A devious little grin took over her beautiful face. “Oh, yeah? And why is that? What else would we be doing all night? Sleeping? I really could use a nap.”

She still held that purse strap tight in her hand, but at least it wasn’t covering her chest anymore. I paved a path of kisses down the unbuttoned part of her shirt while I pressed into her down below. The whimper wasn’t so quiet anymore. Her free hand moved to the back of my head, gripping my hair, and pushing my head down further. 

“Shirt,” I mumbled against her, not wanting to leave the smooth skin. 

Fiona’s purse hit the floor as she frantically began unbuttoning her shirt further. And like the good little girl she was, she pushed the top of her undershirt down on one side, so the only thing covering her was her bra. That wasn’t a problem, I slid my tongue inside it. She pressed her head against the wall, trying to push her entire body closer to me. 

I felt air hit more parts of my body as she took the initiative to relieve me of my own clothes. I laughed as she reached down and moved her own underwear for me. It was all the permission I needed. We both moaned loudly once I was in. 

The echoes in that elevator only added to our intense need over the next few minutes. It was only after we finally started slowing down, our insatiable hunger for one another temporarily satiated, and just about all of our clothes on the floor now, that we noticed the elevator had stopped. The doors were closed, probably having already timed out after opening. 

Regretfully, I disconnected our bodies. My only comfort was knowing I would be back in my new heaven shortly. 

“Do you need me to carry you again?” I gave her a sarcastic smile.

She gave me a sickeningly sweet one back. “No, thank you. But I will take off these nightmare shoes first.”

I laughed and bent down to take them off for her. Once they were off, I looked up in time to see her blush in full swing. I was beginning to get the feeling that it wasn’t often that someone looked out for her. I could at least spend the night doing that. 

Starting now. 

Since I was already on my knees, and her left leg was still in my hand from when I lifted it to take her shoe off, I kissed her inner thigh. She shivered and fell against the wall for support. I made my way up, slowly placing her leg over my shoulder. It wasn’t long before she had a handful of my hair again, and her echoes filled the elevator. The flavor of both our fluids on her body was the best thing I had ever tasted. I greedily cleaned up every last drop of it on her. 

Eventually, I carried her out of the elevator and directly into the small studio apartment. I didn’t put her down until she was laying on her back on my spare bed. I practically ripped that skirt off her, followed by any remaining articles of clothing on either of us. Then I spent the next hour getting to know her body inside and out. 

We both passed out after that.

I woke up sometime later to someone shaking my shoulder. I blinked my eyes open, a bit confused at the woman sleeping soundly on my left arm, her back against my chest. It didn’t take long for my mind, and body, to catch up. 

My shoulder shook again, and I looked up into the amused eyes of my best friend. I raised my finger, asking for a minute. He nodded and stepped away. Very carefully, I slid my arm out from under her, chuckling softly at the pout on Fiona’s beautifully swollen lips. I fixed the blanket over her, keeping her warm, and then grabbed my boxers. 

“What’s up? Everything alright downstairs?” I whispered, not wanting to wake her up.

Keith followed my lead. “It’s fine. Bunny said some cop showed up and then you disappeared. Kent thought he saw you head for the elevator with a woman, so I thought I would check up here first. What happened?”

I scratched my jaw as I looked back at the sleeping angel in my bed. Although, I was beginning to think that angel thing didn’t go all the way down deep in her. It felt more like a front for something else. 

“She’s not a cop, just a frustrated sister who has to keep bailing out her pathetic older brother.”

“What?” His brows creased, obviously not following me.

“She’s Randy’s younger sister. She didn’t trust him to give me the money and not gamble it away, so she came to find me herself.”

“Then how did she end up in your bed?”

I shrugged. “She’s hot and I couldn’t resist. I also may have fibbed and moved the timeline for the interest up by a few hours.”

He tskd sarcastically. “You paid her.”