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When I was done with that, I went for clean clothes, but again went squirrel on myself and realized I didn’t have clean clothes. So, I started doing the laundry naked.

It was as I was finally pulling out a fresh pair of underwear, and a loose-fitting t-shirt I’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend, that I heard the knock on the door.

I frowned, thinking that it was my downstairs neighbor again.

She liked to come up to complain about the landlord, and she hadn’t done that yet this week.

So, I was expecting her, and only slipped on the t-shirt leaving my panties on the kitchen counter to put on in a moment when I went to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, like I always did.

I didn’t answer the door without knowing who it was.

I may be brave for living in these apartments, but I wasn’t dumb.

I knew just as well as anyone how stupidly easy it was to get into the building. It could literally be anyone.

When the deep voice answered, my heart started to pound.

“It’s me,” Quincy rumbled.

Heart now galloping in my chest, I ripped the door open and stared at the man who was dressed exactly as he had been earlier, only he had a stack of case files in one hand. In the other he had a… cupcake.

I melted slightly. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head slightly to the left, and his mouth tipped up at the corner. “You give me an offer like that, and you ask me what I’m doing here?”

I opened my mouth, and then closed it.

I’d been joking.

But since he was here…

I started to drop down to my knees, but he caught me with the hand holding the files and said, “Nuh-uh. You don’t hurt your knees for me.”

I backed up as he shoved forward, closed the door with caution, noticing Zilla’s tail despite the excitement running through our veins, and started backing me up toward the couch with his hand pressed against me.

The files were tossed onto the coffee table, followed shortly by the cupcake. Then he was shoving the coffee table out of the way completely before switching our positions and collapsing onto the couch.

Before I could again try to drop down to my knees between his splayed thighs, he jerked the pillow next to him off the couch, and then dropped it onto the floor.

“One, you always make sure you’re comfortable when it comes to me,” he ordered. “Two, who the fuck does that shirt belong to, and will you care if I ruin it?”

I looked down at said shirt, then looked up at him with a Cheshire grin before reaching down low and yanking the thing off my body.

“You can burn it,” I offered. “But you have to replace it.”

He eyed me, his gaze slowly going from the tips of my wet hair to the tops of my thighs, his eyes heating from within.

“You can have all of them,” he offered as he reached for my hand.

I took it, and he guided me down to my knees.

My knees hit the pillow, and I looked up at him with my lip caught between my teeth.

I’d never performed oral sex before.

Which I admitted in the next second.