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The couple in the window had moved now so that the woman had her back to the window. The man lifted her leg up and hooked it around his hip.
I bit my lip. And just then a child ran around our bench. I panicked and closed my legs on Johnny’s hand, trapping him. Luckily the child was just a fast-moving blur, oblivious to us.
“What time do we have to be at work?” Johnny’s voice sounded rough, slightly breathless.
My pussy tightened. I looked at my watch, feeling slightly dazed. “In three hours.”
He muttered something indecipherable and then he was standing up and all but dragging me back down the High Line, under the hotel and retracing our steps. Between my legs was indecently slick.
I gripped his hand, “Where are we going?”
He barely glanced at me. “You’ll see.”
And then we were going back down the iron-girded stairs to the street level and Johnny was looking around for something. I only got an inkling of what he was doing when I saw the discreet entrance of the Standard hotel appear ahead of us down a cobbled side street.
Struck dumb I could only follow as Johnny greeted the doorman jauntily. We went into the hotel, going up to the reception level. And then I watched, gobsmacked, as he charmed the knickers off the stunning receptionist. The shock dissipated and my excitement spiked to hear him ask for one of their best corner rooms.
I couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, even when the receptionist sent me an obviously envious glance as she checked the credit card, and then Johnny was pulling me in his wake to the elevators.
We were alone inside the lift. I turned to him, still in shock. My clit wasn’t in shock, though, it was way ahead of me, pulsing with anticipation.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
He smiled at me wickedly. “You’ll believe it in about ten minutes when your legs are wrapped around my waist and we’re giving a mile-high show to everyone across the river.”
Johnny led the way down a corridor, looking for the right room. Then he was opening the door onto an impressive corner room with spectacular views over the Hudson.
Oh my God. This isn’t a dream.
No guy, ever, had done anything so spontaneous. Steve had wangled his way into my apartment on the basis of little more than what—I’d thought—had been the best sex of my life and an intense interest in everything about me. For the first time, that memory didn’t sting. I was too distracted.
I followed Johnny into the room as he prowled around it. He went to the floor-to-ceiling window and beckoned me over. I slipped out of my leather jacket and let it drop to the ground.
I felt reckless and wild. And free. The past was dropping away and I welcomed it.
Johnny’s mouth quirked as he gestured to the view that favored the river rather than the High Line. “I thought it best to try to not scar any children for life.”
I thought of the child running along the High Line and something in me melted at his consideration, even as he was about to do something unspeakably pornographic with me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Ryan.”
He arched a brow. “So are you.” We efficiently stripped within seconds until we were both naked. Jesus. I was so ready after that bike ride and watching the explicit show in the window.
Johnny’s hot gaze dropped down over my body. The huge windows around us heightened everything. I stepped up to him and took his cock in my hands. It was already hard and got harder as I stroked it in my fist. He put his arms around me and lifted me up on tiptoe, kissing me deeply and so thoroughly that I got even wetter.
Within minutes he had me facing the window, arms spread wide. He pressed against me, his erection an enticing hard length just above my buttocks. His hands explored me thoroughly, coming around to reach between my legs, fingers parting my slick folds and thrusting deep into my pussy. I groaned and swiveled my hips, as if I could ride his fingers.
His other hand cupped a breast and tweaked a nipple to stinging hardness. And then he put his hands on my hips and dragged me back toward him, making me bend forward slightly as the head of his cock found my entrance. He seated himself deep in one smooth move, making me groan loudly.
I gasped. I was so turned on and wet that he glided in and out easily. I tightened my muscles around him, and this time he was the one who groaned.
A tourist sightseeing boat chugged past along the river. We were far enough away that we couldn’t make out the people, but as if reading my mind, Johnny said gruffly, “Imagine if they have binoculars, Ash... They’re probably looking up here right now...”
I moaned, the thought making my muscles clench around him even tighter.
He moved so that I was more upright, closer to the window, his arms wrapped around me, one hand down between my legs, close to where he was thrusting in and out with remorseless precision. His thumb found my clit and rubbed against me rhythmically, sending me into orbit.
My head went back, leaning against his shoulder. Every muscle in my body was tightening. I reached around behind me to clasp his thrusting buttocks as if I could make him go deeper, harder. Back arched. Breasts bared and thrust forward wantonly.
