Nara

For some reason, I let a woman I’d just met, Pam, drag me off to the ladies’ room. I guess I was caught up with being polite. She had hooked her claws through my arm like we were best friends, and led me through the noisy, tipsy crowd. One dude stepped right in front of me and shook his finger to start a drunken conversation. But good old Pam nipped that in the bud as she directed me into the restroom like I didn’t know how to pee on my own.

I would rather not have left Brodie’s side. The Spinster party he’d brought me to was full of New York’s best and beautiful—as well as the biggest bitches on wheels I’d ever seen. I’d never been scrutinized and looked up and down so much. Not that I minded a whole lot. I was pretty confident. But it was unsettling to have people looking at me like they wished I’d curl up and die. That, I was not used to.

“So, Nara. Such an interesting name,” Pam said, holding the bathroom door open for me. But the look on her face said anything but interested.

“You and Brodie make such a good-looking couple.”

“Thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.” Not sure where she was going with all that, but I figured I’d have some fun with her.

“So look.” She placed a patronizing hand on my arm. “I felt it was my responsibility to tell you not to get your hopes up about Brodie.”

Probably best not to laugh in her face. With wide eyes, I said, “Thank you for letting me know that.” My feigned interest egged her on. She was practically gleeful.

“You see,” she whispered conspiratorially, “he’s just such a ladies’ man, and is still not done sowing his oats.”

I nodded and whispered back, “Good to know. Thanks for looking out for me.”

She touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, looking awfully pleased with herself. “Happy to help. I just felt you should know.” She fluffed her hair.

I could think of a few things she should know, but I wasn’t going to waste my breath. Like what a great fuck he was, and how we’d shared some of our darkest secrets…

“Should we go back to the guys?” I asked.

She sighed deeply. “Sure. We’d better. They’ll start to wonder if we met someone new.” She threw her head back and cackled.

I dumped Pam and made a beeline for Brodie, whose gorgeous head towered over the crowd. I wasn’t surprised to see a couple women batting their eyes at him, and his weird employee, Joel, was trying to get in on the action.

But as soon as Brodie saw me, he extended his hand and caught mine in his large palm, bringing my fingers up to his lips in the most gallant freaking gesture I’d ever seen. I’m sure the women watching assumed I was just his flavor of the week. And maybe I was. But I could have fun for a week. I was a big girl.

He leaned toward my ear. “Hey, wanna take a walk?”

A sexy tingle zapped through me, and I could swear I wobbled for a moment.

“Let’s do it.”

He grabbed me by the hand, leaving Joel and Pam open-mouthed as if we couldn’t possibly have fun without them. We dodged cocktail dresses, expensive suit jackets, and trays of champagne as we headed toward a nondescript door that looked like it could be opened only from the other side. As we got closer, Brodie whipped out a laminated badge and waved it, causing the door to pop open just enough for us to slip through. The benefits of ownership, I guess.

As unremarkable as the door was, the hallway on the other side was even more so. It was as if the hotel was a beautifully decorated stage, and the rest—the backstage—was ordinary and dull.

Brodie led me from the stark white hallway to a stairwell, which we climbed to another maze of halls. We finally entered what that looked like a storage room with a huge window spanning an entire wall. I drew closer and found it overlooking the ballroom hosting the Spinsters’ party.

A thousand dressed-up New Yorkers flirted and drank beneath us in a sea of mostly black clothing, with the occasional red or green dress adding color. “Look at all those people,” I said.

Brodie’s arm fell around my waist. “It is a great view, isn’t it? We come up here to check and see how our events are going. It’s a great perspective.”

I fished through my purse. “Can I take a quick photo?”

“Sure. Go for it.”

I showed Brodie my great shot, a freeze frame capturing the party below. It miraculously omitted the unpleasantness that hadn’t been able to follow us to our secret hiding place.

