Ryot: Well . . . fuck. I leave for an away trip tomorrow.

Myla: Then I guess after my shift, I’m just going to have to come up to your place.

Ryot: It won’t be too late?

Myla: Never.

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MYLA

“How was work?” Ryot asks me as his fingers tangle with mine while guiding me to his bedroom.

“Boring, torturous, as all I could think about was you.” That is the absolute truth because with every step I took today, I felt him between my legs. I remembered the moans erupting from his throat when I did something he liked or the feel of his teeth all over my sensitive skin.

I’ve been counting down the moments until I could see him again, feel him again, listen to his deep voice tell me how beautiful and sexy I am. And now that I’m here with him, I’m not going to let anything get in my way of taking exactly what I want.

When we reach his room, he opens the door, spins me around against the wall, and then closes the door behind us. He presses his body against mine and takes my mouth with his. Just one touch lights a spark in me, and I hop up and loop my legs around his waist, only for him to prop me against the wall, pressing his mouth to mine.

“This skirt is hot on you.” It’s short, black, and tight and now up around my waist. He glides his hand over my leg, feeling my thigh-high leggings. “And these are sexy as shit.”

“I wore them just for you,” I say as I tilt my head to the side, letting him run his tongue down my neck. When I got ready for work, I picked out my outfit specifically with him in mind. And my lingerie.

While he peppers open-mouthed kisses along my neck, I undo the buttons of my shirt and shuck it off.

He doesn’t pause as he moves his mouth to my chest and pulls on one of the bra cups, bringing my nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, Ryot,” I say as I feel his unmatched dick already hard and pressing against me. “I’ve wanted this all day. Wanted you all day.”

He pulls down the other cup of my bra and sucks in that nipple while I weave my fingers through his hair.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against my skin.

“Then eat me,” I say, which causes his head to pull back with a smirk. And then I say, “In the shower.”

That makes his smile grow even larger as he walks me through his bedroom to his bathroom where he sets me on the floor. “Get naked, now.”

I strip down while he goes over to the shower. The beautiful, black-tiled shower with a wraparound bench, rain showerhead, and what looks to be multiple jets. After turning it on, he also goes to a towel heater and sets two towels on it before turning toward me and slipping his shorts off, revealing his beautiful dick.