24

She knew it would be awkward. Friends getting divorced always was, but, now, she had to sell his apartment – their apartment.

She checked her hair and makeup in the lift on the way up, trying to remain professional. The doors opened and he was standing there, still in his suit straight from work. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, but lingered a little bit too long. She blushed, and he led her through the door.

Gentle music played, and she could smell the scented candles that gently lit the kitchen area. He handed her a glass of wine without asking, and she gulped a few times – Dutch Courage, she decided.

But the drink always made her reckless, and he knew that. He poured her another glass and showed her through every room. She knew he would leave the bedroom until last.

He opened the door for her, then closed it behind her. She never had been able to resist him, she thought as he removed first her jacket, then her skirt, and finally her blouse, leaving her in her bra, knickers, stockings and heels. He crouched before her, fully dressed, and removed her lacy briefs. He pushed her back against the door and proceeded to devour her with his tongue, in and out, licking and sucking until she gripped his hair and shook powerfully, crying out as she came.

He stood and removed his belt, grinning devilishly…