Kay grins against my mouth. “We could give the security guys a show.” He strokes his hand along the seam of my pants where my cock wants to break free.
“Not really into public sex.”
Kay nods and leans over to press twelve. The button lights up and we zoom to the top. He’s in my arms again.
“I won’t drop to my knees and suck you off right here, but I’d love to do it behind closed doors.” He bats his lashes and how the fuck can I deny him the request?
5
CASEY
Awe shit, I broke my no kissing rule. It’s been long enough, though, right? I let the man eat my ass and suck my dick. Surely it’s okay to kiss me now?
We’re kissing and stumbling out of the elevator. Kendra is going to get a kick out of this when I tell her all about it. Maybe I don’t need weekly torture sessions if I have a hot guy’s dick in my mouth. Actually, that’s a lie. Ineedmy weekly sessionsandDallas’s dick. But I won’t admit that. We barely know each other. I usually just kick him out after we come because intimacy is not on my to-do list.
As soon as we’re inside Dallas’s apartment, he slams me against the door and presses a hand to my mouth. His eyes are wild and I’m instantly on high alert. I left my damn phone in my car, though, so I can’t call for backup if something goes down. Dallas presses a finger to his lips.
“Someone’s been in my place,” Dallas whispers. He backs away from me slowly, but keeps his hand on my mouth.
I shake my head and pull him closer until my lips are against his ear. “How do you know?”
He tips his head to the table right next to us. There are papers scattered everywhere as if the wind caught it, but there wouldn’tbe any wind. Therewouldbe the air from the door opening and closing.
“Wait,” he whispers when I move slowly out into the living room. I hold up my hand. Maybe I should explain that despite looking like an adorable fae that could steal his name and soul, I’m fierce as fuck and can defend myself.
The cushions on the couch are skewed, but not off. The pillows flopped as if someone’s just too lazy to set them gently in the corners. There’s dirt caked into the carpet and I squat to see it closer. The shoe size is too big to be Dallas’s.
I hold up my pointer finger when he starts towards me. I don’t hear anything, but that doesn’t mean shit. Whoever came into his apartment could still be here and just be ridiculously quiet. I pop back to my feet and wave him back when he’s right behind me.
“Go away, I got this,” I whisper hiss. We’re in the kitchen and I grab a knife from the butcher block. But the damn blade is chipped as all fuck. I glare at him as if it offends me to find a weapon so sad. He shrugs and we continue on the quest, checking room after room until we’ve circled back to the living room.
“There’s no one here.” Dallas yanks off his ball cap and runs a hand through his hair. His pretty, thick hair.
“Do you know anyone that might want to break in? Do you have valuables someone knows of?”
Dallas shakes his head. “I don’t. Unless you mean me. I could be the valuable. Maybe whoever it is wants to kidnap me.”
I try not to snort and fail.
“What? It could happen.”
“True.” I look around the very boring living room. “You need to liven up the place.”
“Someone’s broken into my apartment and you’re telling me to liven up the place?” He glares at me as he chews on his fingernail.
“Ew, stop that.” I bat his hand from his mouth.
“Sorry.” He shoves his hand into his pocket. “What the fuck do I do?”
“Call the cops? Get a report?”
Dallas starts pacing. “No, because then I’ll be splashed all over a bunch of different sites and?—”
I stop him from pacing. “Never mind. It was a bad idea, anyway. The cops won’t do shit and then everyone’ll be all up in your business. Come back to my place.”
“Uh, what?”
I roll my eyes and drop onto the couch. “You heard me.” But to be facetious, I sign the request.
