Page 120 of Filthy Hot Escort

“Well, right now, I can tell you exactly what I’m waiting for.”

“What?”

“You. Out of those jeans.”

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Within two minutesof Julian telling Skylar he wanted her out of her jeans, she was buck naked, and so was he, their clothes scattered on her home office floor. Taking her hand, he led her into the living room, not to the couch, but to the large windows. She was only up six floors, and she certainly didn’t have a sweeping view like Julian did, but she was fortunate to have a view of the park across the street. There was a tree just outside her window that partially obscured her view, but still, there were plenty of places that someone on the street or in one of the buildings next to the park could see through to catch a glimpse of her inside.

So why was Julian leading her here? Naked?

Realization dawned, and even though she suddenly felt shy and hesitant, she couldn’t deny the rush of arousal that pushed through her, settling in between her legs.

“I’m sorry if it’s a real fantasy of yours, but I’m never going to be able to share you with another man.”

“What?” Oh, right, Rex. “I don’t want that, Julian. Not at all.”

He studied her carefully as if searching for the truth. He obviously found it because he nodded. “Good. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play in other ways. I haven’t forgotten how you responded when I mentioned handcuffs, and I intend to explore that fantasy very thoroughly with you. But for now, remember the Masquerade Party and how I said you might be a voyeur?”

She sucked in her breath and nodded.

“Well, sometimes, voyeurs don’t just want to watch. They want to feel the rush of being watched or risking being watched. It’s one of my kinks. Do you want to find out if it’s one of yours?

She looked from him to the windows. “I—I’m willing to try, but what if—”

“Aphrodite, remember? That’s all you have to say, and I’ll stop immediately.”

“Aphrodite,” she repeated, then smiled. “I’m beginning to really like the sound of that word, but I expect it’s different for you.”

He laughed. “So long as you use it when you need to, that’s all that matters.”

He stroked his fingers against the side of her breast. She shivered.

“What’s the opposite of Aphrodite?” she said. “Apollo? Because I want a word that tells you I’m into it. And that I want more.”

Julian turned her around, slid his hands around Skylar’s waist, and kissed her neck, walking her forward until she was pressed up against the window, Julian at her back. The sudden chill against her flesh made her moan.

“Okay?” he said.

“Apollo,” she said.

He licked the back of her neck. “I like it, but I think I like plain ‘more’ even better.”

He slid his hands up her arms and caught her wrists, then raised her arms until they were above her head. He nuzzled her hair aside, then ravaged her neck with hot, wet kisses. She gasped and arched into his touch, eager for . . . “More,” she said. “More.”

“Don’t move your arms,” he said, letting her go.

Skylar could feel Julian’s hunger, his desire, his nearly uncontrollable lust for her as he stood behind her, his warm chest to her back, his hips against her ass, his strong hands now on her shoulders. She tried to keep her breathing steady as she looked out the near floor-to-ceiling window at the twinkling lights of Manhattan spread out below like fairy lights. Drinking in the view like an intoxicating gin, smooth and fiery, she felt the power she had at that moment— the city of New York at her feet, the man who conquered every woman pressed against her back.

Julian’s fingers barely grazed across the back of her neck as he lifted more of her hair away to place another hot kiss at the nape of her neck.

She sucked in a shaky breath. There was no turning back now. She was at the ledge above a bottomless chasm and about to dive in headfirst.And she wasn’t talking about physical pleasure. She was talking about her feelings for this man.

This man who’d said he loved her.

But something was holding her back from saying it back to him. She wasn’t as brave as he was, and this was all so new between them. But she knew it would just be a matter of time until she could no longer hold back the words.

“Look at me,” he said, and her eyes snapped to his in her reflection in the window. “Even if someone sees you, sees us, I want your eyes on me. And I want you to know my eyes are on you.”

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