia.”
I reach up, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. He leans into the touch like a man starved.
“I want to take you somewhere,” he says suddenly.
“Where?”
