Sky was still trembling, her body wrecked, her thighs slick with cum, her pussy stretched, sensitive, pulsing, throbbing but Xavier?

He wasn’t fucking done.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up, her body weak, shaking, and then.

He dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Sky’s heart stopped.

Outside.

People.

Cars.

Life moving as if she wasn’t about to be completely fucked raw against a damn window.

Her breath hitched, panic spiking through the haze of pleasure.

“Xavier.

But Xavier wasn’t listening.

His hands spread her open, pressing her flat against the cool glass, his chest hot against her back, his cock already hard again, thick, heavy, pressed against...