Watch Me Come

In the stifling heat of a sleepless July night, Ivy paces her apartment naked, soaked in sweat and starved for sensation. Her air conditioner is broken. Her heart still raw from a breakup that left her craving more-more danger, more pleasure, more raw, unapologetic lust. With the window open and the curtains wide, she welcomes the night air.and the possibility that someone is watching. And someone is.
Across the alley, a shadow stirs. A window glows. Ivy doesn't know his name, but she's seen him-broad shoulders, lingering stares, the kind of man who makes you wonder what he's like when the lights go out. Tonight, she finds out.  What begins as a private performance-fingers gliding across skin, a vibrator buzzing through the silence-becomes something else entirely when his light flickers, his body steps into view, and the erotic charge between them surges across thirty feet of open air.
Two strangers. One night. No shame. But the voyeur becomes something more when he shows up at her door. Liam is everything Ivy fantasized about-tall, intense, and hungry to make her his. No more glass between them. No more pretending. From the moment he presses her to the window and makes good on every filthy, desperate fantasy she's ever had, Ivy's world tilts into something uncharted. Her body sings under his touch.
Her soul ignites in the heat of being truly seen-and devoured. Together, they share a night of animal passion, uninhibited displays, and window-lit orgasms that push them both to their limits. No rules. No regrets. Just the thrill of being watched-and the hunger to be taken.