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It’s a good thing she’s over by the railing, so I can quickly adjust myself before I stand up.
“Not much beats a skyline like this,” I sigh, moving next to her as we look out across the water towards the Brooklyn bridge.
She glances up at me, her eyes dancing in the moonlight.
“Something you’d like to add?” I chuckle.
“I could think of some things, if I were brave enough to say them.”
“I think we’ve both been pretty forthcoming so far. Trust me, I’m not usually like this.”
“Neither am I,” she breathes. “I live a really boring life.”
I turn my head to glance down at her. Copping a full view down that beautiful V in her dress. I swallow and look back out to the bridge, where it’s safer.
“Tell me what you’d say if you were brave enough?” I ask – I really want to know.
I know what I’d love to do with her. Even if the thought is slightly foreign, it’s been Keira for a decade, and I haven’t slept with anyone else since I split with her.
“I had a proposition,” she says, hanging onto the rail, somehow still holding her wineglass and tilting her body back to look up at the sky.
“A proposition?” I don’t even try to hide my smile. “Like what?”
“You and me,” she whispers, still star gazing. Then our eyes lock. Both of us lost in the moment as the words echo around us. “Just for tonight.”
I press my lips together. I don't need to think about it. “So you said you had a proposition. Does that mean you don’t want to now?”
“I just meant… if you don’t want to,” she starts, but I press my finger to her lips and she closes her mouth. Her eyes fluttering closed at the same time.
I shift, moving behind her. Without any words, I wrap my arm around her waist and hang onto the railing with my other hand. She gasps at the movement, and again when she feels what she’s done to me via my erection sticking into her back.
“How old are you?” My mouth is close to her ear and I feel her shiver.
“Twenty-nine, and you?”
Shit, she’s almost a decade younger than me.
“I’m thirty-eight.”
“That’s hot,” she giggles.
I smile too, even though she can’t see me. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like an old man, depending on the day.”
“Well, you certainly don’t look like one.” She pauses, then whispers, “Gray?”
“Does this feel like I don’t want to?” I whisper back, gently swaying my hips slowly to give her the full effect.
She lets out this beautiful moan as she tries to concentrate on the view and not my arm around her middle and my dick pressing into her body. I’ve been wanting to touch her all night. This close contact is everything I’ve been craving.
She grabs my hand that holds her around the middle, then squeezes it with her fingers, before dragging it up to her dress and placing it over one of her breasts.
I’m in absolute heaven and I can’t help a moan of my own that escapes my lips, low and deep. I feel like I’m going to explode.
“You should ask me that question again,” I mutter into her neck as I inhale her glorious scent. It’s warm, floral, with a subtle vanilla hue. It’s one I will commit to memory even if I never see this woman again.
“What question?” She’s breathy, and I don’t blame her, especially when I squeeze her breast, running my thumb over her nipple.
“What’s the most risqué thing you’ve ever done with a stranger?”
