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RHAIM

I took Lia through the door into my office—where we could see the city lights again, through my floor to ceiling windows—and where I could watch her face.

“Better?” I asked her, and she nodded, still looking straight ahead.

“A little.”

I leaned over and ran my chin over her head. “You had me worried in the stairwell—or actually before it, when I saw your phone hadn’t moved in awhile. I figured you’d lost it, or?—”

“No,” she said, looping an arm around me. “I’m alive. I’m here,” she said, in what sounded like amazement, before blinking up at me. “No, really, like—I am here, Rhaim.”

“I…know? I am too?”

“No—like—even after everything that’s happened to me,” she said, stepping forward without me and looking outside. “I’m still here. I’ve made it this far. And—no one’s going to take that away from me.”

I aligned myself behind her, wrapping her in my arms. “Or if they do, they’ll have to come through me.”

That made her laugh and lean back like a cat against my chest. “How many women have you fucked up here?”

“That’s a pretty blatant turn?—”

“Answer the question,” she said, spinning to face me.

“Three,” I said with a shrug. “Although two of them were scared of heights in the end.”

“And the third?” she asked, lifting her chin.

“I think I’m looking at her.” I leaned forward, searching her eyes for any signs of hesitation, and when I didn’t find any, my mouth came for hers.

She threw her arms around me, and then bounced up, circling my hips with her legs too, and I grabbed her ass to hold her up as she ground against me.

I wasn’t going to ask if this was a good idea or not—because it was clearly what she wanted.

And if me fucking her against glass was going to help her overcome whatever she was going through inside her head, I was going to bury my dick deep.

She kissed me hard and angry, ravenous, almost liked we’d never kissed before, demanding my attention—and I loved it.

My mouth sought hers just as eagerly, pressing her back, almost bodily swooping her down.

I had to stop myself from biting her lips—and the fact that I couldn’t mark her only made me want to more badly—I had her sandwiched between me and the glass in an instant.

She looked over and down and tensed.

“Pretty high up, eh?”

“Yeah—but—it’s not that,” she said, looking to the other side. “Anyone could see.”

“Me? Fucking the world’s hottest janitor?” I teased.

“Don’t disparage Carlos like that—he’s pretty good looking,” she shot back, and I laughed.

“I thought you being on display was the point,” I said, shifting her legs off of me, so that she was standing on her own, and I could spin her around, so we were both watching the city and our reflections.

I reached around and grabbed the zipper at the throat of her work-suit and tugged it down.

“It’s dark out there. No one’s looking up.

And there’s no lights on in here,” I said, as we both watched a wide swath of her flesh being revealed.

I started kissing her shoulder and listened to her sigh, then make a small noise of satisfaction.

She tilted her head away to give me easier access to her neck, and I was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Easy access, eh?” I said, looping an arm around her to reach in and hold a breast.

“Only for you,” she said, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck.

I tweaked one nipple and kept kissing, while I slid my other arm in and down, and discovered that she hadn’t bothered with underwear, either.

I pushed a finger between her legs, not into her, just against, to get a sense of how fast we were going, and she pushed her hips against my hand, making the final few inches of the worksuit unzip.

In our blurry reflection she looked like a sexual superhero, and I looked like a worshipful villain, and I was entirely okay with that.

“Lemme take this off of you,” I told her, lifting up to take her suit off her shoulders, letting the top half of it fall, so it was only held on by the wide band of elastic around her waist. Then I pulled all of her long auburn hair back, and wound it around my palm.

Lia reacted as though I were kissing her, closing her eyes and giving a slight gasp—and that’s why we were made for one another , I thought, as I used the instep of my dress shoes to tap her booted feet forward, giving her slack to do so with my arm, but not her hair.

“Hands on the glass,” I said, and she did as she was told, placing them just outside her shoulders. “Now get your tits up there.”

She leaned her chest forward, so that her breasts pressed against the windows, and looked over at me, with her jaw dropped and her eyes bright.

I stepped up right behind her, leaning her against the glass, while keeping her face away from it, by virtue of her hair, wrapped like a leash around my hand.

I used my hand to crane her head to the other side. She got the gist, and let me pull her through a one-eighty view.

“You see all that?” I asked her, and felt her nod. “It’s all going to be yours. Not because of your name or your father—but because giving it to you makes me happy.”

She shuddered bodily, and I tightened my grasp on her hair to shut her up.

“You’ve already cried enough today. Stop it,” I said, and felt her fight my grip to try and nod.

“Now shove your pants down, Miss Ferreo,” I commanded, reaching my other hand down to undo my belt buckle. “Let’s give the city you own a show.”