“Well, um…” Spit it out, Vince. I’ve got a big cock inside me, and I would like to get back to it very soon, thank you very much. “There’s been a noise complaint from Mrs. Benson, but we were unable to reach Mr. Broxton.” What the hell? Ours were the only two apartments on our floor, and we sure as hell weren’t home.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but we’re not in the apartment tonight.” Has there been a break-in? Axel’s brow furrowed, but he continued his tortuous movements, adding a sweet grind at the end of each stroke. Jeez, that feels good.

Looking up at my man, I saw that he was making his “I’m about to come” face, eyes hooded, chin tilted up, and mouth slackened. And I wasn’t far behind him. Poor Vince is about two seconds away from hearing what I sound like when I orgasm.

“Yes, I’m aware. The problem is, well, Ms. McVey has been banging on your apartment door for the past forty-five minutes.” Motherfucking Milan.

Orgasm status: officially stalled.

“Well, tell her we’re not there and to go the hell away,” I snapped. Couldn’t that bitch let us have one fucking night alone, for God’s sake? I held my hand up for Axel to stop, annoyed as hell at him by association. He’d made it a habit to enable Milan by never saying no to her, so this was partly his fault. He slowed his movements but didn’t pull out.

It sounded like Vince was trying to disguise the smile in his voice at my outburst. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve tried that, but she insists it’s a medical emergency and she needs to speak with Mr. Broxton immediately. She’s said she can hear his phone ringing inside your apartment when she calls, and she’s, um, quite angry about it.” Read: Milan is pitching a hissy fit.

I let out a long sigh, and Vincent continued timidly. “I have her number if you would like to write it down.” I wanted to tell him it was definitely not a medical emergency if you can beat on someone’s door for forty-five minutes instead of going to the hospital, but poor Vincent was already caught deeply enough in the middle of this stupid drama.

Axel frowned as I put a foot to his chest and pushed against him, motioning with my hand for him to get me a pen and paper. “Hold on just a second, Vince,” I said as Ax pulled his dick out of me so that he could grab the writing utensils from the desk. “Okay, Vincent. I’m ready.”