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I put my face in my hands, and looked over at him, even though I couldn’t see him. “Still? Really?”

“Ride-or-die, Lia. But,” he said, then paused. “How’d you make it through that night at Isabelle’s place?”

“The lights outside the window—plus,” I said, finding his hand with one of mine. “I trusted you.”

“C’mere,” he said, lifting that same hand up until I stood. “Let’s go see the view.”

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RHAIM

Itook 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—Iamhere, 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.

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