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I shake my head, refusing, my lips more frantic, more focused on making her see nothing matters but this. Fuck stopping. I don’t care if the goddamn building is on fire. I’ll have sex with her and then put the fire out.

With a giggle, she parts her mouth from mine, gasping for air and tries to put her legs down.

Why is she trying to stop me?

I draw back. “Why?”

That’s when she laughs, kissing me once more and points over my shoulder. “We’re not alone.”

Just then someone clears their throat. I hadn’t realized but someone had gotten on the elevator with us. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice my neighbor smiling at me. He’s a sixteen-year-old kid, Adam, who lives with his dad, and I fucking guarantee he’s never seen a naked woman before. Not that Mila is naked but it’s the way he’s eyeing her legs that makes me think he’s imagining she is. Little fucker.

Adam’s face is flushed, eyes wide under his dark baseball cap, the epitome of an embarrassed teenage boy. It’s like three in the morning.What the fuck is he doing up?is my first thought. My next is I don’t care.

Winking at him, I let Mila down and back two steps before I reach inside my jeans to adjust myself, not caring who sees.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Mila covers her mouth, laughing, a warmth present in her cheeks, fidgeting with her shirt and trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

“What?” I chuckle, removing my hand. “He doesn’t mind.”

Adam smiles, his own face flushing. “I’m just taking notes.”

“Hey, dude,” I say, nudging Adam’s arm with mine. “What are you doing up this late?”

He shrugs. “Out with friends.”

Uh-huh, sure he is. I smile, but I don’t look at Adam again; I can’t with Mila next to me because the expression on her face makes it worth it. Not only are her cheeks red but her neck and chest are covered in pink splotches.

Fuck yeah. I’m getting to her.

When the elevator dings and the door opens, Adam jets out ahead of us.

“This is my floor,” I tell Mila, grabbing her hand.

Mila nods quickly, like she’s suddenly nervous. “Okay.”

Chuckling, I tip my head when she doesn’t move and I let go of her hand. “Afteryou.”

Her eyes narrow. She knows what I’m doing. I want to watch her walk in front of me.

It’s a little uncomfortable trying to walk, what with a raging hard-on I have going on, but once I have her at my door and she’s walking past it because let’s face it, she has no clue where I live.

I grab her by the waist, yanking her back into my chest. “Where ya goin’, honey?”

She sighs but doesn’t say anything in reply, melting against me.

Digging my keys from my pocket, I don’t let go of Mila and open the door with my right hand. Twisting around just as I get them in the door, she wraps her arms around my neck.

“You better get that damn door open soon,” she whispers and then drops her goddamn hand and palms the outside of my jeans. “Or I may have to drop to my knees right here.”

Did she really just say that?

Never mind her hand is exactly where I want it, did she just say she’d drop to her knees? I clearly underestimated her in being shy.

While I’m tempted to call bullshit in hopes she might actually do it, regretfully I get the door open. And instead of making her drop to her knees, I kiss her because if I can’t have her lips on my dick, I want them on my mouth at least.

Mila giggles, allowing me to carry her inside by wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Are your roommates home?” she asks, breaking the kiss and looking around my apartment.

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