The midnight blue lace overlay skirt swayed as I took each step that led down into the speakeasy club. Zaire had stayed to man the door. Just as well, I didn't need him for what I had planned. A tug in my stomach stopped me in my tracks and I released a harsh breath, shaking my hands out at my side. Seriously, what was I doing? He was at work.

When I reached the bottom step, I glanced up the stairs and back to the closed double doors in front of me. No one in sight. As fast as I could, I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my underwear, slipped them down my legs, and hid them in my clutch purse. I straightened my skirt, making sure my bum wasn't on show when the door opened. Barely able to breathe, I gave a tight smile to the man holding it open for me and brushed past him with a weak "thank you".

Lights dimmed everywhere but at the bar where Matt stood, his eyes already trailing up my bare legs; my beacon in the darkness.

Fuck, each time I saw him, he just got hotter. The buttons on his black shirt begged to be yanked off and his skin to be licked.

I strolled to the side of the counter with a flip hatch and waited for him to finish serving a round of drinks.

"My day just keeps getting better and better." Matt's lips spread into a knee-weakening smile and he lifted the hatch to place a chaste kiss to the corner of my mouth.

"Why's that?" My fingers automatically slid between the gap between his buttons and I smoothed over the fraction of skin they had access to.

"Well, I passed that test on my course."

"Oh, Matt! That's great news." I threw myself into his arms and squeezed him to me. I bet he could feel the pounding of my heart when I was this close.

After a brief hug, he nudged me away and scanned the room. Disappointment sagged through me. I had built this moment up in my head only to be knocked back.

"And now you're here." He looked down and saw my smile slip. "Sorry. My boss is around here somewhere. Doesn't like us touching the customers." He ran his thumb under my chin, tilting my head up, and winked. He peered over my shoulder for a second time.

Maybe I should ditch my plan if he was already on edge.

"Shit, I forgot. Sorry."

"That's what my breaks are for though." Matt traced the plunging lace neckline of my dress and rested his hand on my hip.

My nerves intensified, but the mischievous glint in his eyes pushed me forward. I leant into him and confided in his ear, "Good because I have something for you." I opened my clutch purse, discreetly balled my black thong into my fist, and slipped them into the pocket of his trousers.

Matt caught my wrist and tugged me closer. "Was that your g-string?"

I nodded. "Yep, I don't have any underwear on." And with that, I drifted out of his grip and onto the dancefloor. I felt daring and seductive as I swayed my hips, knowing his gaze was glued to my every move. The beat picked up as I reached the middle of the crowd and shedding any remainder of insecurities, I closed my eyes to lose myself in the music.

Warm hands ran down the length of my arms and wrapped themselves around my waist. My entire body simmered and my insides clenched when Matt blew into my ear and murmured in that deep rumble I loved, "Taking that break now."

He tugged back, causing me to stumble, and marched us off to the backroom, his arm firmly secured around my middle. Or at least that was where I thought we were heading. Instead of the staff room, Matt pulled me into a smaller office space, filled with sealed moving boxes and discarded old furniture.

"No one will come in here but just in case–" he said, staring down at me, his back pressed against the door as he locked it, muffling out any music.

I backed up against a dusty, antique desk and placed my hands flat on the surface behind me. My chest heaved as my breathing grew heavier. Matt hadn't moved since he shut the door or spoke another word, and that paired with the way he was looking at me, made my excitement and nerves triple.

If he didn't join me on the desk, I would have to throw myself at him. I set my hand above my knee and slowly trailed my fingers up my leg and toyed with the hem of my dress, inching it higher and higher. I wanted the touch of his hands, his tongue, any part of him to consume me.

His eyes followed my movements, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Please, Matt. I need you," I moaned when he still made no attempt to take the lead.

"Shit." Was all he whispered before his hands were in my hair and his mouth claimed mine.

Matt yanked the thin strap of my dress down and kneaded my exposed breast with a fervour that drew a new found enthusiasm from deep inside me. Crazed with lust, my tongue roamed every corner of his mouth. I couldn't get enough of him.

Buttons flew off his shirt and pinged across the floor, the fabric thrown towards the door. His trousers were next and soon he was completely naked while my dress hung around my waist. What a sight! His thick cock throbbing and begging for my touch.

"Your tits are perfect," he mumbled, dragging his teeth against my nipples until they pebbled.

I tugged his hair back and bit down on his lip. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough to sting. "I've missed this."

"It's only been a week." He rolled my dress higher and skimmed the back of his hand over my parted thighs. "But I missed you."

His words ignited a fire in my lower belly, a fire his touch couldn't compete with even if it's what I yearned for.

He helped me off the desk and spun me around to lean over it. My bare breasts pressed against the cool wooden top. Nudging my legs apart with one hand, he dipped his finger inside my slit and added a second one shortly after, stroking relentlessly and deep. I arched my back into the sweet ache when he buried his other hand into my hair and pulled.

His mouth went to my neck and trailed kisses and delicate bites down my spine until he reached my arse cheeks. He took a larger, rougher bite and delivered a swift smack to the area he had just marked with his teeth. A low, raspy moan escaped my throat and flew past my lips on impact. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white, and hid my face into its surface.

"Don't hide that gorgeous face. I love seeing you like this."

And I loved everything he did to me. This man knew exactly what I needed and when. I needed to be held. I needed to be desired. I needed to feel.

Matt removed his fingers from inside me and slid both his hands up my sides and under my breasts, lifting me up slightly. He bent over me, his erection pressed between my cheeks, and kissed me.

Matt's kisses weren't gentle. He devoured me, his tongue hot and hard, pushing deeper inside. The taste of whiskey and craving overwhelmed my senses.

"Come home with me tonight," he mumbled against my lips. He traced a trail down to my clit and teased everywhere but where I needed him most.

A stretched "yes" tumbled out when he pinched my throbbing bud and rolled it between expert fingers.

The tip of his cock pushed past my slick folds and I lost all the air in my lungs. More. I wanted more of him as he went deeper. He dragged out his thrusts until they gradually grew faster, his thumb working over my sweet spot.

Pressure pooled in my core, hot white flashes shot across my eyes as convulsions took over and catapulted me into divine ecstasy. A primal moan tore through me, one I didn't recognise as my own.

Matt dug his nails into my hips, pumping harder, desperation coursing between us. His feral groan vibrated against the bare skin on my back as he came, long and heated.

I twisted in his arms, his honeyed gaze fixed on me as I laid, panting, against his chiselled chest. "Fucking amazing day." His lips were on mine once more, this time soft and sluggish as if he was cherishing our kiss.

"Oi, fucker. Get out of my best friend now. Boss is coming down," Zaire's voice broke through our post-coital buzz along with the banging of his fist against the door.

Matt and I burst out laughing between kisses and he moved to get dressed. His hair hung over his forehead in a sweaty mess, but that only added to his sexiness. He pulled on his boxer briefs, followed by his trousers while I couldn't look away, my dress still bunched up around my waist.

Once the straps of my dress were back in place and my skirt was straightened, I held a hand out and gave him a come hither motion. "I'll have my thong back now."

"Nah-huh, they're mine." He wandered over again for more kisses and slipped his shirt on. His ripped, gapping shirt.

"Your shirt. You can't go back to work like that."

He glanced down and shrugged. "Have a spare in my locker. Come on." He clasped the black fabric closed at the front and intertwined our fingers with his free hand. "Was that a yes to coming home with me?"

I nodded. "Love to. But on one condition."

"Anything."

"Matt, will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"

"Fuck yeah." He punched the air and laughed. "See. Just keeps getting better and better."

Mine too, Matt. Every day with you was a better one.

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