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I laughed, breathless, my stomach flipping as I stared down at the marina. We were high enough up that the scattered few people below looked like ants. High enough that no one could see us—not really. Still, the idea sent a thrill racing up my spine as Ollie trailed his fingers across every inch of skin with a feather-light touch.
Chest tight. Throat thick. Goosebumps everywhere.
He leaned in, breath warming my neck—but he didn’t touch. Like he was just breathing me in. Maybe it was the scent of my tropical shampoo or my vanilla body wash. Maybe it was me. Some wild chemical thing he needed the way I needed him.
His fingers skimmed my sides and I swore my nipples could cut glass.
“I fucking love how responsive you are, Leigh,” he rasped, still not touching me where I wanted. The anticipation made my thighs clench—something he clearly noticed. He slipped one palm over my belly and nudged a knee between my legs. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful, baby.”
I did. I let my focus drift from the world outside to our reflection in the window—two silhouettes bathed in moonlight, pale skin glowing like ghosts against the glass. His hand greedily covered my belly, like he needed to claim it. The other trailed up to my throat, wrapping around it like the most erotic necklace I’d ever worn.
“I love you, Leighton Alexandra.” His hand slipped up to cover my mouth. “I don’t need you to say it back. Don’t need you to rush. I just need you to know it.” He traded his hold for a fist in my hair. “We do everything at your pace, okay?”
I nodded, heart hammering, molten heat pooling low in my belly as he pinned me tighter to his chest.
“I was terrified I’d lost you after our argument Sunday.”
“Not really an argument,” I whispered.
“Bickering match?”
“Spat?”
“Spat,” he agreed with a smirk—and then his hand slid lower, cupping my mound. Even in the blurry glass, I saw his eyes darken.
“I’ve only been more terrified once. And both times, I thought I lost you.”
He didn’t need to say more. That accident haunted both of us.
“I just don’t want to be one more obligation you regret.”
“Leighton.” He sighed, like my words physically hurt. “You’re the only decision I’m absolutely sure of. My name, the company, all of it—that was expected. But you? You’re just for me. Mine. I get to be selfish, just this once. And baby, I want to be right here.”
And then his fingers slid between my folds. I shuddered as he growled, “You’resoaked. Tell me that’s mine. Tell me this isfor me.”
“It’s not for me, handsome.”
He chuckled, a devilish smile blooming. “Honestly? I couldn’t blame you if you wanted to fuck yourself.Look at you.”
“Little preoccupied with the god behind me.”
“Agod, huh? That’s one hell of an upgrade.”
I gasped as he slipped one blunt finger inside me, the sudden intrusion somehow amplified by watching him in the glass. “Hmmna.”
“I don’t think that was English, baby.”
I laughed—barely—before it caught on a gasp. His fingers sank into me and the sudden stretch sent a jolt through my core. The reflection made it worse. Better. All-consuming. And when he curled those fingers just right, pressing deeper, my knees nearly gave out. Ollie held me steady, circling my clit, then slipping in a second finger, dragging pleasure through every nerve ending like it was an art form.
“Can…can they see us?” I panted.
“Would you like that?” he whispered. “Would you like the whole city to watch me pleasure you until you soak my hand?”
“I…um.” My panted attempt at forming words turned into a hard swallow as an unexpected rush of need mixed with adrenaline.
Did I…did I like that idea?
“Would you like it…” he whispered, sliding his sticky fingers over my ass before slipping them between my cheeks, thumb pressed against my asshole as his fingers plunged even deeper into my pussy. “I think youwould. I think you’re so fucking wet because you like the idea of them watching me ruin you. Watching as I make you shake until your cum is dripping down your legs. Watching as I slide my cock into that sweet cunt and fuck you until you shatter for me all over again.”