Page 22 of High-Rise Heat

“How fast do you come in your fantasies?” he demands and I look into his green eyes. His expression is so determined that I need us to be naked. I run a hand up the front of my dress and I grab the spaghetti straps. I yank the front down to my waist, letting my naked tits pop out. Dom groans at the sight of them and I immediately run my fingers over my hard nipples.

“I imagine you doing exactly this in the middle of our conference meetings,” I say naughtily. “I imagine straddling your office chair, popping open my blouse, and watching you pull back the cups of my bra and—”

Dom tears my fingers away from my tits and he replaces them with his mouth. He sucks hard, ripping an erotic moan from my throat. His tongue twists over my nipple and he rakes his teeth across the soft flesh. My back arches as he moves from one breast to the other, his fingers still pumping inside me.

“Tell me your other fantasizes,” he orders and I stare down at him gasping. “Now!”

He bites my nipple and white spots of pleasure rake over my vision.

“I, I—” I pant. “When we were in San Francisco, I imagined you fucking me on the mahogany conference table. I imagined you sandwiching me between your cock and the hard wood, and my ass sliding across the varnished table as you fucked me from one side of it to the other.”

He bites my nipple again and I cry out.

“And, and—” I try to find words, delirious. “When we’re at your house, I imagine you taking me up to your bedroom and removing all of my clothing slowly, sensually.”

I lift his head from my tits and start unbuttoning his shirt. He gazes at me, his mouth open, as I slowly undress him. His fingers still pump inside me, but his pace slows as I run both my hands over his shoulders and push his shirt off his back.

“And I like the way it feels to be stretched out under you,” I say softly against this lips. “My arms pinned above my head.” Dom slips his fingers out of me to take both my arms in his, doing exactly what I’ve just said and pinning my wrists against the wall. “Fuck, that’s so much hotter in person,” I pant as my knees cup his ribs and my wet nipples brush against his chest. His lips hover above mine and I feel prone and perfect under him.

He kisses me softly, in the delicate way I first expected him to, only my tits brush his muscles and make moan for more. My cunt pounds, achingly empty, and when I lift my hips his belt buckle brushes against my swollen clit. “Oh wow!” I whimper against his mouth as the cold electricity makes my hips buck. “I want to touch your …”

He kisses me again, softer this time as he takes one of my hands and drags it down his chest to his pants. When he lets go, I caress the bulge in his trousers, delighting in his moan as I undo his buckle and slide my hand over his hot skin. His cock is huge in my fingers and it hits me that I’m touching Dom. For real. Not imagining it. Not wishing it, but actually stroking his beautiful cock.

“Fuck,” he curses as I pull him out of his pants. I look between us to where he’s thick and extended, running my fingers over his length. Dom’s drops my other hand so he can clutch the edges of the desk, leaning his head against my forehead. I explore him with both of my hands, pushing his pants down over his ass and hips, before sliding his velvet head through my soaked wetness. He groans again and I use his tip to tease myself, swirling him over my clit and moaning as I drag this cock across my aching entrance.

I tilt my gaze up and chastely kiss him. “Where do you want me?” I ask. “The wall? The bed? Right here?”

Dom cups my face in both hands and kisses me passionately. It’s the type of kiss that feels like it holds every moment I’ve ever lusted over him in it.

I lift my hips, taking in his tip.

“Wait,” he says hotly, pulling back, and I hear him kick off his shoes and pants, then he lifts my ass and pulls my dress down off my legs. We’re both completely naked as he bends forward to pick me up, lifting me from my bottom and forcing me to grab hold of his neck to keep myself upright. He strides to the glass window where all of Hong Kong glitters, and my heart races when I realize he’s going to fuck me against that sea of turquoise glass, against the skyline, with the whole world sparkling at my back.

Cold shoots through my shoulder blades as my spine presses against the flat expanse, his body a fire that envelopes my front as he kisses me passionately, spreading me between man and sky.

Then his hips thrust.

His cock parts me and I gasp his name—“Dom!”—clutching his shoulders as his thickness fills me in one swift plunge. The connection is intense and he looks me in the eye as he starts to pull back slowly, making me feel every inch of him. God, he’s big, and I bite his lip because all of this feels too expansive and overwhelming. Especially as he slides back into me, slower and deliberate, making me feel the thick and powerful way we connect. My feet press against the glass and my knees open wide to accommodate him.

“Dom,” I whisper, becoming conscious thatthisis actually happening. Not just in my mind, but here against the glass Dom is increasing his pace and pumping deeper into my pussy. “Dom, you’re fucking me!” I say it out loud in a wicked rasp to make it real, acknowledging it. “Jesus, Dom, you’re fu—” he kisses me and it’s so primal and hot, I whimper and cling to him, my pussy clenching and stroking his cock.

My back sweats as I slide up and down the glass, my tits swollen and raking against his chest. When he breaks our kiss and pulls back to look in my eyes, it feels like he touches a whole new piece of me. The connection is fierce, his gaze as intense and as turned on as mine. Neither one of us thought we’d fuck for the first time against a window like this, and all I can do is stare at him in delicious reverence, savoring the way he drives into me. He tilts his head down for a minute, breaking our connection and burying his face into my neck. His muscles tense as he continues to fuck, concentrating, holding me up, making me focus on the movement of his hips and how his cock builds friction in my cunt.

It’s unbelievable.

He works me into a frenzy, making my whole body slippery and wet, then he lifts his mouth to my ear and in the naughtiest voice imaginable says: “How does it feel to be fucked by your boss?”

My pussy clenches, those words turning me on in a way that puts me right at the edge. “Naughty,” I gasp, attempting to cling to the back of his neck, but my palms are too slippery. “Sexy. Perfect. So ready, and so hot, and—Oh God, Dom! I’m going to—”

My body clenches and I cry out.

The orgasm steamrolls me, pounding through my pussy in wicked pulses that make me stiffen in his arms. Only, he doesn’t slow his pace, he fucks me harder. He pushes me past the edge till heat shoots through my limbs and air fills my lungs and has me gasping. I look up through the glass to where the sky is brilliant with a thousand stars. I can feel them exploding through my body as Dom clutches my ass and comes with me, roaring into my neck as we both fly into the stars—a detonation of heat and fire and weightless infinity.

Our bodies melt into each other as aftershocks rock through our skin, both of us panting. He holds me pinned against the window, our bodies slick and intimately connected. I’ve never felt anything like it. The rush through my lungs makes me lightheaded as I cling to him, his expression wrecked and beautiful as I lean forward and kiss him softly.

I belong to him.

“It was never like that,” I whisper against his mouth. “I can fantasize all I want, but…” I kiss him again, feeling the sparks of our delicate connection, and how I’ve broken all the barriers in my world, which makes me love him right now more than I ever have before. Becauseeverythingfeels possible.

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