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It’s a beautiful view, and I know at night it’s even more spectacular. I’ve owned the penthouse in this building for a few years, and even though I don’t often stay here, I enjoy quiet nights with a drink on the balcony.
“I love this. It feels like home without being gaudy,” Elisabet says, dragging me from the thoughts of the past that consume me at times.
“That makes me happy. I had it furnished a week ago when you put in the request to view.” I usually don’t do the final touches to the apartments, but after meeting her, I knew I wanted to give her something special. Even though she’s buying it herself, that small touch is my gift to her.
“You’re far too kind, Rome,” she tells me before turning and heading down the hallway. I want to follow her, to walk into her soon-to-be bedroom and take her right there. I want to christen her bed, making her scream my name, but I wait until she calls to me. “Are you coming?”
“I didn’t think you would be inviting me into your bedroom so soon,” I tease. Making my way toward her, I offer her a smile.
Elisabet shakes her head, laughs, and turns to step over the threshold into the enormous bedroom with attached bathroom. On one side are walk-in closets enough for two, and the opposite end is a door that leads into a bathroom with a shower, bath, and toilet. The clean lines, white tiles, and bright, blue rugs I purchased make the place less clinical and more comforting.
“This is bigger than I imagined,” she says.
“I hear that from all the ladies.” I wink at her playfully, earning me a scowl. “What? You were the one who said it.”
“You knew what I meant,” she retorts, her hand landing on her hip as she regards me with narrowed eyes.
I nod, moving deeper into the room and pressing the button close to the window, which opens the electronic blinds. There’s a soft whoosh as they open, offering her a similar view to the living room, only this is a small size as there’s no balcony, but rather just a window seat.
“Oh my god, Rome,” Elisabet gasps in shock. “This is everything I could’ve asked for. I didn’t notice the window seat in the photos online.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure they managed to get a good shot of this,” I tell her as I step aside. She slides onto the cushioned seating and lies back. Her body looks languid and lithe, which doesn’t help my erection from calming down.
“I could see you lying there naked,” I tell her honestly. I don’t want this to only be about sex, but I know she’ll only put those walls up again if I said anything too sweet or romantic.
“Is that how you always see me?” she asks, arching a dark brow. Her long, dark hair is fanned behind her, making her look ethereal. But this woman is far from innocent. Her seductive nature is something that doesn’t need working on; she’s naturally sensual. And that’s where the problem lies. I can’t say no to her.
“Not always. Sometimes, I see you in lingerie; other times, I see you still dressed, but the hemline of your dress is around your waist while I fuck you against the window of your living room.”
I’m honest to a fault. Most times, it earns me a slap, but I can’t lie to a beautiful woman. Especially when it comes to the one in front of me right now.
Elisabet smiles, her eyes sparking with mischief when she pushes to her feet and walks up to me, closing the distance between us. She stops inches from me, her face tilted back, her eyes locked on mine.
“Why don’t you show me?”
Her words incite an inferno of pure lust as it courses through my body. Every inch of me is ablaze, flames of need licking against my skin. I lean in, reaching for the hemline of her black dress, and I push it up, tugging it over her head.
“I thought you wanted me in my dress?”
“I lied,” I murmur as my hands find her ass and I lift her against me. A whimper tumbles from her plump, red lips when she rubs up against me, feeling my cock throb at her center.
I walk through the apartment, making my way into the living room. When I reach the windows, I press her up against them, her body pinned between mine and the cool glass.
“Rome,” she whimpers, and my cock responds with a jolt of need. “Please,” she pleads when my fingers find her panties drenched.
“Were you turned on since lunch?” I ask, my tone taking on a low rumble as I taunt her pussy through the slick material. She nods, which makes me smile. “So, I was right. You were needy for me, thinking about my cock inside you,” I tell her when I push the panties aside and slip two fingers inside her. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re dripping.”
