I shouldn’t have watched her strip. The cameras in the private rooms were only turned on remotely through an app controlled by the person who owned that room. I sat in my car in the alley and told myself I was just watching to see if she’d go through with it, but then it turned into something more.

Watching her fret and flitter back and forth trying to please me made me rock hard before I even made it to the room. As I climbed the stairs, my cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants. And when I walked in and saw her there with her glasses perched on her nose, hands clasped in front of her, ready for me. Ready to please me, I nearly lost it again. I worked hard to keep myself under control.

The whole way to my apartment I kept trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. Why did I take her out of the club? It was the perfect place to fuck her and forget her, and tell her I wasn’t going to play her little game, but I didn’t want to do it there. I couldn’t do it there, especially after she made me come in under a minute with that delectably dirty mouth of hers. I didn’t know if I was more impressed or embarrassed at what she’d done.

And she didn’t even seem to know how she’d done it. I could tell she wasn’t the most experienced, but something about the way she was looking up at me and the enthusiasm of her giving me head set me off like never before. She sucked my dick like she wanted to, like she couldn’t wait to get in another lick, not like someone who only did it because I wanted it. I usually didn’t care what a woman wanted in bed, but I knew I needed to take my time with her. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to ignite whatever little fire she had going inside her, and discover all the dirty thoughts running through her mind.

Every time I looked over at her, it was like she was planning something new. Something else she’d like to try and somehow, she’d decided I was the man to be her teacher. I was okay with that. More than okay with it. I just had to make sure that she didn’t get in the way of the plans I had. I wasn’t going to let her derail me. I wasn’t going to fall into the trap she was trying to lay and knowing it was set was the first step in not falling prey to it.

When we pulled into the parking garage of my apartment, she glanced over at me, the questions remaining in her eyes. I opened the door for her. I guided her with my hand on the small of her back, sliding it under her coat and rubbing circles on her skin, as we got into the elevator. Her heated stare made me hard. It seemed to be a chronic condition whenever she was around. When the elevator doors opened and we got off on my floor, she almost looked disappointed. It took everything in me not to push her back in and give her everything she wanted, and more.

“What’s the matter? Were you hoping for something a bit more adventurous?” I said, opening the door to my apartment. She stepped inside, peeking around cautiously. As I closed the door, she jumped. Apparently, her skittishness wasn’t completely gone and I smiled. Tonight, she was all mine and we were going to play. She turned around as I stalked toward her. “Don’t worry, nothing in here bites, except me.”

The drive to the apartment was torture. I couldn’t stop my thoughts about what he had in store for me. I was almost disappointed when he hadn’t pushed the stop button on the elevator and taken me there. It seemed that my mind was primed and ready to go for whatever he wanted to dish out. But the minute the door shut behind me, I jumped and the old feelings of nervousness were back in full force.

I chewed on my lip and tucked my hair behind my ear. The apartment was exactly what I would have expected for Killian. Impersonal, impeccable, and masculine. There were deep, rich colors in everything from the paint on the walls to the pillows on the couch. Navy, moss, and cream ran throughout the room. I figured someone else designed it all. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would head to a furniture store to pick out the perfect moss bowl for his entry way table.

Everything in the room worked to frame the expansive windows that stretched the length of the space. Where the windows in my apartment overlooked the bodega across the street and the other apartments across the street, his view was breathtaking. The city lights twinkled and danced like lights on a Christmas tree.

He dropped his keys into the moss bowl and stalked toward me. I took a step back, retreating with each of his advances until my back hit against the heavy wooden bookcase against the wall. My eyes darted back and forth as he got closer until he was all I could see. His face, his chest. And then he was pressed against me, his lips turned up at one side.

“What happened to the bold little vixen who couldn’t wait to blow me back at Ace’s?” he asked, running his finger along my cheek. Tingling sensations radiated throughout my body from his touch and I drew in a choppy breath. Nervous about what he had in store for me, now that my boldness ebbed away. “Maybe I’ll have to help you find her.”