I turned to Brodie, his palms smoothing my cheeks, leaving me to rub into him like a cat wanting more. He ran a finger down my arm to my hand, where he clasped my fingers. With his other hand, he caressed the nape of my neck—kneading and releasing. I closed my eyes, spellbound, letting my head fall into his cupped hand.

He gripped a fistful of my hair, and his lips crushed mine with dizzying passion. In contrast, he held my other hand as if we were kids on a first date. He blew my mind. First, he rode around in a limo, but he also stopped to check on a homeless man. Then, he was heir to a hotel fortune, but his dad was in prison. And last, he was working hard to make his business partners whole, even though they were scheming behind his back to get rid of him.

And from what I could tell, he handled it all with grace.

I could learn from this guy.

With a small tug, he pulled the bow of my halter dress, untying it and sending it slithering to the floor to land in a silky puddle around my feet. He pulled back from our kiss to see he’d left me wearing nothing but a lace, strapless bra and matching thong panty. He smiled.

“Can those people see us up here?” I asked, inching away from the window.

“Nope,” he responded. “It’s mirrored on the other side.”

Oh, this could be fun.

“Well, in that case,” I murmured, backing against the window until my ass cheeks pressed on it. He followed me, leaning his hands on the glass just behind my shoulders. His weight ground into me, his hard cock announcing itself with enthusiasm as he ran kisses up and down my neck. His hunger shot straight to my core, leaving my nipples hard and my clit heavy and swollen.

He lost himself exploring me, sliding my thong down my legs, helping me step out of it. I started to kick off my heels.

“No. Keep them on. You know I like that,” he whispered.

Who was I to argue? I felt so sexy and beautiful under his touch. He could have done anything he wanted.

He squatted so he was eye level with my shaved sex. He leaned close enough to just run his tongue between the opening of my wet lips. Good lord. The room spun. With one hand on the window behind me and the other on his head, it was all I could do to remain upright.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes. Since I was in no condition to do anything fast, I rotated my body by leaning into the window. Bared and vulnerable, I looked down on the crowd below and found myself wishing they could see us.

“Step away from the window a little,” Brodie directed.

I took a couple big steps back, and he bent me at the waist, like he had over my sofa, until I could reach the window with my hands. He kicked my feet apart, leaving my pussy and ass fully exposed.

“What if someone comes in?” I was only somewhat concerned. This was too much fun to stop.

“Good for them if they do,” he mumbled as he buried his face in my ass.

His tongue ran up and down my slit in an erotic tease. To intensify the sensation, I pushed back against him and he lapped me more deeply. I panted almost to the point of hyperventilation, steadying myself against the big window with the dirty knowledge I was getting off while watching the crowd below. If they only knew.

He slipped a finger into my hungry pussy, and I cried out, bucking against him for deeper penetration. He gave me two more fingers, and the fullness had me losing my mind as I writhed against the glass before the oblivious partiers below.

If that wasn’t fucking hot, I didn’t know what was.

My breath came in pants and my hands started to slip on the glass. I pressed against it harder for purchase and my breasts hung heavy, swinging from Brodie’s pumping. A pressure built in my pussy and I clenched the fingers buried in me until I could take no more.

“C’mon baby. Come on my hand. I want to smell you. I want to taste you.”

His words sent me over the edge.

“God, Brodie. I’m coming.” I moaned.

He had an arm around my waist, holding me in place while he finger banged me, not stopping until a second wave of orgasm crashed into me. My knees buckled and he placed me on a sofa where he pushed my legs up over his shoulders and crammed his cock all the way in me in one stroke. In my stupor I had neither noticed him open his trousers, nor put on the condom he was wearing.

And now he was balanced over me balls deep, slamming my pussy over and over. His mouth was on mine, absorbing my screams as he spread me more wide open than I’d ever been.

Just as I thought I might pass out, a deep rumbling erupted from his throat. He growled my name, pushed as deeply as he could, and held himself there, his cock pulsating deep inside me.

All I could see were stars, and then everything went dark.