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Fucking gone.

“When an exhibitionist and voyeur get together,” I pant, staring down at her as my spine begins to tingle. “It doesn’t always end in sex, but when it does, it’s fucking divine.”

I cup her cheek with my hand, gently pulling her to her feet as I do, and I give her a quick kiss before spinning her toward the mixing board.

Letting my jeans drop to my ankles, I kick Zia’s legs open as she plants her hands on the desk in front of her. “But don’t forget, word warriors, consent is key in any and all sexual acts.” She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes glassy, pupils blown the fuck out, and when she gives me a firm nod while mouthing yes, I can’t help but groan. “And once you get that clear, unmistakable green light—” I line my cock up at her entrance “—that’s when you’ll reach divinity.”

I slam into Zia on the last syllable but still briefly, because holy shit, I have never felt anything like this before.

The level of heat, how fucking wet she is, Zia’s pussy is absolutely divine, and when it spasms around me, I know it’s going to pull my possible soul right from my body.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I grab her hips, pulling mine back before slamming in again. “Fuck yes, with the right partner, the perfect partner, sex can be existential.”

“Felix…” Zia tries to whisper, but it comes out in the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, and I thrust harder because of it. “Fuck, Felix.”

Keeping one hand on her hip, the other slides up her side and around to her breast, squeezing it tightly before I twist her nipple. Zia whimpers and pushes her ass against my hips, bouncing on my cock in this position just as hard as I’m slamming into her.

This is so goddamn good.

So good I know I won’t be able to control myself. And I don’t really want to.

I let go of her tit and run my hand up her back before burying my fingers in her hair, leaning forward as I pull Zia back against me, exposing her slender neck.

My hand on her hip moves to her pussy and I start circling her clit, the podcast forgotten while I growl in her ear. “Consent, Azizia.”

“Yes. Yes, Felix, please.”

I pinch her clit as my fangs sink into her flesh, Zia’s pussy immediately clamping down on my cock. I pound into her harder, faster, deeper than before, bottoming out on each thrust. And as I pull on her vein, tugging to the rhythm of my hips, Zia screams my fucking name as her cunt gushes all over me, and I explode so deep into her body she will never get me out of her system.

“Goddamnit,” I groan as I lift my mouth and twitch out the last of my orgasm. “Zia… holy shit, baby.”

“Mmhmm,” is the only response I get, and I can’t help but smile.

She sounds satisfied and sleepy, and that has pride swelling in my chest.

“Did we just record that?”

She giggles as I lick the side of her neck and nip at her ear. “We did. And I’m not going to air it, but you better believe we’re listening to it later. Preferably when I have you completely naked in my bed while I’m balls deep inside of you.”

“You… you want to do this again?”

I turn Zia around to face me after I pull out, both of us a mess, but I need her to know this isn’t a one off or circumstantial. Not really. “I want to do this again, in multiple ways, and I figure since we’re basically running away together, you might be okay with that.”

She nods and hits me with a huge smile, pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss me. “I am.”

“Good. I was really hoping—oh shit!” I look at the clock and realize Mandy is going to be back in less than twenty minutes, the entire night already almost gone. “We have to get dressed.”

Rushing around the room, Zia and I fix our clothes, clean up, and try to make sure there aren’t any fluids anywhere. We can’t really get rid of the smell of sex on such short notice, but once Zia is outside waiting on the roof, I can only hope it gets ignored since I look to be alone.

“Hey, Felix,” Mandy says with a smile just as I notice a spot of cum on my jeans. “Did you have a good night?”

“Yep. It was great. I have to split, coffee is going, I’ll see you later.” And then I’m all but running out the back door, scrubbing at my crotch like a lunatic.

“Zia,” I whisper-shout. “Zia, baby, let’s go.”

I back up and look at the roof, searching for the silver gleam that was there the night she kidnapped me. “Zia?”

Pausing, I search the roof, looking for any sign that she’s up there and hopefully waiting to pounce, but I don’t see anything at all.