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My stomach drops at the height of the building but Adrian murmurs in my ear, “You’re safe here, safe from everything except being my fuck toy. Isn’t that what you said you wanted?”

I wonder if they can see me. There’s no other building this tall, but it would only take someone craning their neck to see me bared to the powerful man behind me.

My answer is a moan. He puts both my hands on the cool glass. “Keep your hands up,” he commands me. “And spread your legs.” My breasts press against the glass as my hips are pulled against his crotch. His erection pushes against my ass.

His hand dips down between my thighs and teases up until he’s stroking my clit, alternating it with pushing his fingers inside me until I whimper for more. Then he focuses relentlessly on my clit until I come on his fingers with a cry, shaking against the windowpane. My legs nearly give out and I cling to Adrian as best I can, holding on to him to keep my balance. His lips trail down my neck as he toys with me, bringing me closer and hotter to yet another release. It’s hot and my pulse races, for the sheer force of my orgasm and from the view. The chill of the glass is at odds with how my body hums. He plays me like he knows every inch of me, and I fucking love it. I love what he does to me.

He tells me, “I think I’ll fuck you here.” His fingers slip lower, to a place I’ve only experimented with once. My eyes widen slowly and my lips part in anO. “Have you had anal before?”

I swallow thickly before answering, “Not in a long while.”

“Did you enjoy it?” he questions and I rest my head back, staring down at the city. “It was … different. We didn’t get far,” I admit. A college fling once tried … we were drunk and lube was scarce. “It was a no go for lack of … preparation.”

A deep rumble of consideration comes from his chest as he seems to consider what I’ve told him. “Are you curious?” he asks.

“Yes,” I admit, my heart racing.

“And you would you trust me to do my due diligence?” he questions and I can feel his smile against my neck. His fingers play at my clit again and my “yes” becomes a moan of approval. The thought instantly makes me nervous, but I would let Adrian do anything. I trust him.

“Lie down for me over here,” he says, picking me up and taking me to his sofa. At first I yelp in surprise, clinging to him, but it quickly turns into a short laugh, smiling into the crook of his neck.

He’s gentle as he sets me down on the soft leather cushion. “Wait here.”

He comes back a moment later and puts me into position on his couch, on my belly, knees bent slightly. I’m quick to grab a pillow, laying my cheek against it and wondering what he’ll feel like …there.

Adrian kneels behind me and spreads me wide, his fingers playing at that place, cool and slick with lube. He pushes one finger inside, then two. It’s an odd pressure and it makes me tense slightly before relaxing. The simple act heats my entire body and with it, my head thrashes and I moan gently into the pillow.

“How does it feel?” he questions.

“Good,” I respond in a groan as his other hand finds my clit, his fingers still in my ass. “Fuck,” I moan into the pillow.

“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable,” he tells me. “This shouldn’t hurt, Suzette. It should feel good.” All I can do is nod with my eyes closed. The sensation is all consuming, tingling every inch of me. With a whimper, I swear it’s more sensitive and more illicit to be fucked like this.

He shifts us to the floor, which gives me a sensation of stability that the couch didn’t, and I feel the head of him against me. I take in a quick breath.

“Push back,” he orders, and I do. My body goes hot as he presses inside.

My hands fist the pillows and he tells me to relax.

“I want you to enjoy this,” he whispers at the shell of my ear, his warm breath and gentle kisses adding to the overwhelming sensation.

With my eyes half-lidded, my lips part and I push back. Strangled moans pour from me. “That’s my good girl,” he urges me on, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. Adrian murmurs things behind me but doesn’t rush. It’s very slow, and it makes me all the hotter. The full sensation turns to something else, something needy and undeniably pleasurable. Inch by inch I push myself back on him until he’s fully inside me.

It’s that last thrust that seems to shock my system. My eyes go wide and it feels too much, too hot, too full. Just too much.

“Oh,” I gasp. Biting down on my lip, I utter a small grievance. “Stop, no. I don’t know.” It happened too fast, out of nowhere. He stops at once, stilling and my hand grabs the top of his.

“It’s all right. How do you feel?” he questions. Fuck, it’s just so much. I want it, I want him.I want this.It’s a sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

“Scared,” I admit to him, remembering how much it hurt before. It was nothing like this. Not at all, but with a cold sweat on the back of my neck, I swallow down the unwanted memory.

“Just breathe,” he says softly. “Give me a word that means stop.”

“Whiskey,” I say, the first thing that comes to mind.

“I’m going to move, Suzette.”

He does, and it feels overwhelming to the point of paralyzing. There’s not an ounce of control left for me; all I can do is hold on. I’ve never been taken in such a forbidden way before. Adrian is slow at first, then faster and deeper. I clutch a blanket he’s thrown on the floor beneath us. With one hand on my clit, he takes full advantage of pushing me to the edge.

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