Trix hasn’t said a word.

She stares out the car window with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are swollen and pink but she hasn’t shed a single tear since the hallway. She just looks at the city streets, her face hard and defiant, but I can almost see the thoughts swimming behind her eyes.

Does she regret going there? Or did she get exactly what she wanted?

“Turn right here,” she says, breaking the silence.

I do as she says and turn off into a parking garage, coming to a slow stop outside the gate. Trix reaches into her purse and withdraws a keycard.

“Swipe,” she says as she hands it to me.

I lower my window and run the card through the terminal outside. The gate starts rolling open. I hand the card back and she drops it into her purse.

“You can park in the visitor’s spots by the elevator.”

Park. She wants me to stay.

I think to say something, perhaps to excuse myself, but as I park in the spot by the elevators and unclip my seatbelt, I know my mind has already been made. We ride together to the fifth floor and I follow her down the hallway while she fishes for her keys.

I watch her closely as we walk in, her face still locked with the same cold expression. At least she doesn’t seem likely to burst into tears anymore but I’d still feel a little more at ease if she’d just say something.

Trix takes long strides across her living room to the windows and flicks the curtains closed.

“Trix,” I say. “Are you okay?”

She does the same to the kitchen windows and passes through the living room again to push open the double sun doors of her bedroom.

I take a single step forward to see her fling the curtains closed in there as well. “What are you doing?” I ask.

Trix peels her jacket off and tosses it over the couch. “Marcus has a nasty habit of spying on me,” she says, her words sharp. “I don’t want him watching right now.”

“Watching what?”

She kicks off her heels as she moves toward me. I can barely get another word out before she loops a hand around my tie and pulls me down to kiss me.

I betray logic again, leaning over and sliding my hands around her back when I should be pushing her away. I part my lips instead, kissing her back and pulling her body against mine.

Trix moves back, easily guiding me into her bedroom with closed eyes. “Stay with me,” she says as she loosens my tie.

She doesn’t need to ask twice. I break the kiss long enough for her to yank the tie over my head and toss it to the floor. Then I’m right back on her lips again, tasting her and relishing in the sweet feeling of her.

We tumble onto the bed and I lift her up and push her higher up toward the pillows. I remove my jacket, dropping it to the floor as she tugs at my belt.

“Top drawer,” she says, looking back at her bedside table.

I lean over to open it. There’s a bowl of condoms inside next to a hairbrush, a few books, and a vibrator. I grab a condom quickly and return to her, my lips longing to feel hers again.

My hard cock surges with blood as her legs spread and her knees hug my waist. Her skirt inches upward and I see her white panties peeking out, begging to be torn off her little body.

Trix pulls her blouse over her head and tosses it away. I admire her perfect, sun-kissed skin and her perky breast pressed tightly beneath her white bra. She starts flicking the buttons on my shirt but I take hold of her hands and lean across her to pin them over her head. I crush my mouth on hers, relishing in the warmth of her body a little longer, letting my mind stop and think about this one last time.

She pushes my pants down over my ass and wraps her hand around my cock, making me groan.

Fuck it.

I sit back on my knees, grabbing the condom and gripping her hips to draw her closer. Trix raises her hips as I hook my fingers into the elastic of her panties and pull them down to her ankles. As she opens them wide around me again, I see her swollen pink folds and her wet slit just waiting to be taken.

I tear open the foil wrapper and slide the condom over my throbbing cock head. I ease closer, hovering over her heaving chest as I guide myself along her warm entrance. She twitches beneath me, her body wracked with anticipation. I kiss her again, savoring every moment of it before sliding myself inside.

Her breath catches in her throat but it’s quickly forced out by the moan on her tongue. She wraps her legs around me, inviting me deeper and I can’t say no. I don’t want to. Every thrust brings me just a little closer to her.

She sucks on my bottom lip to hold back her moans but I can’t silence the pleasure building in me. I feel her all over, from her face and neck and breasts. Her perfect, little body rocks against mine, meeting every hard thrust. We fuck in sync with each other, moaning and groaning and digging our nails into each other like animals. She nibbles my neck. I grind against her until I feel the clench of her inner muscles and moans spill off her tongue onto mine.

I tighten, feeling my climax coming with hers. One more thrust and I let go, digging my fingertips into her hip as I hold her to steady myself.

With a swift move, she spins me around onto my back and straddles my waist. She straightens her arms and plants her palms against my chest to hold herself up.

Trix takes a deep breath and holds it.

“Well, that was bad,” she says.