John’s body pressed against my back, solid and warm. His breath tickled my ear as his fingers guided mine over my panties. I could feel how hard he was, pressed right against my ass through his jeans. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy.
“You were hoping I’d come, weren’t you?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Still staring at my window even after I climbed over here. Naughty girl.”
I shivered. “John, this is crazy. Someone could see us.”
“That’s what makes it good.” His other hand slid under my tank top, palm rough against my stomach. He pushed the fabric up slowly, exposing my skin to the cool air from the open window. “Look at us, Aggie. Watch.”
I lifted my eyes to the glass. The city lights outside turned the window into a dark mirror. There we were. Me in my thin tank and pantie
