"I'm gonna ask for your help again, Helen," I rasped against her lips, nipping the bottom one.
"Anytime, sir," she whispered breathless, eyes dark and promising, taking out her phone with shaky fingers.
We exchanged numbers quick—thumbs brushing, lingering a second too long.
One last kiss—deeper, hungrier—before she finally pulled away, hips swaying hypnotic as she walked down the hall, that satisfied, freshly-fucked glow all over her.
As she disappeared around the corner, Tiffany's door was cracked open. She stepped out just in time to catch Helen walking away—didn't see the kiss, just the sexy maintenance MILF heading to the elevator, looking a little too satisfied for a simple job.
"Hey, Alex," Tiffany called, voice teasing, leaning against her doorframe. "Where have you been? I was looking for you yesterday."
"Hey, Tiffany," I said, closing my door behind me and walking over casual. "Wasn't home—had some stuff to handle."
