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I lean in close and whisper in her ear, “I know you’re ready for me to take you home. If you’ll be a good girl for the elevator ride, you’ll be rewarded with my tongue. How’s that sound?”

She draws in a breath and responds with a hum.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl for me.”

She exhales in annoyance from me teasing her out in the open, but I can’t help it.

“I’ll be a good girl onlyifyou stop teasing me.”

“Well, that isn’t going to happen,” I say in a playful tone. She grumbles to herself while crossing her arms over her chest as we wait.

I chuckle to myself and put my hands in my pockets, toying with her panties, smiling to myself because she’s about to find out how badly I want her.

The elevator dings, and she looks up at me curiously before strutting inside, her ass swaying with each step. Her curves in that dress have me biting my lip as I follow behind, standing beside her. She steals another glance over her shoulder, but this one is full of hunger and anticipation.

Once the doors shut, my lips are on hers. This kiss is rough and unrelenting as we fight for dominance, but I don’t let up. I coax her mouth open with gentle licks, desperate to taste her again. She moans and lets me in as I grip the back of her neck with my free hand.

She presses herself against me, feeling my strained dick through my pants, and I hiss in response. She stands on the tips of her toes, trying to reach me, grabbing my clothes to bring me closer. I’m certain we aren’t close enough. I need to beinsideher.

The elevator stops suddenly on the sixth floor, and the doors open. We’re caught with none other than Estelle standing there, all dolled up.

We scramble at the sight of her to resume standing side by side when she wears a look of amusement as she assesses us. “Well, don’t stop on my behalf. You two go ahead. I’ll wait for the next one.” She steps back and gives us a wave before the doors shut.

“She’s going to want to talk about this tomorrow.”

“You think?”

“I feel like I should give you something to brag about then.”

She peers up at me with an intrigued look. “For once, Iwon’targue with you.”

“I’ll be sure to enjoy it while it lasts.”

She snorts before staring at the numbers ascending on the screen, assuming she’s nervous about the possibility of another interruption from a neighbor who won’t be as understanding as Estelle is.

I place my hand on the small of her back in an attempt to soothe her, and she nestles into me. I smile at the contact as my hand travels up her back and settles on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. I lean down to press a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she sighs contentedly.

Selah is coming home with me tonight.

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back home

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | January 19, 2024

The elevator dingsas the doors slide open and instead of quickly rushing out, she waits for me. We exit hand in hand as I lead her to my door. She waits by my side shyly. I remind myself of the panties in my pocket and shake my head.

My little sunflower is far from shy.

I turn the key into the lock and glance at her as I open the door. She looks nervous and I am too. I reach out for her hand to enter together. I hear Clifford on the other end of the door, his tag jingling, and once I open it, he’s standing and wagging his tail anxiously. He perks up at the sight of me, but once he sees Selah, he charges to her.

“He loves company,” I say, shutting the door behind us.

She gives him head scratches and he loves it. I remove my shoes and enter the kitchen to settle in, asking her to do the same. I watch them interact and my heart swells. He lights up at the sight of her.

Like father, like son.

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