His Toy

I was almost certain that Cristian knew about it, as he’d mentioned it a couple times, looking directly at me and waiting for me to fess up to him. But I sealed my lips. I wasn’t going to willingly give the key up to him. He’d have to take it back from me.

As we rode the elevator to the top floor, my date kissed my neck, his hands traveling down my body, up my inner thigh—touching me in places that I only wanted Cristian to touch me. When the doors opened, I stuck my key into the lock and walked into Cristian’s apartment.

Whatever his name was stared around with wide eyes. “This is where you live?” he asked me in a thick Italian accent.

I didn’t want him asking any more questions. I knew Cristian was probably out looking for me by now, so I nodded and pushed him to the back bedroom.

From floor to ceiling, two of the walls were complete windows, overlooking the city. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as I could. He mumbled somethi