I spun her around with a rough, sudden movement, pinning her chest and face against the cold glass. The contrast was stark: the freezing window on her skin and the furnace of my body pressing into her from behind. I didn't give her a second to breathe. I brought my hand down in a sharp, stinging spank against her thigh, the sound echoing through the silent suite.
She let out a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a low, needy moan. "Yes... please," she whimpered, her professional dignity having long since shattered against the floor.
I kept one hand firmly on the back of her neck, controlling her gaze so she was forced to look at her own reflection against the backdrop of the waking city. My free hand reached down, my fingers finding her slick, swollen heat.
