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and wondered what it might taste like.

He decided to find out.

That first gasp that fell from her lips when his mouth found her nape was heroin to his senses. A wash of heat straight to his veins that shot down to his cock in an instant to make him ache in the best fucking way. Because all too soon, he knew, the heat he would have wrapped around his cock would be better than what he was being teased with right now. A little kiss was not enough; the next time his tongue joined in, licking at inked skin. She whimpered, and her hand moved a little faster inside the bag.

Lev couldn’t help but chuckle.

The keys were still in the side pocket.

“What are you—fuck, yes,” she breathed out when one of his hands slipped down the loose front of her romper. He couldn’t do much to get more access to the skin of her shoulders with the leather jacket tight to her form, so he went with something else.

Something better.

Gigi’s giggles quickly melted into a low moan. His palm dipped under the stretchy lace of her bra. He squeezed her breast, and then the other, until he felt her nipples harden into peaks. She finally found the keys in the side pocket with a low fuck falling from her lips as his fingers found the same soft lace beneath the toned expanse of her stomach. He hadn’t stopped kissing the back of her neck, but his lips moved to the spot behind her ear when his hands went lower.

Under lace.

Between slightly widened thighs.

“God, yeah, so fucking wet,” he praised. “I can’t wait to get a taste of this ... you’re gonna love that, won’t you? Do you want me to eat you, too? Get my tongue up in that tight pussy for a little taste?”

“Yes.”

Her voice was a lot like her pussy.

Hot and soft.

“Love it when a pussy’s bare,” Lev told her, letting his hand and finger explore a part of her he hadn’t yet gotten to see. Soon, his spiraling thoughts rushed to soothe. He’d see her and taste her soon, and he couldn’t fucking wait. And she was smooth—waxed, it felt like. He loved pussy in all forms but waxed was his favorite because there was no fucking way to be closer than with nothing between him and cunt but skin.

Exactly what he liked.

“Just ... oh, my God ... let me get this door—Lev,” she gasped as two of his fingers swept between her slit a second time.

“Nobody’s stopping you, babe. Open it up.”

Her hands trembled.

Those keys made so much fucking noise.

And so did she while he toyed with her clit, rubbing fast, wet circles using her arousal and the pads of his fingers to get her shaking by the time she had gotten the keys into the lock. The way she couldn’t help but widen her legs a little more for him while she pushed her tight ass into his groin to feel that cock waiting for her ... Lev was done for.

He wasn’t even getting this girl into a bed. Whatever flat surface was closest, well, it would have to do.

Gigi grabbed the knob with one hand, but her other slammed to the door when her head dropped forward. She tipped her head to the side when his mouth grazed over her cheek, daring to take a kiss from his mouth. He swallowed her next moan, hiding it from whoever might be listening in the neighboring apartments, as she came shaking like the prettiest leaf he’d ever seen.

He might have even turned her around right then and there to lift her against the outside of the apartment door, but laughter echoing from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway had him changing his mind just as fast. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones up at this late hour.

Gigi, still drowning in her orgasm, turned at the sound of the laughter, but Lev was there to whisk her worries away with a burning kiss. She spun to put her back to the door that he opened for them before they slipped inside. The war of their tongues dancing together urged the chaos of his hands exploring her body.

Or rather, getting to her body.

Gigi’s back hit the door after he kicked it closed. He couldn’t get the leather jacket down her arms fast enough, but she didn’t seem to mind his roughness. If anything, she urged him on for more, twisting into his hands and arching