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“I can’t believe you, Scarlett. What a prick of a thing to ask.”

“FINNNN!” Her palm slapped against my collarbone, and I was promptly pushed from the bed. “Stop. Tell me. Are we out and proud, or chilling on the down low?”

“Well, first, I have to say how cute your accent is when you say down low, and second, would I be an ass if I said option two?”

“Not at all. I think it’s a wise move, especially with us working one on one.”

Still on the floor, I nodded in agreement. “So, it keeps our hands to ourselves at the office, and, as fun as they are, maybe this should be the last midnight visit for a while. After all, we are mature professionals with kids and shit. You must control yourself and keep those sticky, wandering paws off me, Red. In the office and at home.”

Ignoring these rules completely, we had sex twice at work the next day, and not twenty-four hours after our little chat, at the stroke of twelve,?my phone buzzed against my shoulder as I lay thinking of her.

Scar: I can’t sleep. Are you awake?

Me: I think I’m going to be awake for the rest of my life after last night. What are you wearing? Doing? Touching?

Scar: Wearing nothing. Doing nothing. Wrapping my hands around the pineapple I got from the market today. I’m just about to split it open. Want some?

Me: Knew you couldn’t resist me. Be there in five.

She opened the door wearing a black robe over her naked shoulders, the still unsliced pineapple covering her questionable modesty.

“Hello, darling. Hungry? I am.” Her voice was low, husky, and different. It was also hot. Very hot.

Slightly taken aback but fully into it, I was slow to move. Scarlett wasn’t. Catching me by surprise, she dropped the pineapple and grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt. The thing must have split open as it was all I could smell as she dragged me inside and pressed me against the wall. “Jeez. Have you been lifting weights or something?” I teased.

“No. I just know what I want. And right now, that is to slip my face between your massive thighs.”

“Oh, my God. Red, what the fuck are you doing?”

Scarlett said nothing, just winked and raised my finger to her lips, “Shhhh.” I’d never seen a pair of sweats pulled down so seductively. I didn’t know it was possible, but it was apparently, and by the time they were around my ankles, my cock was ready to go, in her hands, and being licked by her soft tongue.

Biting my bottom lip between my teeth, I swept her hair away from her face so that I could enjoy the view. And what a view it was. Her plump, red lips pressed kisses down my length and back again, then when she reached the tip, already wet with pre-cum, she wiped it clean with her little finger and then sucked it right off. “Mm, tasty.”

“You like?”

“Yes, baby. I love it. Like I knew I would.”

“Fuck, Red. Are you trying to kill me?” With an evil smile, she shrugged, wrapped her lips around my tip, and then gently sucked. “Holy mother of fuck.” My palms were plastered against the wall, my flesh burning, my nails catching as they struggled to find purchase on the rough, exposed brick. I looked down just as she pulled away and almost came on the spot. The sound of her wet slips sliding off my flesh was unlike anything I’d ever heard. She licked her lips and then repeated the process again. And again. Taking me all the way in, then pulling back just as my knees began to buckle. She was teasing me. It was torture. The kind I wanted to live through every day for the rest of my life. But I also needed it to end. I released my futile grip of the bricks, threw my hands into her hair, and scratched my nails against her scalp. “Do it. Please, Red. Take me in. Let me fuck that smile right off that pretty little mouth.” She moaned and did as she was told. She took me in deep…then deeper…then deeper again.

It. Was. Incredible. The pressure, her touch, the smoothness of her tongue, everything. She once shared her disbelief that sex could ever feel so good. That what it was between us could be real, and I’d known exactly what she meant. But watching her bobbing up and down and listening to her grunting, gagging, and licking took my understanding to a whole new level.

I never wanted this to end, but I was so damn close already. Desperate to hold on, I threw my head back, thumping it against the wall and staring up at the stark-white ceiling. I focused on the patterns carved into the ceiling. I listened to the persistent whining of a car alarm on the street and the buzz of my Apple watch congratulating me on making my step count. Anything I could just to hold on.

I allowed my mind to wander, but that was equally dangerous. Each time I let it roam, an image of the very thing I was trying to be distracted from would flash before my eyes. Then I had a thought.Holy shit!“Look at me, Red.” I twisted my hands through her hair and tilted her head back slightly till I could see her eyes. “Have you done this before?”

“Never,” she purred, still sliding up and down me, never stopping, never losing speed.

Half of me felt bad. She was so innocent. So pure. The other half fucking loved it and thrust even harder. “Do you like choking on my cock, Scarlett? You like being a bad girl?”

Nodding and giggling, she then lightly bit down, and that was it. I was done. “Shit, I’m gonna come, Red.”

She laughed and pulled off with a pop. “I may not have done this before, but I think that’s kinda the point.” With a hum of pleasure that sunk into my bones, she took me back in and three long, slow, tickling-the-back-of-her-throat bobs later, my body seized. That rush, that feeling like no other overcame me. I spilled inside her mouth, my hips continuing to thrust until she’d swallowed every drop I gave her.

Utterly boneless, I slid down the wall, my shirt catching on the rugged finish and tearing in the process. Scarlett, her face flushed and glowing, joined me, falling to her side between me and her tropical treat. I reached for the nearest chunk that had made no contact with the floor, took it between my trembling fingers, then used it to trace her lips. “Lie down, Red. I think it’s my turn to dish out dessert.”

Finn

Iris woke up in a mood the next morning. One that had me dreading the teenage years to come even more than I already was. Her initial buzz to start grade one had well and truly worn off after the first week, and it took Evie, me, and the promise of a Jocelyn-funded gourmet breakfast to subdue the teary-eyed demon that had possessed her. It was almost enough to ruin my lingering high from Scarlett’s surprise blowie. But not quite.