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“You know what they’re thinking?”

He trailed one hand lightly over my stomach, pushing under the waistband of my underwear. “Mmm, so fucking wet.” He pushed one finger inside me, lightly rubbing my clit with his palm. My knees almost gave way, but he held me up with his other arm around my waist. “Now, where was I?”

I couldn’t remember for the life of me, lost as I was in the pleasure raging through me.

“Oh yes. All the people over there are watching us. You wanna know what they’re thinking?”

“What?” I dropped my head back on his shoulder, watching the opposite building, imagining the darkened rooms all occupied by people looking back at us. Dante increased the pressure of his hand, and I moved my hips restlessly against it.

He lightly grazed my shoulder with his teeth, making me moan. “Each one of those motherfuckers is wishing they were me, holding a hot, gorgeous woman in my arms while she shatters.” He lifted his hand and grabbed my breast, squeezing until it was almost painful, at the same time as he bit the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck. I gave him what he wanted. I came in his arms, gripping the window edge as my body shuddered and trembled and I moaned with the pleasure of it. “Lucia. So beautiful. So perfect. And all mine.”

My chest heaved as Dante let me go long enough to undo his pants and push them down and roll on a condom. “Hands on the window. Show them your beautiful tits. People are watching, don’t forget.”

I placed my palms on the cool glass, bracing myself for what I knew was coming. Dante’s hands shoved my underwear down to my thighs and gripped my hips while he lined himself up with my entrance, and then he slammed into me, filling me so perfectly I thought I’d never get enough.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he growled as he pounded into me.

I felt him grip my hair, pulling just enough to make me arch my back, hitting my clit with every stroke. Going more than a little wild from the heat coursing through me, I braced myself against the window and pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, moaning over and over. He let go of my hair, leaning over me to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. That was all it took to send me over the edge a second time. The pleasure bloomed through my core, radiating outward, making me convulse uncontrollably.

I almost collapsed when he pulled out and turned me around to face him. “Oh my god.” He was still hard. I knew what that meant. We were going for round three. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Of course you can. You’re a sex goddess.” Brushing my hair back from my forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture, he kissed me softly, gently entwining his tongue with mine, running his hands up and down my back in long, soothing strokes while I wrapped my arms around his neck. When my heart rate had finally slowed, he raised his head and smiled at me. I smiled back, because I felt like he was saying,Look at us, aren’t we amazing? Isn’t this so much fun?

“Hold on,cara,” he said, cupping my ass and lifting me easily, like I weighed no more than ninety pounds.

“Jesus,” I whispered, wrapping my arms tight around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, my trust in him absolute. I knew there was no way he would let me go, let me fall.

He pressed me against the window and I gasped at the feel of the cold glass on my back and ass, an exquisite counterpoint to the heat Dante radiated in front of me. He thrust into me, watching me with dark-eyed intensity as he started moving slowly and gently. As my breathing started to turn ragged, he lowered his head and kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. He kissed me endlessly, patiently, sweetly, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I had never felt sexier or more beautiful in my life.

I surrendered to it all, to him, to the pleasure he gave me. Just let it all spin out, wash over, fill me until I was on the brink of my third orgasm. Riding the wave, falling apart as I crested, holding on while I felt Dante jerking inside me in his own release.

When we were both done, he pulled out and lowered my feet carefully to the floor. I leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest, reveling in the feel of his hand gently stroking my hair.

“God. I think I need to lie down. I think my bones have melted. Or turned to rubber. Or something.”

I smiled at the deep chuckle rumbling under my cheek. “Okay. Come on.” He half-dragged, half-carried me to the bed and tucked me in. I was starting to fall asleep even before he came back from the bathroom, but I vaguely registered him curling around me and pressing a kiss into my hair.

CHAPTER7

Dante

Cold, morning sunlight peeked around the edges of the thick, gray curtains, desperately seeking entry. I knew what that meant. The rain had finally stopped. We could actually do something outside today. Lucy stirred next to me, running her hand over my chest and snuggling closer.

We had about twenty-four hours left before she flew out, and I intended to make every one of them count. “You know what we should do today?” I asked, moving my palm over her lush ass.

“Mmm?”

I smiled. She sounded so cute when she was sleepy. “We should go hiking.”

She raised her head abruptly, her eyes wide with excitement. “Yes!” She looked towards the windows, noticing, as I had, the lack of rain. “It won’t be too wet still?”

“Not with those brand spanking new ice-climbing boots of yours.”

“Great! Let’s go.” She threw the covers back and rolled out of bed. I took the opportunity to admire her luscious ass as she padded to the bathroom.

“It’s not even eight o’clock,cara.”

She stopped at the doorway and turned back to smile at me wickedly. “So? You sorry you suggested it? Are you too worn out after last night?”

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