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“I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it afterward,” he said, reaching his hand up and drawing his dripping fingers along my temple, down my neck.

A shiver of pleasure ran through me.

“I kept imagining you getting up onto me in the dark, with everyone all around us.”

“Like this?” I asked, swinging myself over him with a splash.

He tipped his head back, groaning as my hand reached down between us, gripping his cock. It was like a rock under my fingers.

“What about this giant window?” I asked.

“Unfortunately, it’s got some kind of fancy thing in it so people can’t see inside.”

I laughed. “One-way glass?”

“Fancier.”

“In that case…”

I lifted myself out of the water. Will groaned as he took in the soapy water sliding off my body.

I backed up to the other end of the tub, which had a wide enough rim that I could sit on its side comfortably. Then I opened my legs for him, sliding my hands over my soapy breasts and thighs.

“Fuck, Michelle,” he said, pouncing like an animal. Water sloshed over the side of the tub. “You’re breathtaking,” he said. Then his tongue hit my clit.

I gasped, gripping the edge of the tub, crying out as he dipped his fingers inside of me. I had no words except his name as he worked his tongue on my clit in a rhythm with his fingers inside me. He played with me, bringing me close and then slowing down again. Soon I was nearly thrashing as Will finally brought me all the way, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me so fast I cried out, my voice echoing through the room, water cresting the edge of the tub.

When Will stood, his cock was at attention. I reached for it but he shook his head, instead stepping out of the tub and grabbing two fluffy towels from the rack. He reached for something else, too, from his satchel on the counter.

With both of us wrapped up, he led me into the living room where he flicked on the gas fireplace. Outside, snow glistened beneath the moonlight, but in here it was warm enough that I dropped my towel, once again presenting myself to him. I couldn’t stop—the way his eyes went dark with desire when he looked at me sent my body to the brink, before he even touched me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, Michelle Franco.”

There was an oversized padded ottoman in the middle of the room, and I knelt on it, feeling it steady under me. My back was to him, so I was looking out the window, Will behind me. I got down on my hands, tilting my ass up, making my message clear.

“You want it like this?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Right now.”

I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and then Will was behind me once more. We were reflected perfectly in the window, and faintly beyond I could see the whole world.

I was at just the right height for him to tease my opening with the tip of his cock. Then he gripped my hips and guided himself inside me, filling me with excruciating slowness.

“God, yes,” I breathed, seeing stars.

He withdrew, at the same speed, all the way to the tip.

“Please, Will,” I said. “Give me everything. All of it.”

“I’m all yours,” he whispered. Then he thrust himself into me, making me gasp as my ass met his body, his full length inside me.

Will lowered himself back onto his knees, taking me with him so I was upright, his cock still deep inside me. I watched in the reflection as one hand went up to my tits, pinching my nipple while the other hand slid down to my clit. Then he thrust with his hips, bouncing me on his cock.

“I love you, Michelle. I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered. “Will Archer.”

I fell then, into Will’s arms, as pleasure rocking me hard against him.