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Some would have rubbed their nipples.

Not Sydney.

Her innocence was one of the things I liked most about her.

I pulled my fingers away and reached past her body, opening her door. “After you.”

She climbed out, and I turned off the engine, locking the car behind me as I joined her on the sidewalk. My hand instantly went to her lower back, and I followed her through the front entrance and into the elevator. While we rose to her floor, I couldn’t stop myself.

I needed a taste even if it was going to be a quick one.

I backed her up against the wall and surrounded her face with my grip, my lips pressing to hers. My tongue parted her mouth, moving in with urgency, and I didn’t pull away until I heard the chime of the elevator, signaling we had arrived at her floor.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming out in pants.

“God, Sydney, you’re so fucking sweet.”

As my words resonated, more redness moved across her flesh, adding to the crimson that had already been there.

But what was new was