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Fuck.

All of her ached.

“Are we going inside yet?” she gasped when his kiss trailed over her earlobe, and his pleased hum had her pussy clenching and likely soaked. His hands slipped up under her crop top, and the deep yes that came out of his mouth when he found her tits bare of any bra had her whimpering, knowing how this was going to end. With a good, hard fuck. Exactly what she wanted, too. “Inside, remember?”

She had to remind him.

Or else she was going to forget.

His hands flattened to her rib cage when another of his hard kisses landed on her mouth. Her tongue sought his, lips parting to take him in and find that taste of him, too. She adored the way he kissed her. It overwhelmed her senses in a way that made her forget about the rest of the world around them.

“Lev,” she breathed against his next, softer kiss, “Inside. Now.”

Before they caught a charge together. It was like she couldn’t control herself with him, and he didn’t even bother to try, either.

“Can’t wait to get you stripped and on your fucking back in my—”

“Could I help the two of you with something tonight?”

At the new voice, Gigi’s back slammed hard against the wall. Lev, on the other hand, chuckled at the raspy tone coming from behind him to the left. His stormy blue gaze caught hers, and he winked before murmuring low, “Building manager—sweet lady; I help her out sometimes.”

Then, louder and over his shoulder, he said, “No help needed here, Martha Mae. We were just—”

“Taking that inside, according to the young lady. So, go right along and do that, Lev. You know the hallways of this apartment building aren’t the place for extra curricular activities ... or whatever you were just promising to do to that pretty young woman.”

“Yep. Going inside right now.”

Those words squeaked from Gigi. Every single one of them.

Lev’s laughter chased her inside his apartment that she opened up after slipping out from under his arm. She hadn’t even bothered to give the woman—older, by the sound of her voice—a look before she went, either.

What would be the point? She would only get to see Gigi turn as red as a tomato. She simply saved them both the embarrassment. Or just herself.

It all worked.

• • •

“You’re not allowedto touch me in hallways anymore,” Gigi told the smirking man who helped her out of the jacket. She continued her rant, only slightly meaning it as he hung her jacket and his own on waiting hooks next to the door. “That settles it. That woman probably thinks I’m a whore or something.”

Gigi’s declaration was responded to with a hearty laugh and a hard smack to her ass—which he punctuated with a firm grab—before Lev passed by her in the entry of his apartment. It wasn’t a big place. The front door walked into a small kitchen with only a couple of feet of counter space beside an old stove. Just beyond the open concept kitchen with a small table that only toted one chair was a living room with a couch and recliner.

That’s where Lev headed.

He paid no mind to the flatscreen on the wall that flickered with whatever channel he must have left it on before leaving his place. Underneath the TV was probably the most bachelor thing about the entire apartment. A gaming system with a decent stack of games next to the console and controllers.

Lev dropped into the waiting recliner that he spun to face her, a wicked grin tugging at the edges of his sexy mouth when he said, “Who the hell cares?”

“What?”

“Who cares what someone else thinks? Fuck, I forgot how good your legs looked there for a minute.” A low grunt, pleased and deep, echoed from Lev as he tipped his head to the side, and his gaze took a slow trek down her body. “We didn’t come here to chat about the building manager.”

Like she needed a reminder.

Just his stare alone was enough to make her hot and trembling. He sealed the deal when his tongue peeked out to wet the edge of his lip. She had already had him once—she knew what came next and she wanted that.

A lot.

“You could at least pretend to apologize,” she muttered.