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“you feel incredible, baby,” he growled into your ear, hips rocking at a languidly gentle pace. 

“feels so good, lew…”

you were floating on cloud nine — breathy and covered in a thin layer of sweat. the two of you had been like this for hours, edging and teasing until you begged for him to be inside you. it was almost always like this, lengthy and passionate. sex with lewis was to be savoured like a sweet delicacy.

lewis knew you loved to indulge him by the way you clenched around his girth, fingernails deliciously dragging down his muscular, tattooed back. he was a glorious lover, knowing all your little pressure points. he had a sixth sense about what you liked and how you liked it before you even knew. so when he tortuously pulled out, leaving you empty and pouting, he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“up,” he motioned, large hands clutching your tender hips.

it took all of your strength to pull yourself from the cloud-like mattress, doused in pillows and smelling of lewis’ sweet cologne and sex — you wished you could bottle up the scent for those lonely nights. once you found balance, you carefully tiptoed over to where he was waiting, unsteady on your feet but lewis caught you.

“i’ve got you, baby girl. here, hold onto this…” he placed your hand on the shallow sill that lined the large floor to ceiling windows and you gasped at how cold it was to the touch.

outside was a breath-taking view of the eiffel tower, perfectly lit up against the dark, cloudy sky. it stood taller than every other building around it, proudly and stoically. a pillar of culture, a symbol of victory and freedom— the beginning of a new frontier. its symbolism reminded you a lot of the challenges lewis had faced in his career, fighting for what he believed to be important, giving voice to those without one. always staunch in his beliefs, unwavering and kind. 

“this view is beautiful,” you murmured as lewis traced his lips across your exposed shoulders and neck, admiring the beauty right in front of him while you looked beyond the horizon. 

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered in return, “every time you see the eiffel tower, i want you to think about how good i'm about to make you feel right now.” 

a surge of excitement shot down your spine at his promise as he reached around and softly stroked your swollen clit, warming you up again. you could feel his thick cock brushing against your ass, hard and no doubt pulsating at the thought of fucking you against this window, so exposed and on display. lewis loved the idea of people watching, his exhibitionist streak showing its hand early in your relationship. 

“need you inside me again, baby,” you moaned and reached around for him, but before you could make a move, your hands were pinned to the window pane. 

lewis shuffled your body forward until your breasts were pressed firmly against the glass —the chill from the cool night caressed your nipples and sent a wave of pleasure to your core. he kicked your feet apart slightly and spread your cheeks before sending a long string of spit down your backside and slipping into your warmth. 

“fuuuuck,” you groaned, forehead dipping against the window from the fullness. 

“need everyone to see how fucking sexy you look when you come all over my cock —need it so, so bad,” lewis panted almost desperately, eyes narrowed and focused on the way his cock disappeared into your slick hole. 

“fuck me harder…” you softly whimpered, fingertips white from the pressure placed against the glass. 

you could hear the devilish chuckle from the beautiful man serving you insurmountable pleasure on a silver platter, “better hold on then, baby girl.”

a/n — was going to post this tomorrow morning but fuck itttt! can't believe this is my first time writing for lewis, i enjoyed it so much!

Despite how much you try to act tough about how pretty boys don’t affect you, this one is just almost too beautiful to not give him any preferential treatment.

Although that is not your fault because, God really gave this man too much power with those dimples. And then he started to talk, and Jesus, this guy won the lottery. I mean, it is not fair that he also has a beautiful French accent. (Although later, I learned not to call it a French accent. He will look at you like he would like to murder you.)

And that is how you got yourself in this situation: your weakness for pretty boys. Might I add, stupid pretty boys. Because what do you mean you are in a Ferrari chasing the people that stole his watch?

As he speeds up his car with you in the passenger seat and his little brother in the back, you can’t hold it in anymore. “Charles! What do you think you’re doing?” you scream.

“I am getting my watch back, mon chéri,” he says with his puppy eyes on you. Suddenly, you hear laughter from the back of the car. It seems this is the most exciting part of Arthur’s life. You scoff and add, “You’re not getting your watch back, Charlie. You’re going to murder us, and you better keep those eyes on the road.” At that, Arthur really can’t hold it back anymore, and he starts crying as he laughs.

Charlie gives you his most innocent look he can muster and smiles at you with his dimples as he speeds up again after the people that have his watch.

At the same time, you realize that your stupid boyfriend fits you very much because you are also stupid. And you decide to take your phone from your bag and call the police, something you should have done five minutes into the chase.

As you are calling the police, Charlie gives you a strange look and asks, “What are you doing, mon chéri?” You mutter, “Calling the police.” Charles smiles and lays one of his hands on your leg. You smile until you look at the speed you’re going.

Now, you have much faith in your boyfriend's driving ability. I mean, you don't become a Formula 1 driver if you can't drive (luckily for your boyfriend, you don't have to be great at parking). But driving at this speed with one hand is a bit much. As you get ready to scold him after you finish your call and hear that the police are on their way, you’re interrupted by a panicked Arthur. “You’re calling the police on us?” he asks. You turn around, absolutely flabbergasted as Charlie laughs. “No, I am not calling the police on Charles. I am calling the police for Charles to get his watch back.”

As you say that, you hear Charles mutter, “Shit.” You quickly turn around and realize that Charles and the police have driven the thieves to get stuck with nowhere to go.

As your stupid pretty boyfriend tries to get out of the car, you grab his arm and tell him to wait because does he want to die??? As you see the police take the thieves away, you finally get his watch back.

When you guys return to the car and settle back inside, you look at Charles and start to laugh really loud. Charles smiles at you, lays his hand on your leg, and retorts, “You had fun, mon chéri?” You quickly give him a glare and say, “Yes, Charlie, I always wanted to chase criminals.”