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“You're not from around here,” he says. Sucking in a rattled breath, his eyes don't deviate. “You look like a deer in headlights, kid. Did you come to find your big break? Hoping to cash in on a some of the money floating around?”
I'm about to answer, but Sia quickly cuts in. “No, he's not. He came for me if you must know.”
“And what makes you so special?” he asks, grunting with a laugh as if he's amused by her tone.
Her lips purse tight, about to lay into him. Resting my hand on her leg, I give it a tender squeeze. Sia looks over at me. I smile pleasantly. “How about you just drive and mind your own business,” I snap. Veering my stare, his shoulders roll forward and his hands clench tighter around the wheel. We drive in silence until he pulls up to our destination.
I hand him some cash for the ride, and Sia and I leave the taxi without saying another word. The driver, though, mutters something under his breath before pulling away.
“I know you're probably not getting the best impression of New York right now.”
“I didn't come here for anyone except you.” Gripping her hand, she gives me a more relaxed smile.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” She pulls me toward an industrial looking building. It has a brick exterior with so many windows I can't count them all. A set of dark green doors hang loosely on the hinges, and a few crumbling steps lead up to them. As we get closer, I can see broken and loose bricks on the building’s façade. Looking up the face of the building, I half expect one to fall from above and hit me on the head.
“What is this place?”
“It's my little secret.” Reaching for the door, she gives it a good pull. “This is my home away from home, I would say.”
The inside is clean, much friendlier than the exterior. The halls are lit bright, painted a periwinkle blue, the floors are dark wood, waxed to a shine I can see my reflection in. Our feet echo, rattling around staircases and up through the other levels.
Rounding a corner, she pulls a key from her pocket and opens a door. Grinning, she pushes the door open and holds out her arm for me to go in first.
Walking inside, there are paintings and drawings all over the walls. Easels with canvases that have sketches in the making, and a wall with shelves that are full of tubes of paint and brushes and sponges.
“Wow,” I say, starting to spin around. “So this is—”
Sia lunges at me, hitting me like a tractor trailer as she crushes her lips against mine. I barely catch a breath of air, but I can clearly taste the gloss on her lips, and it tastes like cherries.
Her arms are around my neck, her breathing already ragged and uneven. The tip of her tongue licks across my mouth, shattering any control I have. She's breaking me down, tearing me open, and giving me permission to expose the animal inside.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her in so her chest is pressed against mine. Her heart is slamming so hard in her chest I can feel it. Thump after thump ricochets like a trapped bird.
Running one hand up her ribs, I cup under her jaw, drawing circles over the thick vein in her neck. Her pulse is frantic, throbbing with her heartbeat. Stroking the vein, I kiss her deeper, harder, exactly how I wanted to greet her this morning.
Her cheeks redden, and I watch as the heat spreads down her neck and across her chest.
It's fucking beautiful.
Moaning into my mouth, her eyes close as her hard nipples rub my chest. Her head tilts to her shoulder as she inhales a desperate breath. Our tongues tangle and twist, she tastes so fucking good.
Sia breaks away, opening her eyes and staring up at me. I know what she wants. I can see it in the ocean of her eyes. Biting her bottom lip, she unbuttons the first few buttons on my shirt, then helps pull it over my head.
Dropping it to the floor, her eyes move to my chest as her hands explore. She runs her fingertips down my pecs and over my abs, so light I almost can't feel them.
Sliding them back up, they curl over my shoulders and stroke down my arms. Her breathing is short, quick, shallow. It's as if she hasn't taken a real breath at all. With sultry eyes, she slowly traces every muscle, following all the dips and curves with her fingertips.
All the blood rushes from head to my cock, filling it instantly and making me hard as a rock. Her nails scrape across my lower stomach, dipping a little under the seam of my pants. She moves from one side to the next and back again, causing a shiver to scale my spine.
“I've thought about this,” I say, “and I've dreamed about it too.”
“Me too.” Thumbing the button on my pants, she plucks it free as she stares at me under hooded eyes. Tugging her bottom lip into her mouth, her slender fingers grip my zipper and pull it down ever so slowly.
My hands are at my sides, fingers twitching as she lowers to her knees. Her hand disappears into my pants, wrapping my cock and pulling it out. Peering up at me, she licks the tip, circling it softly.
Groaning, I place my hand on her head, and curl my fingers into her hair. Teasing my cock with her mouth, she rubs her lips against my engorged tip, flattening her tongue and gliding it down the underside of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I utter with an exhale, squeezing her hair at the roots with force. I can't stop myself; I need to feel my dick in her mouth. Jerking my hips, I thrust forward, causing her jaw to widen and the sharp edges of her teeth to scrape me lightly.
