Chapter 32

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W e cross into Stone's apartment, shutting and locking the door behind us. He helps me out of my coat and hangs it up in the closet before he does the same with his own. I can't believe Octavia knew all this time, and it makes me wonder who else knew or at the very least suspected.

Honestly, I don't want to know, and I sure as hell am not about to start asking.

I slip off my shoes, dropping down about six inches, the balls of my feet sighing in relief. The apartment is quiet and dark, and silently we enter Stone's bedroom, but in a flash, he has my hips and is swinging me over to the windows overlooking the park.

He presses me against it, forcing my hands to the glass to brace me, and then his lips are at my ear, his eyes glowing green in the reflection of the window. He's so gorgeous my pulse thrums through my body just looking at him.

With those eyes locked on mine, he takes the top half of my dress and wrenches it down, the sound of fabric tearing along with my loud inhale the only sound.

"I told you I was going to ruin this dress."

"And the window?"

"Do you trust me?"

He's asked me that before. When he took me in public at the Queen's Bath. And just like that day, my answer is immediate. "Yes."

His hands cup my breasts, and he starts massaging them, running his calloused palms over my stiffening nipples. "I want you naked and wet and getting fucked right here in front of this window. I want you to be so loud that the people walking their dogs or heading home from the bars know it's me who's doing that to you."

"Then you better make it good for me."

He smirks and nips at my neck but almost immediately the kisses turn tender and reverent, his touch following suit. "You're so beautiful you make my chest ache," he whispers against my skin. "All fucking mine, Tinsley Monroe. You're all fucking mine."

The dress ends up at my feet, and I kick it away as Stone takes a step back, his eyes molten as he rakes in my naked body.

"Rub your pussy, baby girl," he orders. "Get her nice and wet for me. Raise your left hand on the glass. I want to see my ring on your hand as you stand naked in my window."

My left hand slides higher up the glass, while my right slides down the front of my body and in between my legs. I dip my middle finger inside me and spread my wetness up to my clit. He licks his lips as if he can taste me, and I play with myself in front of a window high above Boston while I watch his reflection as he starts to undress. His bowtie gets undone first and hangs loosely around his neck as he works the buttons on his shirt before he pulls it over his broad shoulders revealing smooth skin, colorful ink, and stacked muscles.

"You're staring awfully hard, little Rose."

"I like what I see. "

"I like what I see too. Does that feel good?"

"Your fingers feel better, sir." I smirk, and he follows suit.

I turn and press my ass and back into the cold glass as I continue to rub my clit in circles that make my skin tingle with electricity. I have no idea if anyone can see into these windows. We're sixteen stories up but knowing Stone and how protective and careful he is with me—not to mention the fact that he's a Fritz—I'd bet money they're tinted.

"I didn't give you permission to turn around."

"I want to see my tattoo. Please, sir."

The most breathtaking smile hits his lips. It's almost shy. Almost.

His pants slip to the floor, and he toes them off along with his socks and shoes. In only his briefs, he beckons me with a crook of his finger, and because I'm feeling naughty and in love and overwhelmed by absolutely everything and I know it will drive him crazy, I drop to my hands and knees and crawl toward him.

"Fuck," he hisses, his eyes going wide and unblinking. His hands rake back through his hair. "Jesus, Tinsley. You know how to make a man putty in your hands. Crawl right onto my lap, baby girl." Step by step, he moves backward toward his bed until his knees hit the mattress and he sits.

His hands are trembling, and I hold in my self-satisfied smirk. When I reach him, I climb up his thighs until I'm straddling him. Automatically, his hands meet my waist, and I stare into his eyes as I dip down and kiss him. Slowly I start to roll on him, grinding ever so softly along his hard cock, still hidden beneath his briefs.

He cups my face, pressing his lips harder to mine, and I force him back, going with him until we're chest to chest, lying horizontally on his bed.

"Roll over," I murmur against his lips.

