I said. Nicole stepped out of her skin-tight jeans and kicked them aside, keeping her shoes on. In those shiny red six-inch heels, she must be five-ten or -eleven. I took in the familiar long legs all the way up to the red lace panties, the smooth pale skin of her hips and stomach, the matching lace bra. The curly red hair tumbling over her shoulders. “Go to the window,” I instructed. My corner office at BlueMagick is on the fifth floor. The tallest building on the tech campus, it looks out over a grassy park area with trees and a pond. It’s nice. I like to fuck in front of the window. It really gives me that master-of-all-I-survey feeling—even if nobody can see in through the tinted glass. I stood behind Nicole and watched her faint reflection in the window as I unhooked her bra. She had great breasts, a little more than a handful. I played with a nipple and made it hard between my thumb and finger as I reached down inside her panties with my other hand. She groaned a little and tilted her head back against my shoulder.
