Sweet Seduction Sabotage by Nicola Claire Read Free Book Online

gingerly stood up and away from the angled window pane as he dealt with the used condom, then looked at what had supported him moments before over his shoulder, running a hand through his short, black-brown hair.
    "Fuck," he said under his breath. "I am monumentally glad not to be leaning against that any more."
    "But yet you still came," I pointed out. And, man, did he come.
    "You bring out the adventurer in me."
    We stared at each other, his trousers still around his ankles, his cock glistening in the lights of the room. It lengthened again under my gaze. I wasn't surprised. Our liaisons may have been quick and furtive in the past, but he'd always left me with a semi-rigid cock. As though readying himself for round two, even though he'd inevitably deny us both that pleasure.
    Tonight was the first time we'd contemplated more than one fuck.
    "Are you wearing underwear?" he asked, voice a husky rasp.
    I nodded.
    "Take them off."
    I kept my eyes on his as I reached beneath my skirt and slipped my thong down my thighs, lifting one knee and then the next to get the garment off. He held out his palm, pocketing my knickers in his jacket when I handed them over. I wasn't getting them back, I knew that now.
    "I'm going to fuck you from behind, on your knees, so you can watch the people below watching you."
    Oh, dear freaking God, I actually made a hungry sound at those words. He chuckled, and walked slowly behind me. Heat washed down my spine, knowing his gaze was devouring my body right then. I still had a short skirt on and a tight blouse, I wasn't naked by any stretch, despite the lack of underwear right then. But I felt bare. I felt exposed. I felt a little raw by the time he stopped behind my arse.
    He knelt down behind me, both of us on the glass, his hot hand ran over the curve of my butt cheek, over the material of my skirt. His other centred on my back and pushed me forward, making my hands come out and land flat on the glass. I noticed a sweaty mark spread out around my palm and fingers, like they had around his on the window pane.
    My skirt got inched up painfully slowly, higher and higher up my thighs, until my arse was bared in all its naked glory. He stroked a heated hand over my skin, rubbing in a languid circle. His knees spread my thighs further apart, bringing himself close to my rear. I heard the condom wrapper, knew he was sheathing himself right then. My back arched in anticipation, my breaths quickened, my heart leapt into my throat.
    He waited, longer than rolling on a condom should have taken. The delay was excruciating. I felt him lean forward, draping over my back, his hands came down either side of mine, his nose nestling into my hair at the nape of my neck.
    His lips trailed up my sweaty skin and he whispered in my ear, "Open your eyes." How did he know I'd closed them? "Look below us." I blinked to bring the view so far beneath our perch into focus. "Your pussy is exposed. Your face could be seen when in the grip of pleasure. My cock watched as it slides in and fucks you hard."
    Oh, God . I was on the edge already, sure I'd come just from his words alone, from the image he created in my mind. From the fact I was on all fours on a thin piece of reinforced glass metres and metres above a bustling Auckland street.
    "Keep looking. Do not close your eyes. Watch them watching you."
    A sound of desperation slipped from my lips, Drew didn't try to stop it. He seemed to want those on the other side of the particle board wall to hear. He came up from his lean over me, positioned himself at my entrance, then gripped my hips, holding me steady.
    "Are your eyes open, Kelly?"
    I nodded.
    "Say the words."
    "Yes," breathed from my parched lips.
    A long, drawn out pause. I was going to kill him if he didn't fuck me soon.
    "Red or black?" he whispered, his whole body held taut at my back.
    "Red. Red. Red," I answered hungrily, despairingly, eagerly.
    He shifted to enter, tightened his hold on my hips, then rasped, "Who am