“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I complied, planting my feet shoulder-width apart. He set my palms flat against the window, his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers parting my folds. He pushed inside slowly from the back. The angle felt incredible, as he picked up his pace and pressure, until the lights swam and I had to brace just to keep standing.
“Look at it.” His mouth was at my ear, while his hand slid around to my center. “All those people down there, going about their night. Not knowing you're up here against my window like this.”
I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. There was something thrilling about being so exposed, even if logically I knew no one could see us. The sheer audacity of it all had me dripping. I closed my eyes with pleasure, throwing my head back on his shoulder.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice rough with exertion.
I tried, I really did, but it was impossible to focus on anything but the sensation of Julian, the drive of him, the sound of us in the quiet of that office, the thing already building in me and climbing with every stroke.
When my knees stopped being reliable he pulled out and lifted me clean off my feet, and I wrapped around him and held on as he carried me across the room. Each step drove him deeper, and I clung to his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as he carried me to his massive desk.
He swept it clear with one arm and set me on the cold edge of it andstepped between my legs, and for a while it was just his hands at my hips, the desk creaking under us, and his name coming out of me like I'd forgotten every other word I knew.
“Julian!Oooh, yes!”
His desk was sturdy, but it still creaked under the force of his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back.
He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out in protest as he flipped me over, bending me over his desk, my ass in the air. I felt and heard the sharp slap of his hand connecting with my ass cheek. I cried out, more from surprise than pain, but the sting quickly melted into pleasure.
He rubbed the spot gently. “You like that, don't you?”
“Mmhmm,” I managed, my face pressed against his desk.
“This is what you wanted?” he whispered against the back of my neck. “Asking me about breaking in my office.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed inside again. “Yes, that's what I wanted.”
He rewarded me with another slap on the other cheek, then he was pounding into me again. I felt it building again.
“I'm not getting any work done in here after tonight,” he said against the back of my neck. “Going to be seeing you laid out like this every time I sit in my chair.”
“I’m gonna come!” I gasped.
“Not yet. Hold it for me.”
He lifted my chin until I was looking at the window behind the desk. The dark glass reflecting the whole room back at us. My naked body bent over, and his large frame behind me, over me, watching.
“Look,” he rasped, “Look at us.”
I made myself look. My own face in the glass, mouth open, a woman I didn't quite recognize. A woman who wasn't bracing for anything, wasn't managing anything. She was just wanting out loud, with her whole body. And behind her, him, watching her like she was the only lit thing in a city full of lights.
“You see that?” His voice was wrecked at the edges. “How gorgeous you are taking me?”
“Y-yes,” I barely got out. I tried to drop my head because it was too much, being shown myself like that, but his fingers managed to tangle in the back of my short cut, tilting my head up just enough to keep my eyes where they were.
“Watch.”
He started to move again, each slow stroke rocking me forward against the desk, and I watched the woman in the glass come apart by degrees, and I could not look away from her.
“There she is.” He watched me watch myself. “There's my Gorgeous.”
His words sent a jolt through me, unleashing something wild and desperate. I pushed my body back into his thrusts, as he drove into me harder. “Oh god,” I cried out. “Yes!”
“Mmph. Breathtaking… so good, Lyss. That's it,” he breathed. “Let me feel it.”
That was what did it. I broke against the desk with his name in my mouth and the lit city swimming in the glass, and he was right behind me, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades, his breath gone ragged against my skin.
