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“It’s a safe building.” She rolls her eyes.

“Apparently not too safe,” I huff while tapping the paper in her hand.

“Besides.” She pushes open the door and immediately grabs the double-barreled shotgun leaning against the wall in the entry. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

“So, this isn’t the first one?”

“No. It’s not.”

“How long?” I ask, suddenly terrified for her safety. Safety she is taking very nonchalantly.

“Three days.”

How is she still so fucking calm about this?

“Have you told Mr. Marcano? Mr. Ramirez?”

“No. I haven’t.” She hangs her coat and pulls off each of her heels as though this is just another day of returning home after work. “Because, again, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“That might be so, but if someone is threatening your life that affects more than just you.”

“Are you here to tell me how to live my life? Or are you here to fuck me? Because I definitely invited you over for your cock, sugar.”

“Sofia…” I exhale, knowing that there is no winning this battle. “Can we compromise? Will you tell them tomorrow?”

Surprising me, she cocks an eyebrow to consider my offer. “A compromise? If you let me do whatever I want to you this evening, I will tell them first thing tomorrow.”

“Deal,” I nearly shout in response to her question.

Did I just win this argument?

“Deal,” she repeats before turning on her heel and walking further into the apartment. She’s disappeared down a hallway, but her voice carries through the apartment. “Strip. I want you naked and ready when I return.”

I totally just won this argument.

Taking off my shoes, I undo my pants. While I struggle to kick them off my feet, I hastily work to undo the buttons of my shirt. Freeing myself from it, I drop it to the floor and throw my discarded items into the corner. Looking down, I realize I forgot my dress socks. Taking turns hopping on one foot, I pull them each off and toss them with the other items just as Sofia is returning.

She turns the corner, and I nearly come from the sight of her. Her feet are adorned with a new pair of black stilettos, accentuating her long, lean legs. My eyes travel up her body to the strappy, crotchless bodysuit barely covering her body. Walking toward me with purpose, her hands swing at her sides. As she comes closer, I realize what she is carrying—a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

Fucking ass stuff?

I definitely won this fucking argument.

“Your face tells me you’re excited for a little ass play, sugar.”

“You have no idea,” I mutter the words under my breath, trying to play it cool.

“Your eagerness will make this easier on you. Now bend over and rest your hands on the wall.”

“Bend over?”

“It’ll make it easier to slip the plug into, what I’m assuming is, your virgin ass.”

“You want to put what? Where?” My ass cheeks involuntarily clench together as the words spew from my mouth.

“You agreed to do whatever I wanted.” She steps closer, and she applies a generous amount of lube to the black silicone toy in her hand. She cocks her head to side, and her tone oozes condescension, “I want to fuck your ass. This is a compromise.”

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