56: Lunch Break

Laird’s POV My hands quickly locked up my zipper and buttons without bothering to fasten my belt. My pants felt tight, but I endured the discomfort. Both of us hurried out of the car. With uncontrollable passion, we climbed the stairs to the third floor bit by bit, exchanging kisses and caresses along the way. This was indeed insane. Both of us seemed like idlers, choosing to have fun in the bright daylight to satisfy our desires. Upon reaching Fenella's apartment door, we became more aggressive in kissing and intertwining our lips and tongues. "Wait," Fenella said as she turned to the door to enter the apartment passcode. I stood behind Fenella and hugged her tightly. My hands slipped under her brown blazer, and I massaged her firm breasts as I nibbled on her ear. The girl moaned, and the moans disappeared from the third-floor corridor as we closed the door with a loud thud. I, who was impatient, immediately removed Fenella's blazer while our mouths still sucked on each other. Fenella