Page 59 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

I try not to look at the windows in fear that I’ll chicken out and run out of the room with a failed fantasy to haunt me forever. Instead, I stand before him, clad only in my lace panties and heels.

He takes a step back to admire me. A low growl escapes his lips as he takes in my nearly naked form. The hunger in his eyes, and the knowledge that strangers are also watching my every move, sets my body ablaze.

His fingers hook into the lace of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. I step out of them, feeling extremely exposed in the best possible way. His lips find mine again, his kiss dominating and possessive.

For the first time since entering the room, I steal a peek at the windows. Several pairs of eyes are fixed on us, observing our every move with unabashed curiosity. The heat between my legs intensifies as I realize how many people are truly watching, and I press myself closer to him, eager to put on a show.

I reach up and unfasten his shirt, revealing the muscular chest beneath. And tattoos... holy shit... so many tattoos. My fantasy truly coming to life.

He groans as my fingers trace the intricate patterns inked onto his skin. I try to push his shirt off his shoulders, but he stops me and shakes his head. He wants to keep the cloak on, the mystery, and I’m fine with that. More than fine.

With a smirk, I undo his belt buckle and slide the leather through the loops. His pants have to go, however.

I glance back at the window and give a smirk to the viewers. Yeah, that’s right. He’s mine for the night.

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