Page 44 of VOGUEish

She opened her eyes and found him leaning up on one elbow watching her. “Can we do that again?” she asked. “Only with you on top and in me?”

He stood. “I think we can manage that.”

Leaning up on her elbow, she watched him. God, the man had broad shoulders and sexy pecs. And— “I’m sorry about the night we met.”

His lips quirked. “Why?”

“Because you were clearly at a party, and I brought you down with my schoolgirl tears.”

A lopsided smile lit up his eyes. “It was my honor to come to your rescue.”

“Now I want your beautiful penis to come to my rescue.”

He glanced down at his cock. “The lady thinks you’re beautiful.”

“Now that I know you, I should have chosen a more impressive image to insinuate was yours to all my classmates.”

“That was very naughty of you.”

“Are you mad?”

He shook his head. “Once in a lifetime, a man gets to rescue a princess. You were my once-in-a-lifetime.”

She reached out and ran a finger down the center of his pecs. “Do you have another once-in-a-lifetime fantasy we can play out tonight?”

Something flashed in his eyes. He moved off the bed, snagged her wrist, and pulled her to the window that looked out over the front of her apartment. He opened the curtains.

She glanced out at the people strolling on the sidewalks. Across the road were other warehouses like hers. Not Sign-Guy’s. His was on the backside of their home.

“Place your hands on the window,” Chandler ordered roughly.

She did, feeling wanton and delicious spread out like this where anyone could see.

“Don’t turn around,” he ordered.

“Why?” On the corner lot, she could see the biker bar. A bar she’d always wanted to go into but was too afraid too because of its scary clientele. Maybe if she was wanton enough to stand in a window and be fucked, she could find the gumption to enter that establishment.

“Because I’m in charge.” The authority in his voice caused her sex to tighten, and besides, she didn’t need to turn. The tear of a wrapper clued her in to what he was doing.

“Spread your legs.” He walked up behind her and blew on her neck, sending a wave of anticipation through her.

“Whatever you say.” She spoke in a demure tone of compliance, and he groaned as if totally digging the idea of her being his submissive for the night.

He reached around her and thumbed her clit. “Does it turn you on to have sex with an audience?”

“I don’t think they can see,” she murmured. “I don’t see any lights.”

“That’s only because they don’t want you to know they’re watching.” He placed his cock at the vee of her legs and rubbed her with its length. Its incredible, beautiful length.

She hissed a breath. “I’m going to come again if you keep doing that.”

“Not yet. You can’t come until I tell you to come.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, mesmerized to discover she liked an alpha in the bedroom. Liked the growly orders. They made her feel all lusty and intoxicated.

“Scoot back and bend over,” he ordered. “Brace yourself with your hands on the windowsill.”

She did and her brain stopped working when he inched his way inside her. Her blood heating in her veins with each movement he made, coming to a boiling point when she had fully accommodated his incredible erection.

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