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I’m not sure I’ve ever met a more infuriating woman than Amalie. I’ve also never, in my entire life, met a woman who could consume my thoughts so completely, and refuse to leave my head even when she’s nowhere in sight.
It should have made me put as much space between us as I possibly could. Instead, we’ve ended up in this mutually beneficial arrangement—as much as I know I should feel like a fool for bringing her closer rather than avoiding her altogether.
I can’t put my finger on what it is about her that’s so different. Her wide, pretty green eyes looking up at me as she takes me in her mouth, her gorgeous face twisted up in pleasure, her perfect body under my hands—none of that is so different from any other woman I’ve had in my bed. I don’t know if it’s her bratty mouth, or the strange mixture of conceit and vulnerability in her, or the way that I feel sure she’s keeping something to herself that she doesn’t want me to know. I’ve never been a man to be caught up in a mystery—my life is complicated enough as it is—but Amalie, for some reason, has piqued my curiosity in a way that I can’t seem to shake.
“You haven’t told me your last name,” I mention off-hand in the car, on the way back to my hotel. I keep my voice light, teasing, but I notice the way she flinches ever so slightly when I say it. Another mystery.
“Maybe I don’t want you to know.” Her voice is light, too, but there’s something forced behind it. “Maybe you’d recognize it if I told you, since you clearly must be someone important in Boston.”
“What makes you say that?”
She rolls her eyes instantly. “You have a penthouse in Ibiza. Money is nothing to you. This place is a playground to you, but in a way that you make it seem as if it’s almost beneath you to be here. You’resomeone.”
That piques my curiosity even more. “So why haven’t you asked mine?”
“MaybeIdon’t want to know.” Amalie slides towards me, across the leather seats, straddling my lap as easily as if she belongs there. My hands go instinctively to her hips, holding her in place as she reaches up, trailing her fingers through my hair. “We don’t have to be ourselves here,” she says softly. “When this week is up, and we go our separate ways, we’ll never see each other again. It doesn’t matter what your last name is, or mine, or who we are back in Chicago or Boston, because it doesn’t make any differencehere. And back there—”
I silence her with a kiss, before I can say something that I shouldn’t. There’s a pang in my chest at the thought of letting her go when this is over. I do my best to ignore it, to focus on the softness of her mouth and the feeling of her body under my hands, howgoodshe feels sitting atop me.This is about sex, not feelings.The two have never intertwined for me, and I’ve neverhadfeelings for anyone. They have no place anywhere for me—not at home, where my every decision has to be made with a clear mind and a careful hand, and certainly not here, where I’ve come to unburden myself of all those expectations.
I can fuck her out of my system in a week.There’s no reason to think that I can’t. And we have all the time that we need to do exactly that.
The penthouse feels too far away, even as we stumble out of the car when it pulls up to the curb. The distance between the sidewalk and the elevator feels like a mile as we hurry towards it. The moment we’re behind those doors, and I slip my key card into the slot, I press her up against the mirrored wall, my mouth crashing down hungrily onto hers.
I’ll hold nothing back. I’ll fuck her in every way I can imagine. I’ll do everything I can possibly think of with her, indulge my every whim and desire, and then there will be nothing left to want when it finally comes time to let her go.
Amalie moans, arching against me, her hands clutching at the front of my shirt with that same fervent desire. I already know what I want from her before we even get inside my penthouse. The moment we step into the dark, cool room, I strip her shirt over her head, filling my hands with her breasts as I back her towards the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks Ibiza from the living room.
“What—” she starts to ask, and I silence her with another kiss, my hands fumbling with the front of her shorts. She’s undoing my shirt buttons as we speak, tugging them loose, and I shrug the garment off, letting it join the trail of clothing that reaches all the way to the window as her shorts drop to the floor.
I pull back for just a moment, drinking the sight of her in. She’s fucking perfection, all lightly tanned skin, luscious dark auburn hair, perfect breasts behind the lace of the flimsy bralette she’s wearing, her thong barely covering the apex of her thighs. I can already see how wet she is, the soft cream-colored material between her legs darkened with it, clinging to her bare skin. I sink to my knees in front of her without thinking, nearly snapping the thin straps of her thong in my hurry to slide it down her hips.