He slid his hand under my skirt and palmed my ass, squeezing it, before sliding his hand down my thigh and hooking it along the back of his leg. I hitched it higher and tightened it, bringing him harder against me. I hadn’t bothered putting my panties back on. My naked pussy rubbed against his crotch. The bulge of his cock rubbed against me, making me tighten my leg even more and lift the other off the ground. I was suspended between the bookcase and his body. I knew he had me. He’d caught me. He brought his other hand up to my ass and massaged both my cheeks, grinding himself against me.

“There she is,” he chuckled as I swiveled my hips to get more contact, more pressure, more of him. He nipped my neck, before lathing it with his tongue, and pushed me harder against the bookcase. It shook and some of the things on the shelves fell over. My breathing sped up and he kept grinding. Each thrust made my legs tremble.

I moaned, burying my head in his neck. He wasn’t even inside me yet and I was losing it. I was going to come and as abruptly as it started, it stopped. He pulled back, taking me with him, and carried me through the apartment.

I locked my legs around his back as we flew through the apartment, passing closed door after closed door before we came to the bedroom. His bedroom. He threw me down on the bed. I bounced and shucked myself out of my skirt and reached down between my legs and help relieve some of the pressure that built up. The edge he kept me on felt so good, but I needed to come. And maybe I knew that this would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull, if he saw me trying to take care of things myself. A challenge to him.

He ripped his clothes off in record speed, before standing between my legs and giving my hand a smack. “Did I say you could touch yourself? That’s for me,” he growled. I snatched my hand back.

The bed dipped as he knelt between my legs, his hands running up and down them, tickling me as he massaged and kneaded them. His thick cock rubbed against my naked pussy, my juices coating him. That contact brought a moment of clarity to my mind.

“Condom. Do you have any?” I said, in between a moan as he tapped his cock against my clit. How could I have forgotten?

He reached up overhead, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out a strip of condoms, laying them on the bed beside me.

“Think you can make it through that many?” I said, ready to see how far he could go. How high he could take me.

“I don’t know if you’re ready for everything I’m about to do to you, sweetheart,” he said, unwrapping one and sliding it on. My response died in my throat as he pushed himself into me in one long thrust.

“So good,” he said, as his stomach rested against my clit. I clawed at the sheets with how full I felt, so impossibly full that I cried out and started panting. His thrusts were long and hard, each one drawing a cry from me that turned into moans. As my moans got louder his thrusts got harder and faster until he was hammering into me so hard I had to hold onto him.

My nails dug into his back and he cried out. My pussy throbbed and tightened as I screamed his name, locking my legs around his waist. He kept going, drawing my orgasm out long and longer until he finally came. Expanding even thicker inside of me, triggering another mini-orgasm.

He dropped down on top of me, bracing his arms on either side of my head, and our eyes locked. I stared into his eyes, and brought my hand to his jaw, rubbing against the stubble there. He seemed frozen, almost in a trance, and I slid my hand to the back of his head, drawing him closer to me. Closer to my lips. He let me pull him down until our lips met. Soft and hard, easy and demanding. He took over the kiss, his hand on the side of my head, back in my hair.

Each drag of his lips against mine, every breath shared between us as he delved deeper into my mouth made me forget more of myself. Our tongues danced together like our bodies had, only a few minutes ago, but this was different. This was hungry in a way the sex hadn’t been. It was almost needy, like he hadn’t been kissed in a long time. Like he wanted this just as much as I did. Like it wasn’t a game we were playing. And then it was over.

He broke the connection and hopped from the bed, disposing of the condom and staring back at me like I had two heads.

“You can ask your questions now,” he said, standing in front of me in all his naked glory, but that wall was back now. Like a window slammed shut in my face. Whatever I’d seen before had been pushed aside. Game back on.