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I planted my palms on his chest, digging sharp nails into his skin as I circled my hips, then rolled them back and forth, dragging his cock over the perfect spot inside me. Stars dotted my vision, and my breath caught as I rode him to the crest of perfect pleasure. He held on tighter, grunting and lifting his hips in time with my motions.

“Open your eyes, Sunday. We aren’t alone.”

His voice was tight with need and desperate lust, gaze trained on the window once more where our mystery voyeur had returned.

Once again, the stranger had one hand pressed to the fogged glass, and there was no missing the furious pump of his other arm.

“I think he wants a show,” I whispered, my heart picking up again at the thought.

“Then let’s fucking give him one,” Noah said with a slow grin, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight.