She’s standing near the bar, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand. The thin strap of her black silk dress has slipped off her shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of her collarbone. The lighting is low, the warm amber glow from the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I’m sitting back in the leather chair, my shirt open at the collar, a glass of bourbon resting in my hand.

She catches me watching her. The way her lips curve at the corners tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking. A quiet confidence in the way she shifts her weight to one leg, letting the slit in her dress open just enough to reveal the soft skin of her inner thigh.

A knock at the door.

She looks at me, one eyebrow raised. My heart picks up pace, though my face remains calm. I nod.

She opens the door. He’s tall, dressed sharp, his eyes cutting straight to her body. His gaze lingers, dark and hungry, as he steps inside. His hand brushes the small of her back, and I see her skin respond, the subtle shiver that runs through her body.

“Drink?” I ask, my voice low.

He declines with a shake of his head, his attention still fixed on her. His hand slides down her arm, his fingers trailing over her wrist. She exhales slowly, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin silk of her dress. He leans in, his mouth brushing against her ear. Her eyes close for a moment.

My jaw tightens as his hand moves to her hip. I watch her breathe faster. Her body shifts toward him, and I see the heat pooling in her eyes when they flutter open and meet mine. I set down my glass.

She walks toward me, sinking down onto my lap. My hands settle on her thighs, pushing the dress higher. The silk slides against her skin, exposing the lace underneath. He steps behind her, his hands sliding over her shoulders, and he leans down to kiss the back of her neck.

She moans softly.

My hands tighten on her hips as his mouth trails lower, his fingers teasing the thin straps of her dress down her arms. Her head falls back against my chest, and I slide one hand up her thigh, brushing my thumb along the edge of her underwear.

He kneels in front of her now, his mouth brushing the inside of her knee. Her breath catches, and I feel the tension coil in her body. My other hand slides into her hair, tilting her face toward me as I kiss her, deep and slow.

He spreads her legs wider, his hands firm on her thighs. I hear the sharp intake of her breath as my fingers slide beneath the lace. She moans into my mouth, and I feel her body respond, soft and trembling. His hands move higher. My grip on her waist tightens.

Her eyes open, finding mine. I see the heat in them, the quiet pleading. I nod. His mouth traces the inside of her thigh, and I watch as her lips part in a breathless gasp.

My hand moves between her legs. He watches me, his gaze dark, as her body trembles. The tension between us tightens, the air thick with heat. Her head falls back against my shoulder, her mouth open as her breath quickens.

I lean down, my mouth at her ear. “Relax,” I whisper. “Let it happen.”

Her eyes flutter closed as his hands roam higher, my fingers sliding deeper. Her breath becomes ragged. I watch her face, drinking in every sound, every twitch of her body as we push her past the edge together.

The city lights blur outside the window as the night unfolds before us. Boundless. Breathless. Unstoppable.