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12:00 a.m.<>2002-05-07

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"god, what a great view."

"it's worth the trip just by itself, isn't it?"

the skyline of manhattan spread out before them like an enormous pirate's treasure of glittering gold and silver lights. dusk was falling on the city that never sleeps, and from their fortieth floor hotel room it seemed that they could see clear to canada.

she stared in contented wonder at the twinkling vista in front of her. they had been working seemingly without a break for months, and a weekend visiting friends in new york was just what the doctor ordered. in a fit of extravagance, they decided to use their tax refund to rent a room at a luxurious midtown hotel. the cost for three nights' stay was nearly an entire week's salary, but she figured that they deserved to indulge themselves once in a while.

her eye was caught by movement from across the street. "look, there are still people in that building," she said.

she felt him close behind her as he stared out over her shoulder at the high office building directly in front of them. shadowy forms moved to and fro in several of the windows. the space between the buildings was so narrow that, if not for the failing daylight, he was certain that he could have made out the features of the people across the street.

"they're working late," he remarked. "poor sods."

she smiled and continued staring out the window. after a few seconds she felt his hands come to rest lightly on her hips. she shivered slightly as she felt his lips envelop her earlobe.

"mmm, that feels nice," she purred without turning around. "but don't we have to meet john and kayla soon?"

his voice was a husky whisper. "not for another hour or so. we have some time."

he spent a few moments kissing the nape of her neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of warm skin and jasmine. her right hand reached over her shoulder to stroke his wavy hair. she sighed as he tugged her t-shirt free of her jeans and moved his hands from her hips to her ribcage. his questing tongue and warm breath made the hairs at the back of her neck stand deliciously on end. his strong, sure hands roamed across her chest, caressing her breasts through her satiny bra. they reamined like that for a few minutes, saying nothing, taking simple, wordless delight in each other's touch. when she felt him begin to unbutton her jeans, however, she became suddenly conscious of the light that filled their hotel room, and she remembered the phantom figures in the offices across the street.

"the building," she reminded him as he pushed her jeans down past her voluptuous hips. "someone will see us."

his voice again, low and seductive in her ear. "let them see." and with that he drew up the hem of her t-shirt, exposing her back to his hungry gaze. gently, he helped her slip her arms out of the sleeves so that the shirt hung around her neck like a scarf. she closed her eyes once more as he unsnapped her bra with a confidence born of long practice. he slid his thumbs under the shoulder straps and let the garment drift down to the thick, velvety carpet next to her bare feet. she thought of the people in the office building, and felt a stab of anxiety at the realization that she was standing virtually topless before a large window in a brightly lit room, her full breasts on display for whoever wished to look in her direction. she shivered again, partly from embarrassment, but partly from excitement at being so exposed. then she felt his finger slide beneath the waisband of her thong panties, and she felt the bulge pressing against her buttocks through his jeans.

skimming across the soft, tight curls at her crotch, he slipped a finger inside her and felt her shudder. "you're wet," he commented as he began to rub slowly. his voice was hoarse, nearly inaudible. "could it be that my little angel isn't too bothered by the thought of being seen by those people across the way?"

his stroking grew more insistent and she let out a small moan. "could it be that you actually like the thought of being seen like this?" lost in the sensations his finger was producing inside her, she could only nod imperceptibly.

"could it be that it gets you off?"

her face was flushed. she could feel her moisture on her thighs. with his free hand, he tilted her gently forward until her chest was pressed against the window. she gasped at the abrupt sensation of the cold glass against the soft flesh of her breasts. his finger never stopped its movement within her, sinking deep inside her and making circular motions against her sensitive clit. she could feel her orgasm building as her breath became more ragged. she wanted to widen her legs for support, but was restrained from doing so by the jeans pooled around her ankles. groaning, she leaned forward and rested her palms against the window. as his free hand returned to her hard nipples, she felt her legs grow weak.

"all those people," he continued in a low rasp, "all those eyes, watching you. watching your naked body move. watching you come…"

suddenly she let out a sharp yelp as her knees began to buckle. she pitched forward, leaning her face against the window. she came in loud, keening sobs, feeling explosions of liquid pleasure detonate behind her eyes. his finger didn't stop moving until she started to sink to the carpet. catching her sides, he helped her to the bed.

as he began to remove his shirt, his eyes strayed from her supine form back to the window. through the smear of sweat her forehead had left on the glass, he looked out over the darkening sky of manhattan. in the building across the street, he picked out several figures silhouetted distinctly against the windows. smiling, he reached up and slowly drew the curtain.

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