Britta never made it to my place, and now I’m outside her apartment.

I didn’t care for the ring, in the sense of getting it back. I knew Britta would look after it. What I did need, however, were the keys to my office. In her haste of leaving my apartment last night, she packed my set of building keys. And now I was here to retrieve them.

As I went to knock, the door was pulled open. Slate was on the other side shrugging on his jacket and hopefully preparing to leave.

“Hey, man,” he greeted with a smile. “Britta just passed out on the couch.”

I look past him to see her snuggled up in front of the TV. “You here for your ring.”

“More so for my keys,” I half lied. He didn’t need to know the other reason why I was here.

“Cool. I’ll leave you to lock up? I gotta go see...” he hesitated before continuing, and it struck me as odd. “Yep, you can lock up for me. Catch you later, bro.”

I stared at him as he walked down the hall. It seemed we both had secrets to keep.

“Later,” I said almost to myself before I turned my attention back to Britta. She didn’t stir when I walked in, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat of a creeper. Spotting my keys on the bench, I pocketed them and then walked to where she was sleeping. She had a slight snore, and it was cute as fuck.

“Britta,” I called gently, but she didn’t stir. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, I turned the TV off and then hooked my arms under her body and started carrying her into her bedroom. She moaned, her weary eyes opening. She dropped her head against my chest, and I smiled.

“What’s happening?” she mumbled.

“Your neck was at an awful angle on the sofa.”

“Mmm,” she moaned again. “Where’s Slate?” I lowered Britta onto her bed, but it seemed she was waking.

“He just left. Just you and me, baby.”

“Your ring.” She moved with haste, but I stopped her from pulling it off. With a finger under her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her lips. She welcomed it and reciprocated, and what started off as gentle soon turned passionate.

Lips like hers need to be kissed.

They need to be fucked.

They begged for it.

Our tongues started a dance as my hand reached under her loose summer dress. My hands wandered up her thigh, skin so soft, and up to her breasts. Britta didn’t stop me. In fact, she inched closer, demanding I touch her.

“I just need a taste,” I whispered, pulling back and pushing her flat on the bed. “Just a taste.” It was a lie, we both knew it. A taste was never going to be enough. Pushing the straps of the dress over her shoulders, I freed her tits giving them the recognition they deserved. They were plump, perfectly shaped and beautiful. My hand wandered back down underneath her dress to find her lacy panties. She was wet, her hips thrusting up to meet my hand, demanding my fingers rub her clit to the point of orgasm.

I stood up, pushing my hand away. Britta’s eyes followed, her chest rising and falling heavily.

“Where are you going?” she asked, almost stricken.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, ready to leave. Despite how I felt earlier, I didn’t want to fuck her right now. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but the last thing I wanted was for Britta to feel like I was using her for sex.

I cared for her as a person, as someone I’d known for years and loved.

And I cared about her as an employee. She was too fucking valuable to lose over any shitty misunderstanding.

“Goodnight, Britta.”

“Whoa!” she lunged forward, gripped my arm and spun me around to face her. There was a glimmer of something shining in those beautiful blues of hers. Mischief, maybe. “You’re not going anywhere.” She laughed.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so. My vibrator doesn’t nearly compare to what you can give me.”

I laughed at her assessment, and in response, she practically climbed me like a cat to a tree. Her soft lips locked to mine and it was deep and passionate. I felt Britta’s hand work my belt and then unzip my pants. It all fell to the ground, and I kicked it aside.

With a wicked gleam in her mischievous eyes, she lowered herself, so she was level with my groin. Hooking her thumbs in my underwear, she pulled them down releasing my hard cock. It sprung free eagerly, and Britta moistened her lips in preparation. Opening her mouth wide, she slid her lips over my throbbing length. She sucked, licked, and used her teeth to gently graze. It was an exhilarating feeling, my head falling back enjoying the sensations.

I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair, holding her pretty mouth in place. It felt too fucking good. The best I’d ever had, and as my cock threatened to explode in her mouth, I pulled myself free. She was panting, looking up at me with her wide eyes.

“You’re too fucking good at that,” I growled.

She smiled, gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. Again, she crawled her way up my body, lowering hers on top. Lifting her dress over her head, she sat on me completely naked and confident. She was like a goddess, and I had no idea why fuckface Roman would ever look elsewhere. She lifted herself slightly, her hand guiding my cock to her pussy. Britta’s long dark hair fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts allowing little peeps of her nipples to show through whenever she moved.

“Is this you taking control?” I asked.

She smiled wickedly. “You bring out the wild side in me.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, waiting for her to slide my cock in. “I love your wild side, but I love control. Now put my cock in your pussy and let’s fuck.”

“Always in such a hurry, Mr. Carnage.”

Raising herself some more, she slid the tip of my cock into her pussy and moaned. Keen to be inside her, I took over, thrusting until I filled her completely. Britta cried out, falling on top as she took a moment to get used to me. She must still be sensitive from the night before.

“Jesus,” she moaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Too much?”

