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Chapter twenty-two
She spent the whole afternoon and evening yesterday curled up in the corner of my couch reading some bullshit book I had for decoration. A fucking conversation piece, and she devoured it in hours. I knew, because I walked out of my office to check on her every fucking thirty minutes.
Which brought me to here; walking into my apartment today after work with a bag full of shit from Barnes & Noble, all because my dick couldn’t seem to want to leave this woman alone.
She was sitting in that same spot, watching some show with a bunch of British accents and men with ridiculous sideburns.
I settled in next to her, setting the bag on the floor between my legs. “I see you figured out how to work the TV.”
Her body relaxed as she turned to face me with a smile. “It only took me five days, but yep.” That smile was toxin, fucking infectious.
I really was an asshole. I could’ve shown her how to work the television her first day here.
“If this is the kind of shit you watch, I’m glad you didn’t figure it out sooner.”
She rolled her eyes, and I laughed.
“Come with me. There’s something I want to show you.” I grabbed the bag off the floor, then clicked the power on the remote when I stood up.
“What’s in the bag?” she asked as she followed me upstairs.
“Always with the fucking questions.” I sounded annoyed, but I wasn’t. I heard her heave a sigh at my back, and it made me smile.
We passed my bedroom and office, stopping at the end of the hall at the door to the stairwell. I pulled the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door, then led us to the rooftop.
The whole roof was covered in artificial turf. On one side, there was a gazebo with string lights and an outdoor sectional underneath. On the other side, there was a round table with four chairs. In the middle, I had a gas fire pit with Adirondack chairs. But the real focal point was the five-foot-high glass railing that bordered the edge.
Her eyes widened as she took it all in. “Chandler, this is gorgeous.”
“It’s not The Vessel, but I think the view is pretty great.” I set the books on the table.
We were twenty-two stories high with a perfect view of the Hudson and all of Hudson Yard. The city lights looked like fireflies dancing in the dark. Thunder rolled across the starless sky.
“In three more days, you’ll be back home in your bed, and this will all be a memory,” I added.
She smirked as she walked over to the glass enclosure, turning her back to the city and facing me. “I think you underestimate the power of your presence.”
Fuck. This woman was a knot in my chest, growing tighter by the day, and I wouldn’t stop until I unraveled her, piece by piece.
She splayed her arms at her sides and tipped her head back, looking up at the sky. She was wearing this white dress that buttoned all the way up the front. No bra. Never a fucking bra. I was starting to think she didn’t own one. The breeze flowing over the rooftop peaked her nipples and blew her dress off her thighs. That shit right there was what wet dreams were made of. Fuck television. I wanted to sit right here for hours and stare at her. Naked. While I jacked off and she watched, because… fuck. That was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Thunder roared again, as if even the universe was groaning at the sight of her. The universe couldn’t have her. She was mine.
“And you overestimate my kindness. Don’t think I won’t push you against that glass and fuck you in front of the world.”
Her head popped up at my words.
I walked over and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Would you like that, Princess?” I rasped with my lips against her cheek.
She swallowed, and I grinned.
“Your hot pussy pressed against the cool glass while I pound you from behind.” Her body quivered along with another rumble of thunder. The scent of rain was in the air, but it had nothing on the smell ofher.If I could have bottled that scent and worn it, I would have smothered myself in it. Wet pussy all day, every motherfucking day. I rubbed my thumb across her lips. “Maybe you’d like me to fuck your mouth again.” Her lips parted, and I slipped my thumb inside. My other hand reached around to grab a hearty handful of her perfect ass and squeezed like it belonged to me.It will belong to me.“Or maybe you want to fuck mine.” My fingers slid between her ass crack, then inched between her thighs. “You want to ride my face, Princess?” I pulled my thumb out and wet her lips with her own saliva. She let out this moan when I slid my finger over her pussy from behind—this fucking moan that put all other moans to shame.Fuck.
“Chandler.” She said my name and arched her back off the glass. Her fingers gripped the edge like she was about to fall over it.I know, Princess, I’m right on the edge with you.
My dick was rubbing her from the front. My fingers from behind. She was moaning my name. It was a goddamn fantasy come to life.
And then it started to rain. Not just a gentle, summer rain. The sky opened up and fell on top of us. The universe was staking its claim. I looked up at the sky and flipped it off. Then I grabbed her hand and the bag of books, before they were completely ruined, and took her back inside.
