Violet

I bit my lip hard, trying to make sense of the chaos spinning through my mind.

The city was beneath us.

The glass was cold against my skin, my palms flat against it, my nipples grazing the surface. We were so high up, somewhere near the top of the hotel. From this height, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to clearly see what we were doing. But not impossible for someone from another high building.

A stranger across the skyline with the right angle, the right window.

They could see. They could watch us. The thought sent a bolt of heat straight through me, shame and arousal clashing...