She shook her head, hair tickling my chest. “No! Don’t stop. I love it.”

The woman said so herself.

Gripping her slender waist, I moved her up and down, so she slid over my cock. She was already panting and whimpering in my ear, nails piercing my chest.

It felt so natural to be inside Britta. And in all honesty, it was the best fucking sex I’d ever had. Why the fuck did I wait so long to do this?

Britta came hard and fast, pumping my cock to her own rhythm. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she collapsed on top with my cock still inside her. I didn’t want to move her, I could easily have fallen asleep like this.

After ten minutes she stirred, my fingers gently grazing her arm while she slept.

“I’m sorry,” she said, concerned about falling asleep before I finished.

“Don’t be,” I reassured. “You were tired to begin with. And, plus... that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Britta rolled to my side, her arm propping her head. She studied me, and I studied her. It was a comfortable silence but so much was being said.

“Slate doesn’t know?” I asked eventually.

She shook her head. “No, he didn’t even put it together. In fact, I don’t even know if he noticed what I was wearing when I came home. He will piece it together soon though, he just had something else on his mind today.” She pulled the sheet up, tucking it around her breasts.

“He was going to meet a girl, or at least someone he doesn’t want me knowing about. Has he spoken about any women?”

“No, but he’ll tell me if it’s anything serious.”

Slate told Britta everything, so it was only a matter of time.

I pulled her in close, and we both started to drift off to sleep, fatigued by the last twenty-four hours. I was in and out of consciousness when I felt two small, soft hands shoving at my chest, and a beautiful voice hissing my name.

I woke to a frantic Britta throwing her dress over her head while trying to urgently rouse me.

“For God’s sake,” she hissed again, gaze flicking to the door and back to me. “Hawk, wake the fuck up!”

I sit up, humored by her behavior. “What on earth is wrong—”

“Shhh!” Britta waved her hands at me to hush. “He’ll hear you.”

My brows furrowed in question. “Who will hear—”

“Brit,” I heard Slate’s voice call from the living room.

“Fuck,” I mouthed, jumping out of bed.

“Fuck indeed,” Britta agreed, throwing my clothes at me. “Take them... you don’t have time to get dressed.”

“So you’re kicking me out on the street naked?”

“No,” she whispered loud enough for China to hear. “Get in there.” Britta pointed to the closet. 

To her fucking closet.

She pushed me forward as the voice outside became louder and then closed the door in my face.

That was not how I saw the afternoon unfolding. I listened to them speaking and cupped my cock between my hands in case the door suddenly swung open. There was not enough room to get dressed, so I stood naked, like a pervert peering through the white wooden louvers. Slate was reprimanding Britta for not answering her phone and wasting his time having to pay another visit. Taking him by the arm, she urged him down the hall. I took a step back and something sharp and hard slid between my ass crack. I jumped from the violation and knocked into something on the right. Balanced shoe boxes toppled to the ground. I froze, listening for footsteps but didn’t hear any.

Ten minutes passed before Britta returned, telling me the coast was clear.

She flung the door open and assessed the naked man standing in her closet. “I’m tempted to keep you as my prisoner.”

“You would,” I scoffed, stepping out. “You’ve even got your torture instruments prepared.”

She frowned in confusion, the smile she was wearing soon turned to a burst of laughter when she spotted the object in my hand.

“What did you do to my unicorn?”

“What did I do to the unicorn? More like what did the unicorn do to me?”

“What happened?” She bit her lip to stop the laughter.

Holding the unicorn at eye level, her gaze focused on the long, pointy, plastic horn. “This unicorn you love so much tried to penetrate my ass.”

She lost it. So much so, she fell onto the bed laughing, clutching her ribs.

“You think it’s funny, huh?”

This just made Britta laugh harder. It was infectious listening to her, and if I were to be honest, it had been forever since I’d last heard it.

I wanted to make it happen more often... without the violating unicorn.

When she finally sobered, she looked up at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Urghh,” she exhaled in exhaustion. “He heard you. Well, I’m pretty sure he did anyway but chose to ignore it.” She crossed her legs and watched me get dressed. “I feel kinda bad actually. He wanted to tell me something, but all I kept on thinking about was not getting caught. When what I should have worried about was you getting frisky with my pink unicorn.” Britta howled with laughter once again.

“Ha ha, real fucking funny,” I said, trying to reprimand but failing miserably. “Be careful,” I continued, “I know just how to turn that laughter into screams.”

Britta’s lips pursed together and she moaned, eyes hooded. “That sounds very tempting, but I have to go.”

“Right now?”

“Family lunch. Honestly, I have to go.” She looked at the time. “It was meant to be dinner, but Ricky has to work.”

“Well, I’ll kiss you instead, then I’ll fuck you later.” My lips touched hers, and she responded enthusiastically. Any more enthusiasm and I’d be between her legs once more.

When Britta pulled away, she carefully pulled the ring off her finger and handed it back to me. “It’s so beautiful,” she said gently. “Whoever this goes to is a very lucky lady.”