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“Who is it?” Her voice comes wary through the door.

“It’s only me.”

A silence, then a soft scramble on the other side. The door opens a crack, and there she is in loose pajamas, hair in a sleep-mussed knot, frowning up at me. “It’s the middle of the night.”

I don’t answer her, because she is holding a baseball bat down at her side.

She follows my gaze, notices it in her own hand, and lowers it with a flush. “Sorry, nobody knocks here this late. You learn to be ready for anything.” She props the bat against the wall and opens the door the rest of the way. A grown woman answering a midnight knock with a length of wood, ready to swing it at whatever stands on the other side. Something in my chest goes hard and cold at the picture, and I file it away to deal with later.

I’m not listening to a single word of it. I’m watching her mouth. I step inside, kick the door shut behind me, and kiss her before she can say anything else, and her small gasp goes straight down my throat.

She goes rigid for one beat. Then she melts against me, both fists closing tight in my shirt. I taste a faint trace of mint on her, and she leans up into me. I get my hands under her and lift her clean off the floor.

“Milo is asleep,” she breathes against my mouth, even as her legs lock around my waist.

“Then be very quiet for me,” I tell her, and carry her down the short hall to her room.

I lay her back on the narrow bed and press down over her, catching every small sound she makes with my mouth. Her top comes off in one pull, and there’s nothing underneath it, and her full, heavy breasts spill into my hands. I groan against her lips.

Fuck, this woman undoes me without even trying.

She arches up into my palms and then catches her own lip in her teeth, holding herself silent. The restraint only makes my cock harder. I want the exact opposite. I want the whole building to hear whose name she screams. I want to hear her come apart screaming and forget the thin walls entirely.

I kiss down the line of her throat and close my mouth over one nipple, and her whole body jerks up off the mattress.

“Lev,” she strangles out, barely a whisper.

“God, I wish you could be louder,” I rasp, thinking of our constraints for the night.

She shakes her head hard and claps a hand over her own mouth. I smile against her skin in the dark. We’ll both be testing how quiet we can be before the night is through.

I strip my shirt over my head and drag her pajama bottoms down her legs, then spread her thighs wide and settle between them. She’s already soaked, dripping slick against me, and my cock throbs hard at the feel of it.

I circle her swollen clit slow with my thumb, push one thick finger inside her, and her hips buck up off the bed while she smothers her cry into her wrist.

“So fucking wet and perfect,” I breathe. “Look at you.”

I add a second finger and curl them deep until she’s shaking and clenching under me, fighting with everything she has not to make a sound. I push deeper, faster.

“Are you going to come just from this?” I ask, and she nods frantically, glassy-eyed. So I draw my fingers out of her. “Not yet, solnyshko.”

Her eyes fly open, furious and drunk with need, and I hold them while I strip off the rest and take my cock in hand, stroking slow just to watch what it does to her face.

“Do you want it?” I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head. She nods and strains up toward me. “Good, then you’re going to show me how quiet you can be for me.”

I drag the head of my cock through her dripping wetness and push in just the tip, and her tightness nearly ends me on the spot.

She hooks her legs around me and pulls, greedy and desperate for more. “Please, I need you closer.”

I sink in slow, testing how much of my control is left, and then I stop with my forehead dropped to hers, breathing through the urge to finish at once.

“Relax for me,” I murmur.

“I’m trying,” she whispers back.

I kiss her deep to pull her attention off it, then I drive my cock the rest of the way home, and she cries out into my mouth. I swallow the sound whole and start to fuck her, long and deep, as her nails rake down my back.

The old bed creaks under us, and she freezes.