Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 14: Against The Glass **

Ryan slid the keycard against the lock, that little green light flashing like it was in on the secret.

He pushed the door open and stepped aside so Sophie could go first, but honestly, he just needed a second to breathe. The room hit him like every other four-hundred-dollar New York hotel room he’d ever been in – nice enough to feel fancy, but still kinda sterile.

White duvet pulled tight over the king bed, generic cityscape art on the walls that probably came from the same warehouse as every other midtown place, and that faint smell of lemon cleaner trying too hard to cover up whatever had happened in here last night.

But those windows.

Floor-to-ceiling, twenty-five stories up in uptown. The city stretched out below them like it was putting on a show just for them – downtown all lit up, those glowing pillars of glass and steel stabbing into the black sky. It was the kind of view that made you forget the price tag for a second.

Sophie walked straight to the glass like she’d been waiting for it all night. She pressed her fingertips to it, staring out, the city lights catching on the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw.

That dress – the one she’d worn to dinner – looked even better from the back than it had from the front.

It hugged her like it was scared to let go, clinging to the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the full, perfect swell of her ass that had been messing with his head for hours.

Every time she’d leaned over the table or crossed her legs, he’d had to force his eyes somewhere else. Now there was no table, no polite conversation, no reason to pretend he wasn’t staring.

He let the door click shut behind him and just watched her for a beat. She looked so damn good standing there, city glowing around her silhouette, like she belonged in some movie scene he wasn’t cool enough to be in.

Then he moved.

He stepped up close, not touching yet, just letting her feel the heat coming off him. His breath brushed the side of her neck and she shivered, pressing back into him without thinking. Her body fit against his like it already knew the shape of him.

"This dress," he said, voice low, right against her ear, "was driving me fucking crazy all night."

Sophie let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to give him more skin. "That’s too bad. I planned on taking it off."

He smiled against her neck. "On second thought... it’s not that great."

He kissed her there – slow, mouth open just enough to taste her. One strap, then the other, sliding off her shoulders. The dress pooled at her waist like it had been waiting for permission.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and he popped it open with one hand, smooth enough that Sophie actually glanced back at him, one eyebrow raised like she was impressed and a little suspicious.

Before she could say anything, his hands were on her. Palms cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened under his touch. His mouth stayed on her neck, sucking lightly, teeth grazing enough to make her breath hitch. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

She could feel him already – hard, insistent, pressing against her ass like he was about to tear through his pants.

Her hand reached back, working his belt open, then his zipper, slipping inside to wrap around the thick, throbbing length of him. She stroked him slow and firm, thumb circling the head, and he groaned into her skin.

His fingers rolled her nipples, pinching just right, while his teeth caught her earlobe and tugged. Her strokes got a little faster, a little tighter.

"Enough teasing," she breathed, voice shaky. "Just fuck me already."

Ryan didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up over her hips, letting it bunch around her waist.

Her ass – gods. Full, round, the kind of curves that made his brain short out every time she walked ahead of him tonight. He took a second just to look, hand sliding over the smooth skin, squeezing once like he couldn’t help himself.

Then his fingers hooked into the thin straps of her panties and dragged them down her legs until they hit the floor. He slid his hand back up between her thighs and found her soaked. One finger slipped inside her easy, then two, curling just right.

"You really are ready, huh?" he murmured, voice rough.

"Yes..." she gasped, pushing back onto his hand. "Please, just – wait."

She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder, eyes dark. "You have condoms, right? Since you planned this whole thing?"

Ryan’s brain went completely blank for a second. Fuck. He hadn’t planned shit, and even getting her up here took a bribe.

"I... forgot that part," he admitted, sighing. "I could throw my clothes back on, run down to the front desk or whatever, but that’d kill the whole vibe... or..."

She raised an eyebrow, that little smirk playing on her lips. "This isn’t a safe day. So how good’s your pull-out game, exactly?"

He grinned, couldn’t help it. "Prime Jordan."

"I don’t watch basketball."

"Tom Brady, then?"

"Don’t watch football either."

He tilted his head, pretending to think hard. "2012 Messi?"

Sophie laughed, low and warm, then turned back around and pushed her ass back against him, arching just enough to make his cock twitch hard against her. "You’re such a fucking geek. Just shut up and put it in."

Ryan’s grin went wide and wicked.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her arm behind her back, and pressed her forward until her cheek met the cool glass.

She arched perfectly – back dipped, ass up, legs spread just enough. The city lights painted her skin in soft gold and blue, highlighting every curve, every dip, every place he wanted his mouth. She looked filthy and beautiful at the same time.

"Is that how you talk to your new boss?" he asked, voice dropping.

She swallowed, voice suddenly smaller, sweeter. "No... I’m sorry, boss."

He brought his hand down once – sharp smack across her ass. The sound cracked through the room and she jerked, moaning softly, pushing back even harder, begging without words.

"Please, boss," she whispered, voice thick. "Fuck me senseless."

That was it.

He lined himself up, pressed the head against her slick entrance, and felt her whole body tense. Then he pushed in – slow, inch by inch – watching her mouth fall open, hearing that loud, broken moan rip out of her as he filled her completely.

One hand stayed on the back of her head, keeping her pressed to the glass.

The other kept her wrist pinned at the small of her back.

He started moving – deep, steady thrusts that made her moan louder with every snap of his hips.

The city hummed outside, but inside the room the only sounds were skin on skin, her desperate little cries, and the wet sound of him fucking her exactly the way she’d asked for.

And Ryan hoped like hell the walls were thick enough, because Sophie was not being quiet.