“Lean back,” I murmur, gently pushing her back against the window, and she gasps. I see her turn to look at the vista just beyond it, at the long drop to the sidewalk below. I can feel the irrational fear that shudders through her at having nothing but the pane of glass between her and that drop. It would be almost impossible for it to break, but that small frisson of fear adds spice to what I’m about to do to her next.
“Take off your bra,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, and she obeys. I see her small breasts above me, trembling as she draws in another shuddering breath, rosy nipples peaked and hard with excitement. I slide my hands up to her hips, holding her there as I press my mouth between her thighs, sliding my tongue up through her folds to her small, swollen clit.
Her entire body jerks when I drag my tongue over her. I’m not interested in teasing her just now—I want to find out how quickly she can come apart for me. I want to show her how thoroughly I can master her pleasure, and I press my lips tightly against her, sucking her into my mouth as she cries out above me, her hand sliding into my hair.
I grab her wrist, pressing her hand back against the glass. “Just like that,” I murmur, moving her other hand into the same position. I see her give one more fleeting, nervous look to what’s just beyond the window before I press my lips and tongue to her clit again, and her eyes flutter shut in pure bliss.
It doesn’t take long to make her come. She’s drenched, sweet arousal flowing over my tongue, and a shudder ripples through her as I slide one hand up her thigh, pushing two fingers into her as I flutter my tongue over her clit. She clenches around me, her body pressed hard to the glass, her head thrown back as she gasps and seizes, crying out my name as she climaxes on my tongue.
“Good girl.” I press one last kiss against her clit, fluttering my tongue one more time over the pulsing flesh, and then stand up. Amalie’s eyes fly open, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, but I have no intention of giving her even a moment to recover.
I grab her waist, flipping her around so that the front of her body is pressed to the glass window as I undo the front of my pants, shoving them down along with my boxers to the floor. There’s something deeply erotic about fucking her fully clothed while she’s bare, but I want to feel my skin against hers. I nudge her ankles apart, gripping both of her wrists and raising her hands over her head as I reach between us, lining the swollen head of my cock up against her dripping entrance.
“David—” Amalie gasps my name, and I swear it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. Her back is arched, her ass pressing back against me. She wants this, wantsme, but I can hear that fear still lacing her voice, see the wide-eyed look there as she looks down. “David—”
“You’re safe.” I groan as I push my cockhead into her, feeling her instantly tighten around me. “Nothing will happen. But it’s exciting to think it might, isn’t it?”
“I—” She gasps aloud as I thrust into her, hard, sinking to the hilt in one long, hot slide that nearly sends my eyes rolling back into my head with the sheer pleasure of it. “I don’t know—”
“Yes, you do.” My hand tightens around her wrists, the other gripping the side of her hip as I thrust into her again, pushing her against the glass. Her soft breasts are molded against it, an outline of her body forming from the heat of her skin. “There’s nothing but a pane of glass between us and what’s down there. And there’s nothing at all to keep everyone there—” I nod towards the building directly across from us, “—from seeing exactly what I’m doing to you. From watching me fuck you like this. Nothing to stop them from seeing you and wishing they were the ones inside of you.”
I punctuate the words with another hard thrust, sinking into her and grinding my hips against the perfect softness of her ass. “Think about that, Amalie. There might be some man over there, watching us right now, getting hard because he’s seeing you get fucked. Do you think he could keep his hands off of himself, seeing you like this? I don’t think so.”
She gasps, shuddering and clenching around me, and I grit my teeth against the sudden jolt of pleasure. The fantasy is almost too much for me, and I want to draw it out.
I slide the hand on her hip around, in between her legs, spreading her folds open. I thrust hard, rocking her forward, pressing her clit against the glass as I start to fuck her in short, rhythmic motions that rub her drenched flesh against the chilly surface. “Look at you,” I murmur in her ear, pulling her hips back as I stroke my fingers over her clit. “Exposed like this, being fucked like this for anyone to see. And you want it, don’t you? It’s going to make you come. You’re going to come all over my fingers. All over my cock—”