"You want to be in charge tonight? "

I grin. "I definitely want to be in charge tonight."

Without another word or any protest, he rolls onto his stomach, and I shift so I can pull down his briefs. I want him as naked as I am. Then I'm back to straddling him, only now it's his firm ass that's between my thighs. Immediately I go for my tattoo. A hand plants into the bed to hold myself up, and I kiss his skin.

He grunts and then groans, "I can feel how wet you are. It's killing me that I can't turn over and thrust up into you."

I roll my hips on his ass, rubbing my clit on his right cheek. "Mmm. That feels good."

"My naughty little tease."

"Shhh. I'm exploring." My fingers and lips trickle along his skin, and I savor the way his breath hitches and his muscles quiver.

"Can you make yourself come like that?"

Good question. "Would you like me to try?"

"I can't see you like this. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

I glide my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit and my pussy on him. Kissing and smelling his skin as I get wetter and wetter. His hands fist the blanket, and I know he's struggling not to take charge. He's letting me have this, and it only makes me love him more.

"Little rose." His voice is shredded.

"Beg me," I whisper into his ear.

I catch the corner of his smile as he says, "Please let me turn over. Please let me watch you come."

"Good boy."

He chokes out a laugh. "But what if I want to be bad?"

"Tough choice. I'll think about it. Roll over and make me come."

He doesn't have to be told twice. I'm on my back with him above me, his knees on the mattress, and his forearm beside my head. His mouth captures mine as his free hand slides up between my thighs. Our foreheads press as he slips two fingers inside me and starts to pump with deliciously aching slowness. I close my eyes and get lost in the way he feels, in the way he touches me.

He steals kisses, his tongue a devouring force, only to pull back so he can watch me. My eyes are still closed, but I feel him all over me. His thumb works my clit, and I draw my knees up and out, opening myself up more for him.

He's quiet, breathing heavily as he increases his pace, finger fucking me in earnest, pushing me to come and come hard. I reach up and grab his shoulders, holding on, and getting close.

"Stone."

"I'm here, little Rose. You feel me? I'm here." His fingers slip away only to immediately replace them with his cock. He doesn't thrust inside me. Instead, he glides his cock up and down my pussy, making sure his barbell hits my clit with every upward motion.

My eyes snap open, and my chin drops.

"Does that feel good?" I ask, mesmerized by the sight of him against my pussy.

"So fucking good. Nothing has ever felt better than you."

His lips take mine, and he kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing and twirling as he swallows my gasps and moans. I try to hold off. I try to keep this going. It's impossible. My orgasm barrels into me, and I cry out, clutching him as I spasm and shake and grind myself against the head of his cock and that piece of metal that might be the best piece of metal ever.

With a simple move of his hips, and before I fully come down from my high, he slides inside of me with a low groan. His body drops down, and he covers me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my cheeks, my nose, my lips. His weight on me, the way he smells, and the sounds he makes, I'll never grow tired of him.

Nothing we do will ever feel conventional or boring .

"I love you," he rasps, his voice hoarse.

"I love you," I manage, holding onto his broad shoulders, my hand over my tattoo, feeling every muscle bunch and flex as he moves over and in me. He continues to kiss me as he takes me, making sure I feel every inch of him, savoring every inch of me.

He starts to speed up, both of us breathless with sweat sticking to our skin and making us slippery and tacky. We cling and breathe and kiss and pant and get lost in each other until there is no him or me, it's only us.

His face buries in my neck, and he starts to move faster, pounding up into me, and driving me to the point of insanity. He hikes my leg higher up his waist, pivoting his hip, driving in deeper, as deep as he can go, until I shatter around him, calling out his name, and going even higher when I feel his cock thicken inside me right before he starts to come.

His body stills and he squeezes me tighter as his low groans vibrate against my neck.

I hold him, cradling him against me. After a few minutes, we get up, shower, brush our teeth, and climb back into bed naked and wrapped around each other. And that's how we fall asleep. As one.