“Nothing about you would surprise me.” He unhooked her bra and pulled the thin fabric away from her body.

Then both of his hands were on her breasts, and Kelly arched backward as the resulting sensations weakened her knees. “But—”

“But nothing,” Caleb said almost curtly, even as he was sliding a hand between her legs.

She opened her mouth to continue the conversation, or maybe just to moan with intensifying pleasure. Caleb’s finger was sliding into the wet heat of her body.

“You can’t hide anything from me.” He was tonguing the hollow of her neck.

Kelly had to reach out and grab the other side of the window frame as well. She wasn’t confident of her ability to stay on her feet. Something inside her was weeping at his words, at how he clearly believed them.

At how wrong he was.

“Everyone hides something.”

He didn’t answer. Just jerked her hips back against him so that she could feel the hard bulge of his erection.

“Well, you’re not hiding your intentions very well at the moment. Did you want to find a bed?” she asked, deciding changing the subject was the only reasonable response to the torrent of her feelings.

“No need for a bed.”

Kelly was still staring down at the street, standing naked except for her panties while Caleb was fully dressed in a dark suit behind her. She turned her neck to see him. But as soon as she did, he murmured, “Don’t turn around.”

Ignoring him, she finished the swivel of her neck, caught a glimpse of his damp, intense face before he reached up and turned her head back until it was facing forward, out the window. “Don’t turn around,” he instructed again. He slid her panties down until they fell into the pile with her dress on the floor.

A kind of wild thrill shook her as she held on to the window frame with both hands. All of those people down there, going on with their normal lives.

And she and Caleb were up here, doing this.

“Don’t move,” he said thickly. “I’ll be right back.”

She didn’t know what he was doing, but she waited until she could feel his presence behind her again.

“What were you doing?” she asked.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead she heard a soft, mechanical buzzing behind her.

She knew instinctively what it was, and her assumption was verified when he brought a slim blue vibrator around her body.

She sucked in a breath as he pressed it against her belly, sliding it up to tease her nipples.

Her arousal tightened, and she kept staring out the window as he very slowly trailed the vibrator back down her body.

She was aching with need when he finally reached her groin, and she clutched the window frame desperately as he slid it against her clit.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said, when her eyelids fell shut automatically to process the intense sensations. “Keep looking out there, at all those people with their normal lives. People not like us.”

She almost sobbed as an orgasm spiraled up so quickly she couldn’t control it. He was rubbing the vibrator hard against her clit. She came before she could stop herself, and then kept coming as he continued to stimulate her with the device.

When he finally pulled it away, she felt limp and still strangely heavy.

She wanted to kiss him, hold him, and she automatically turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

His eyes were closed when she saw him, his face tense and strained. Despite the situation, he looked exhausted—as if he’d been through too much in the last few days.

She knew he wouldn’t admit it, but he’d had a really hard week. It was just Monday that something terrible had happened at work. And her heart went out to him, even as her clit was throbbing in the aftermath.

Then he opened his eyes. “Don’t turn around,” he said for the third time, skimming his palm over her hard nipple.

She looked forward again, still excited but also a little sad. She didn’t just want an orgasm. She wanted to really be with him.

Although what she wanted for real would never be a possibility.

He turned the vibrator back on and this time he slid it against her clit just briefly before reangling it and sliding it inside her.

She cried out as it penetrated her, the vibrations intensifying the sensations.

He pumped it in and out, as if he were fucking her, and once again the orgasm hit her without any preparation or volition.

She clutched at the window frame as the sensations ripped through her. Her pussy clung to the vibrator, but Caleb didn’t stop moving it inside her. After a minute, she came again and then again before she’d fully come down.

She had no idea what was happening to her. Her body was completely out of control, somehow disconnected from her heart.

Everything was out of control. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She was making little grunting sounds, clenching her jaw as the exquisite pressure coiled up beneath her belly yet again. She started pushing her ass back against the vibrator, unable to keep herself still.

“Yes,” he hissed, his mouth closing down around her shoulder. “Yes. Kelly, open your eyes.”

She obeyed him instinctively, breathing urgently and erratically through her nose since her lips were pressed tightly together. She stared out the window. Saw all those other people. People nothing like her.

People with lives and loves and meaning in the world.

She felt trapped between his hard body and the cold glass of the window. Trapped between the intense sensations and the intense feelings in her heart. Trapped in a way she’d never escape from.

“Can you come?” he asked, his voice hoarse but still in control.

“Yeah,” she whimpered, so close now that the wait was delicious torture. “Gonna come.” She gasped as he bit her shoulder.

“Kelly, say my name,” he muttered, pumping the vibrator even faster. “Who’s going to make you come? Say it.”

“Caleb. Caleb!” So she was crying out his name when another orgasm erupted.

Only then did he pull the vibrator out and turn it off. Kelly panted and tried to pull herself together again. Caleb was holding her tightly now with both arms, which was good because otherwise she might have slid to the floor.

Neither of them spoke for a long time, and Kelly wanted so much to fall into bed with him. Nestle in his arms. Comfort him and seek comfort from him. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he needed someone, and she so wanted to be the person he needed.

But even now that wasn’t who they were. Caleb didn’t seem to want anything like that today. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it worried her for several reasons.

“Your turn now,” she said, trying to sound light.

She looked at him closely and saw that he was tense and flushed. He made no move to kiss her, so she stroked her hands down his chest and belly until she reached his groin.

She unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock.

She stared down at it for a minute and then knelt on the floor in front of him.

His eyes were so strange—intense and conflicted and so hungry—as she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth.

She sucked him off, relieved when she heard him start to make little grunts, the sounds he always made when he was losing control.

Whatever else was going on with him, he still needed this from her.

She took him as deep as she could, since she could tell he was trying not to fuck her mouth, and it wasn’t long before his whole body was tightening like a fist.

Then it all released as he came into her mouth, his cock spasming as he let out a helpless, wordless sound.

She could feel his whole body soften at his release, and she swallowed as best she could and zipped him back up before she stood in front of him.

He was fully dressed now, and she was completely naked, with her clothes in a heap on the floor.