“Not here.”

The next bite was not so soft. Neither were her nails in the back of my neck as she held me in place. By the time either of us released the other, she was sporting quite the beauty mark. 

“I have a small studio upstairs.”

“Why? Do you take many women up there with you?” Her tone said she was offended by the thought of it, but there was a glimmer in her eyes. 

I poked her in the side, causing her to break into a fit of giggles. Fiona was ticklish. That was going to be fun. 

“No, smart mouth. I just can’t wait long enough to take you somewhere else. I need to get my hands in you now.”

“You mean on.” Her eyes were still shining at me, her body already more relaxed than when she arrived. 

Acting quickly, I roughly shoved my hand back up her skirt, forcing her legs apart. She gasped and her head fell back. My fingers didn’t stop until two were all the way in, demonstrating my meaning.

“No. I didn’t.” I answered, leaning back down to that perfect neck. 

Fiona didn’t fight me. She was beyond that point of ability already. My lips trailed a path back up, where she was eagerly waiting to kiss me. We didn’t stop this time until her body was shaking, dripping, and more relaxed than it probably had been in some time. 

“I said not here.” She groaned out, her forehead against my shoulder. 

I petted the back of her head and laughed softly. “And I told you I couldn’t wait. Do you think you can walk? Or do you need me to carry you to the elevator?”

“Hmmm. Normally I would say I could walk, but my feet are killing me. I don’t know why I wore heels today.”

I kissed her softly one more time, then signaled for her to exit the booth. As soon as I was standing next to her, I swiftly lifted her into my arms. She squeaked, either not expecting me to actually do it or because she wasn’t ready. Either way, I laughed at her. She retaliated by hitting the back of my shoulder. I, of course, got back at her by pinching her butt. This went on until we reached a far corner of the room, where I had a hidden door. 

Fiona was kind enough to reach down and twist the knob for me. I pushed the door open and then kicked it closed behind us. I did manage to put my thumb on the reader to call the elevator though. 

“Ooh, fancy.” Fiona teased me. 

I smiled and kissed her head. “You can never be too careful with security.”

“I agree completely.”

“Really?” 

She tipped her head up to look at me. “Yes. Security is something no one should ever put off or skimp on. All kinds of security are important. But there are many types that only seem safe on the outside. There is almost always a way into even the most secure areas.”

I studied her intently, trying to put the pieces together. I didn’t realize how hard I was looking at her, or for how long, until she started looking wary.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

The elevator doors slid open as I softened my look. “You are an enigma I am trying to figure out.”

She scoffed uncomfortably and rolled her eyes, probably for something to do. “Not really. I am just a boring, run-of-the-mill person. There is literally nothing interesting about me.”

I set her down in the elevator, only to pick her right back up again, her back against the wall this time. “I beg to differ. There are many, many things about you that I want to know. I find you to be a beautiful mystery. I would like to spend the night discovering each of them, but I don’t think we will be doing very much talking.”