Page 46 of When I Found You

“Keep your hands on the glass, Kate,” he whispers against my ear. “No matter what. I want you to keep your hands right there. Do you understand?”

I exhale and fog the glass with my breath. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He slides his hands down my arms, over my torso, until they rest on my hips. He pulls my ass against him.

I’m shaking. The cold glass does little to chill the flame burning through me. I tilt my hips giving him access to the place I want him most.

His hand smooths over my hip before disappearing. I open my mouth to protest in disappointment, but the loud crack followed by the sting of his hand connecting with my ass brings me up short.

“What the hell?” I glare at him and my hand slips from the position against the window.

He brings his hand down on the opposite cheek and I quickly reposition it. Pain and pleasure radiate through me.

“I told you not to move.” He wraps his hand around my throat and strokes with a hint of pressure.

“Why did you spank me?” My outrage dims at the caress. It’s difficult to remain outraged when it’s what I crave.

“Did you lie to me?” He takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth and tugs.

“No.” I whimper.

“You told me you like it rough.” He presses his cock against the cleft of my ass.

I thrust my hips back against him. “Yes, please.”

With his hand on my throat, he positions his cock at my entrance and slides in with little effort. I’m soaking wet, practically weeping for him to fill me.

“You feel so good, Kate.” He nips at my earlobe again and his grip on my throat tightens a fraction.

There’s no way to stifle the moans as he thrusts into me. He has me pinned where he wants me, taking me without mercy, without hesitation. I focus on maintaining my position against the glass and see his reflection. The focused concentration and firm set of his lips as he drives deeper into me. Fuck, yes. This is what I’ve been missing.

As if reading my body, Arthur shifts his grip on my throat to my breasts, rolling each nipple in turn sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through my limbs. I’m helpless, and yet I know he’s there ready to catch me should my legs fail. He caught me at my weakest moment, even though it went against his judgement. He caught me. My knight. Arthur.

A spiral of pressure unfurls in the pit of my stomach. I’m going to come; all I need is a gentle push over the edge.

“Please, I’m...please.” My words are broken, but Arthur knows.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He reaches between my folds and applies the perfect amount of pressure to send me cascading over the waterfall. I tumble headfirst into my orgasm, my fingers trying to dig into the unforgiving glass.

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out. I feel the hot spray of his release against my back, and I smile at his consideration. Although the thought of him coming inside me makes my pussy clench with another spasm.

“Don’t move.” He disappears, and I take the moment of reprieve to catch my breath.

Arthur returns and wipes me clean with a damp rag. “Did I hurt you?”

I turn and wrap my weakened arms around him. He holds me steady and kisses me. I’ll never get enough of this man. He holds me and we linger, mouths searching, our actions speaking louder than words ever could.

The kiss breaks and we’re both breathless. He rests his head against mine.

“Thank you.” Satisfaction seeps into my bones.

He grins. “You’re welcome.”

Together we stand naked in the window staring out over the city. The prominent buildings stand tall against the failing light and reality slowly consumes me. The towers. The Empire State Building. Mom. Dad.

I press my eyes closed and a tear slips free even in the midst of the most amazing sexual encounter of my life, I’m caught up in a life not my own. And for the first time, I’m terrified of losing what I found here. Of losing Arthur.

“Are you crying?” He tips my chin to glance at my face.

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