...Another rush of arousal soaked her panties at the thought of the two window washers getting the show of their lives directly through an office window thirty-six floors above the city.

Kevin cupped her breast through her sweater, his thumb teasing her nipple. He looked from her to the window and back again. “You like that?”

She followed his gaze to the window where the two men still hadn’t noticed them. Her heart raced as she waited for one of them to turn, his eyes wide as he realized two people had found an abandoned office floor for the afternoon.

“Do you?”

“I like the idea of having all the fun while someone else can only watch.”

Gert traced the seam of his lips with the pad of her thumb and smiled. “Wanna give them something to remember?”

The tip of his cock pressed hard between her legs and she tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her throat. “I take that as a yes?”

He sat up and brought her with him, cradling her in his arms until they both collapsed into a leather chair fit for an executive. In a frenzy of eager kisses and soft caresses, he somehow managed to slide her panties off and fling them aside, leaving her naked, damp flesh against his lap. She reached down and stroked him as he arranged her on his lap until he fit her legs around his waist.

While he gripped her sides and fondled her breasts, she rolled the condom down his length and caressed his sac, feeling it tighten as she leaned into him.

Kevin pushed the wheeled office chair across the plush carpet, the squeaks of castors grinding almost lost to their groans and sighs. She leaned back, her thighs propped up on the arm rests, her hands linked around his neck. She’d never felt so vulnerable and ready, spread wide just for him.

They inched out of the shadows. Kevin propelled them forward, each thrust of his legs teasing her with his cock pressed to her pussy, sliding across her slick opening. Dust motes swirled around them, and sunlight warmed her back the moment he pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Wide, male hands cupped her breasts and unhooked her bra in the front, the fullness of her body spilling into his grasp.

Using his teeth, he pulled her bra straps down her slender shoulders and planted kisses on her with his warm, smooth lips. She wanted him to kiss her everywhere, head to toe. She needed to feel his lips against her collarbone, his teeth grazing her belly button, his tongue prying her open and sucking on her juices until her legs trembled and a climax ripped through her.

“Kevin, I need you,” she whispered, cupping his face in her hands. His scent filled her, the familiar musk that brought her back to a boy turned man.

He lifted his hips in answer and left her quivering, her breath leaving her lungs as a whimper of total surrender. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers bunched around his corded muscles.

Straightening her legs, she lowered as he pushed upward, the head of his cock entering her. She sighed in relief as he filled her with one hard thrust that lifted both of them from the chair. Together they came down hard, the chair rocking back where it slammed into the wall.

Her toes curled as he pumped her, his hands gripped tight around her narrow waist just above the swell of her hips. She’d never been wanted with such urgency—and she didn’t know if she’d ever wanted a man more than she wanted Kevin inside of her, grinding against her sensitive clit, filling her with each tilt of his hips.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, allowing him to guide her, wanting nothing more than to hold on and enjoy the ride.