Page 102 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Yep.”

“Babe, you didn’t tell me that this was a giant apartment building. I thought you were just building some townhouses or something.”

“Oh, ye have little faith,” I joke.

The building’s power is turned on, so I opt to take the elevator. Once inside, Abby says, “I can’t believe you built this.”

“Well, to be fair, baby, I didn’t actually build it myself. I just supervise other guys who are building it.”

“Fuck those other guys,” she says, leaning in to give me a kiss. “As far as I’m concerned, this is all you.”

The elevator takes us all the way up to the very top floor. When the doors open, I take her hand once more to lead her down the hall. Pulling out a key, I unlock one of the doors and head inside.

Abby’s mouth drops open as we enter the living room. The open floor plan shows off the gorgeous wood floors and black marble countertops in the kitchen. It may be brand new, but it still has a homey feel to it.

I take a minute to show her around, and she says, “Don, this place is amazing. Thank you for showing it to me. I feel a little more part of your world now.”

“Abby, I didn’t bring you here just to show you where I work.”

“Then, why did you bring me here?”

“There’s one room I haven’t shown you yet.” I lead her into the bedroom where the lights are dimmed, giving a perfect ambiance to the main attraction. On one entire wall, there’s nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows which show off a perfect panoramic view of the city.

She walks over to the windows that are now displaying the setting sun.

Walking behind her, I whisper in her ear, “I thought it was about time you saw a New York sunset the right way.”

“Man, I love you and your sunsets.”

I wrap my arms around her as we gaze out over the painted skyline.

“I could get used to this,” she says. “It really is perfect.”

“I”m glad you like it, baby.”

She turns around to link her arms around my neck. “I love it. And I love you.” She reaches up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. The kiss is soft and sweet, but when she pulls back and looks into my eyes, she yanks me back in for more. This time, she quickly deepens it, silently begging for more.

Her hands fist in my hair as mine grab a handful of her ass. She moans when I give it a firm squeeze. It’s clear that she wants even more as she moves down to stroke my cock through my jeans.

She pulls back. Breathless, she asks, “Do you think anyone can see in through these windows?”

Now, I know full well that these windows are tinted, and that no one is going to be able to see in. But the look on her face shows that she’s excited by the idea of someone seeing us. When I listened to the book with the public play, she said she was probably too scared to try any of it. But this…this is her way of trying it without stepping too far outside of her comfort zone.

So, I answer, “Maybe. Are you willing to risk it?”

With a wild twinkle in her eye, she doesn’t answer me but instead just sinks to her knees in front of me. I’ve never been one to ask a woman to get on her knees for me, but fuck, Abby looks hot as hell staring up at me.

My eyes stay locked with hers as she undoes my belt before moving on to my button and zipper. It’s so sexy watching Abby find her own perfect style. Maybe that confidence wasn’t there before, but now, when I watch her, I can see it building every single time we touch. I want her to see herself the same way I do.

Powerful.

Sexy.

Beautiful.

And a million other wonderful adjectives I could use.

My fingers run through her hair as she runs her tongue from the bottom of my shaft all the way to the head. A guttural moan escapes me, followed by a quick inhale when she takes me all the way into her mouth.

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