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glass.”
    But, as much as she liked the view, part of her was a little scared of it, too. They were up so high. “Blake, I just don’t—”
    “Tonight, I want you to trust me.”
    He didn’t realize just how hard it was for her to trust anyone.
    “I’ll keep you safe, Jess, I swear it. I’ll only give you pleasure.”
    A man had never sounded so tempting.
    And her hands lifted. She put them against the glass. The pane was colder than she expected. Cold and smooth, and his warm hands were on her hips. 
    “I’m going to lift you up,” he said, still in the voice that seemed to reach deep inside of her. “I want you to keep your hands on the glass. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got you.”
    I’ve got you.
    He lifted her up. Positioned her. 
    Drove deep into her.
    She was still wet from her climax. Her flesh still so sensitive from the release she’d had.
Releases.
    He slid in deep, filling her completely.  The feel of his thick length inside of her was so good. So amazingly, perfectly good.
    Her toes skimmed the lush carpet.  Her palms pressed harder against the glass. She stared out at the city, at all of those glittering lights.
    The room behind her was dark. But… “Can anyone see me?”
    He hadn’t moved inside of her.  No, actually, he had—he’d gotten even bigger.
    Her inner muscles clamped down on him, squeezing eagerly.
    His fingers tightened around her hips. “Does it fucking matter?”
    “Y-yes…”  Because she’d never done any kind of exhibitionism in her life. She was the shy girl. The quiet one in the corner.
    The girl who was—
oh, wow, he’d just slid back and thrust even deeper—
    Her eyes squeezed shut.  His right hand came around the front of her body, and while he thrust, while he drove her absolutely insane with his cock, his fingers slid over her sex. Found her clit.
    “No one can see you. Just me.  I’m not the type to share.”  His mouth was on her neck. Licking. Kissing. Biting?
    Yes, she felt the sting of his teeth, and that bite turned her on even more. 
    “Remember that,” he ordered.
    Uh, she wasn’t going to remember
anything
the guy was saying.  Every muscle in her body had tensed, and if he’d just move his fingers—
    He did.
    Blake
knew
exactly how to use his hand. Oh, sweet sunshine, he
did.
    “Open your eyes,” he told her.
    How had he known that she closed them?
    But when her eyes flew open, she saw their reflection in that glass.  His face was hard and tense, his body curving around hers. 
    He drove his cock into her again.
    She came, shuddering, exploding, riding a wave of pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.
    “You feel incredible.”  He pressed a kiss to her neck.  “I love it when you come around me.” 
    She couldn’t breathe.  Or, she could, but her breath came in wild, panting heaves. Because he wasn’t done. He was still thrusting. Even harder than before.
    But his hand lifted once more. Curled around her hips. He lifted her even higher.
    Her hands slid across the pane of glass.
    “Not done,” he growled.  Then he was thrusting. Hard and frantically, driving deep into her core, and Jess loved it.
    She came again, crying out his name just as he erupted within her.
    Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.  His arms closed around her and he pulled her back against his chest.
    And she was pretty sure, that, yes, he’d
definitely
ruined her for other guys. Especially the only-do-it-missionary types back home. 
    Blake held her in his arms. Jess knew she was living a fantasy. That time on this dream was running out as the night ebbed.
    But right then, she didn’t care.  She’d take the dream, and she’d hold tight to it. 
    ***
    Dawn.  The faint light spilled onto the bed, waking Jess from sleep. Her body ached, and as she cracked open her eyes, she saw that she was alone in the big bed.  The sheets were rumpled, the pillow still bore the impression of Blake’s head, but he was gone.
    Just