Eyes on Us

Chapter 1: The Window Stage

Lyndon adjusted the collar of his crisp white shirt, his reflection smirking back at him from the full-length mirror of their upscale hotel suite. The city skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a perfect backdrop for the game they were about to play. Megan sauntered out of the bathroom, her crimson silk robe barely clinging to her curves, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. She caught his gaze in the mirror and arched a brow, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

'So, you think they’re watching already?' she purred, her voice dripping with challenge as she leaned against the window frame, the city lights casting a halo around her. 'Or do we need to give them a proper show to draw a crowd?'

Lyndon turned, his eyes raking over her with unabashed hunger. 'Oh, darling, they’re watching. I can feel their eyes on us. Question is, how long before they’re glued to the glass, wishing they were me?' His tone was sharp, teasing, as he stepped closer, the heat of his body already igniting the space between them.

Megan laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through him. 'Careful, Lyndon. I’m not some trophy to be ogled. If they’re watching, they’re gonna see me take exactly what I want.' She reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw before sliding down to tug at his belt. 'And right now, I want you to stop talking and start performing.'

He grinned, his hands finding her hips, pulling her flush against him. 'Bossy tonight, aren’t we? Fine. Let’s give them something to remember.' He spun her around, pressing her against the cool glass of the window, her robe slipping just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of her thigh. 'Imagine them out there, Megan. Across the street, in those other windows, staring. Getting hard just watching you.'

She tilted her head back, her breath hitching as his lips grazed her neck. 'And what about you? Are you hard already, thinking about their eyes on us?' Her voice was a taunt, daring him to admit it as she ground her ass against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing into her.

'Fuck, yes,' he growled, his hands sliding under the silk to grip her bare skin. 'I’m hard as hell, and you’re loving every second of this, aren’t you? Knowing they’re out there, wishing they could touch this perfect ass.'

Megan smirked, turning her head to catch his eye. 'Maybe. But they don’t get to. Only you do. So don’t waste time talking about them—show me what you’ve got.' Her words were a command, her body arching into his touch as she pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. The city lights bathed her naked form, and she knew damn well anyone watching would be losing their minds.

Lyndon’s breath came faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he leaned in, his voice a low rumble. 'Oh, I’m gonna show you. I’m gonna make you scream so loud, they’ll hear it through the glass.' He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her thighs as he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of her leg, inching higher. 'You’re already wet, aren’t you? Dripping for me while the whole damn city watches.'

Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension. 'Keep dreaming, hotshot. You’ve got work to do before I’m screaming.' But her body betrayed her, a shiver running through her as his tongue teased closer to where she ached for him, her hands pressing against the window for balance. She could almost feel the phantom eyes on her, the thrill of being seen making her pulse race. 'Hurry up, Lyndon. I’m not patient.'

He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending sparks through her. 'Oh, I’ll take my time. Let them see every second of me worshipping this pussy before I fuck you senseless.' His words were a promise, and as his mouth finally found her, her sharp retort dissolved into a gasp, her body trembling with anticipation of the explosive night ahead.