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“It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve fooled around in a place where we could get caught. Remember Liora?” Her face goes scarlet even as heat flares in her gorgeous eyes, and I trail my fingers higher up her thigh. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, sunshine. But I promise you, I won’t let anyone see a thing. Your looks, your noises? They’re just for me, and I have no intention of sharing.”

She makes a needy little noise that goes right to my cock, which is already hard and straining against my pants. Her gaze darts from the crowd to my face and back, and I can practically watch her weighing how much she wants this against how reckless she’s willing to be for it. I’ll give her every second she needs, although I’m pretty sure I already know which way she’s leaning.

“What do you have in mind?” she whispers, looking back over the crowd even as she grinds that tempting ass of hers back against me.

“Well…” I drag the word out, subtly moving the hand beneath her dress until I find the sweet spot between her legs. The railing is high, going up well past her waist nearly to her chest height, so I’m not worried about anyone below us seeing what I’m doing to her as I start to tease her clit through her panties. “Last time, you got on your knees for me with people coming and going from their business lunches right outside the door. We’ve got more privacy this time. So what if I want more than that?”

She hisses softly as I dip below her panties to slip my finger into her pussy. She’s already wet, and she clenches around me so hard that it drags a groan from me.

“Then I want more too,” she breathes. “I always want more.”

“Yeah? Then tell me what you want me to do to you, all the way up here with those people down there. With no one the wiser.”

“I want…” She licks her lips, swallowing.

I press a slow kiss to her neck and drag my lips up to her ear. “Keep going. Say it, sunshine.”

She lets out a shaky breath and tips her head back against my shoulder, baring her throat. I follow it down with my mouth, kissing to her collarbone, and she whimpers as I add a second finger, fucking her shallowly with them as my palm grinds against her clit.

The sounds spilling out of her aren’t words anymore, and god, they wreck me.

“I want you,” she manages to choke out, and I chuckle.

“The feeling is mutual.” I press a kiss below her ear, my breathing ragged. “How do you want me?”

“Gabriel, please,” she whines softly, bucking her hips a little. Every press of my fingers draws another broken sound out of her, and I’m so hard it hurts, fighting the urge to bend her over this railing right now.

“Tell me and it’s yours. Whatever you want.”

All I get is a gasp, so I sink my fingers into her as deep as they’ll go, and more words come spilling out.

“I need you. In-inside me.” She stutters over the words a little, her body undulating against mine as she seeks out more contact. I curl my fingers, teasing her g-spot and her clit at the same time as she makes plaintive noises.

“Like this?”

“No.” She shakes her head almost desperately, and fucking hell, I’m actually starting to doubt whether we can be as subtle or as quiet as I promised. I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.

I still my fingers, buried deep, and she whimpers at the loss of friction.

“Then tell me,” I demand. “I want to give it to you, sunshine. I’ll give you anything. Everything. I just need to hear you ask.”

She makes a small, frustrated sound, her thighs clamping down hard around my hand. And then she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. The words that will always light up my veins like a spark to tinder.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Chapter 34

Alexis

For a second, neither of us moves. My words hang there between us—please fuck me—and then Gabriel exhales against my ear, rough and hot.

His fingers slip out of me, and I bite back a whimper at the loss, but there’s no time to miss them. Behind me, his belt clinks open, then the soft rasp of his zipper meets my ears over the distant sound of the music. His pants rustle, fabric shifting against my hip, and he drags the skirt of my dress up a little higher, resting it just over the swell of my ass as he bends me forward a few degrees. My elbows brace on the railing, and to anyone below us who might happen to glance up, it would probably look like I was just resting in a casual stance as I survey the crowd.

But there’s nothing at all casual about how I feel right now.

Gabriel’s fingers are quick and purposeful as they hook the waistband of my panties and drag them downward, leaving them stretched around my upper thighs. The idea that he’s gotten me just naked enough to get access to what he needs, that he’s done the same himself with only his cock freed from his expensive pants, sends a lick of delicious fire shooting through me.

This is so risky. So wrong.