...saucy sex kitten nature of her was completely new to him, and it bowled him over. But that didn't stop his body reacting to her. His hands found her hips, kneading at the skin and fabric of her skirt. "Star."
She took a little bit of skin from his jaw between her teeth, nipping lightly. "I want you," she murmured, her hands brushing up and over his rapidly expanding length, digging their way under his shirt to caress his stomach.
He groaned, suddenly rock hard. "Okay…" he managed to blurt, wondering how on Earth he was going to make it back to the Tower with his girlfriend like this. "The R-cycle is-"
"Oh no," she whispered sensually. "Right here."
He was suddenly panting. "Here?"
"Yes," she purred lightly, "right here, right now."
He swallowed, excited and nervous at the same time. "But… the police… the criminals… we can't just…"
She gave him a wicked grin, removing her hands, and walked backward into the gloom of the alleyway, her crooked finger beckoning at him. "Do you not wish to live dangerously?"
He followed her, lured by this strange wanton behavior, unable to resist and completely at her mercy.
She backed into the wall, concealed from the entrance of the alleyway by a large dumpster. Both hands placed against the wall, fingers steep...