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“The windows—someone’s going to see,” I say, nervously. My panties are still on, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got my ass plastered to the glass.

King chuckles. The sound is addicting.

His lips press on my neck, and he promises, “Between the dark and the fact that we’re seventeen stories in the air, there’s no one that’s going to see us. There’s just ocean behind you anyway, love.”

Without waiting for a response, his hands slide down, pushing my panties to the ground. This time, I let him. My bare ass presses to the glass, a shock of cold compared to the heat of his body. I curl my arms around his neck while a hand slips between my legs, a single finger stroking over my slit.

I’m so wet already, it’s almost embarrassing. At least, it would be if King’s slick-covered erection wasn’t pressed hard to my hip.

“Not fair that you still have clothes on,” I mutter, even as my eyes flutter shut at the steady, soft strokes of his finger.

“No, you’re right. And I would hate to not be fair,” says King. He pulls his hands away enough to undo the front of his slacks, sliding both his pants and his boxers down. He kicks them out of the way, then places his hand between my legs again.

And this time, a finger presses in and up, and a second one, the heat of his hand and the stretch of it leaving me gasping. I’m no virgin but I spend so much time at work that it’s been a while. My thighs are already trembling from the pleasure that’s coursing through me.

I spread my legs a little wider, and he grinds the meat of his palm against my clit. Stars bounce bright in my vision, bursts of pleasure that coil down and settle in the pit of my belly. It doesn’t stay like that for long though—his fingers are replaced by the broad head of his cock.

I gasp when he presses inside of me, groaning and tightening my grip against the back of his neck. King presses in, in, in, until he’s fully hilted inside of me. I can’t breathe through the pleasure, my whole face burning red and hot.

There’s a shift and then a heft. My feet are no longer on the ground. A squeak drifts into a moan as he hefts me up, rolling his hips to keep inside of me through the motion.

My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders.

But it doesn’t matter.

With the way that King sets to fucking me, I don’t have to worry about being dropped. It’s a hard press, a sharp sound of skin against skin. Each thrust up is so strong, I swear that I can feel it in my throat. The pleasure that fills me is pure bliss.

And I can’t help but think, fuck, it’s a good thing that I came out to San-Fran.

Then King rolls his hips and catches that bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. And then I’m not thinking of anything anymore.

Chapter Three

Owen

Earlymorninglightandthe rich smell of coffee heralds Tess’s departure.

“I had fun,” says Tess. “I guess the name fits the man.”

She’s already dressed, having declined breakfast citing that she needed to catch a flight that afternoon.

I laugh a little. “I’ve been told it’s a decent match.” For a brief second, I consider asking her to stay once more but instead, I say, “If you’re ever back in the city, you should stop by The Dot again. We might see each other.”

Tess smiles, raking her fingers through her hair, unwittingly messing her auburn curls even more. “Yes, maybe we will.”

It looks like she wants to say more but her phone makes a soft beeping sound at that moment. She stares at the screen and mutters something about the Uber being here already.

I like to think that I bring home exactly the people that I’m meant to bring home. Quite a few business connections have been formed post-orgasm in the bedroom, and while Tess might not be involved in the advertising industry, something tells me that this was one of those nights that was just meant to be.

She leans in and gives me one last kiss before stepping into the elevator. The doors slide shut, blocking her from view. Despite what we said, I won’t see her again.

That’s normally a good thing. That’s the whole point of only giving out my office nickname at bars, making people think it’s my first name.

But this morning, something is twinging in my chest. I can’t help but feel like this time, she would have been fun to get to know better. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this relaxed with someone.

I brush aside that thought. Coffee first, and then a hot shower. And then straight to the office for back-to-back meetings.

I’ve only half-gotten the soap rinsed out of my hair when my phone rings. Ingrained business instincts have me shutting off the water, reaching out, and hitting the answer button, then the speaker button in fast succession.

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