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Looking up at the sign outside the building, I nod. “Yeah.”

She giggles sweeping her hair to one shoulder. “Dude, it looks like the sign to a strip club.”

I don’t laugh. Mostly because I’m a little sensitive to the word strip these days. But she’s right, with the way the X is the only thing lit up on the sign, it does look like an advertisement for an X-rated club. Believe me, we’ve had plenty of mistake drunk fools in the lobby a time or two.

With my hands in my pockets, I smirk and press the Up button on the wall. “It’s not a strip club.”

Once inside the elevator, I lean my back into the wall.

In front of me, Mila’s adjusting her hair, running her fingers through the long wavy brown strands.

I can’t wait to have my hands wrapped around that.

When she’s done, she doesn’t turn around. Instead, she stands facing the doors, her arms wrapped around her waist as if she’s cold.

She’s not going to make a move. Huh. I would have thought after what I did on the dance floor, she’d be all over me, but hey, I guess maybe she was right. She needed to sober up. But then why’s she in the elevator with me going back to my place?

Stop thinking.

I gaze at the ceiling and realize why I chose the elevator. It moves at the pace of a turtle and barely anyone ever takes it considering there are only five floors, and you can walk to the fifth floor before the elevator makes it. But, this gives me some time with her.

Make a move, dumbass.

Swallowing, I clear my throat and stare at her ass first, so fucking cute and round, perfect. She’s in front of me and if I could see her face, I think I know the look. It’d be the one she wore all night, like she wants it, she’s just afraid to ask for it until I provoke her a little. I have a feeling she doesn’t like to ask for anything when it comes from a man but you know, she could surprise me on this one.

I take a step toward her. “You’re killin’ me,” I whisper, letting the words close around her.

I know the moment they hit her because her body tenses.

Before she can say anything, my mouth presses to the curve of her neck with a desperate edge Ican’tcontrol. My body hums with desire, a need I can’t quite grasp. I’mdyingto be inside of her. I suppose three months of being without can make you a bit crazy. Or maybe it’s that I got her off earlier and the hard-on I had then hasn’t really gone away.

I want her and having to sit through that entire meal thinking about that tiny moan she made when she came, and the heat between us even now has my body on fire. It’s a need I can’t turn off any longer.

The second she twists in my arms, her burning mouth scorching mine, I lose myself in her. I knew as well as anyone you can only deny yourself something for so long before it becomes a need.

With my hands on the backs of her thighs, I pick her up.

A groan rumbles in my chest, low and deep, when the heat of her pussy causes my cock to jump in anticipation. Turning us around, I slam her against the wall of the elevator, a little rougher than I want to, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

My chest is against hers, the rise and fall of every breath felt in mine. Her hands find their way around my neck like they did when we were dancing.

My feet squeak against the floor, attempting to find proper footing when she wraps herself around me, legs and arms, wild motions, scrambling to get closer when my hips come in contact with her center. With a soft moan, she digs her heels in my ass, trying to make my press harder into her, needing the contact and to know how much I want her too.

Dropping my head to her shoulder, I shake it back and forth. I grind into her, hard and unyielding like I’m about to be all night long when she gasps at the contact.

I can’t see her face. It’s now buried in my neck as she shamelessly lets her pussy slide along my length and it’s the greatest fucking feeling in the world.

I drive her motions, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other on the back of her neck as I sweep her hair from her shoulder, my mouth persistent on her kissing me. Right now. But she doesn’t.

We rock against one another, lost in the moment, the pleasure shooting through our bodies. With each thrust of my hips against hers, she’s that much closer to falling apart on me, and I’mthatclose to coming in my fucking pants.

Encouraging her to seek out what she’s looking for again, I angle my hips to give her the right pressure and position. My eyes are low, watching our movements when a moan of pleasure escapes her lips. My stare jerks to hers.

Fucking hell. Did she come again?

Up until now, I haven’t kissed her, believe it or not. I wanted to a handful of times on the dance floor, and my mouth was certainly close enough, but it hadn’t happened.

Her breath pelts the side of my neck when I draw her back a fraction of an inch, and then her eyes open to mine, a beautiful blue so clear with desire it can’t be mistaken for anything else.

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