Birdy (Upper Echelon Duet Book 1)

heard him, but nod all the same as he turns back toward me. “Sounds like a plan. Thanks, man.”
Mack tips his head cockily, like he’s the man for making sure my key works, and claps me on the shoulder. “Yo, Danny!” he belts out. “I need you to walk Bala out.”
The second his gaze darts across the room, I’m meeting hers again, and there she is… Still. Fucking. Watching me. The scorch of her stare licks up my spine, curling and uncurling my fists. She’s not doing anything other than standing there looking at me, but holy fuck, it’s intense. I’m surprised there aren’t devil horns piercing her scalp or a wispy little pointy tail wagging around behind her.
Last thing I remember thinking before Rodriguez shows up beside us?
How this girl is going to make my job a hell of a lot harder than it already is.
Slam!
The sound of my arrival echoes through my building. I’m not usually that guy, but I’m exhausted. It’s a little over an hour commute from the prison to my apartment, and after my little stare down with Benni, I’m ready to shower and just crawl into bed.
You did it again.
Fuck. Fuck! “Vi-lla-nue-va. Inmate Villanueva,” I remind myself irately as I slip off my shoes and shuffle into the kitchen. “You’re gonna get yourself fired if that slips.”
Yes, I’m talking to myself, okay…because this is ridiculous. Why is “business as usual” such a concept for me right now? I am not a newbie, have never once had an issue addressing inmates and just doing my job as expected by protocol. So, what’s the problem now?
She is, my desires voice, and they’re not wrong. Her fine ass is the whole damn problem. From the minute I caught her looking at me early this morning, I felt the entire frequency of the room change. And that saucy, shameless wink before I left? That kind of look would’ve landed her straight in my bed if the circumstances were different.
Grabbing a Modelo from the fridge, I pop the top off the edge of the laminate counter and take a long pull, hoping to drown this girl out of my mind. Not how this works, I know, but I have to try something. I can’t be going into work every day losing my absolute shi—
Knock, knock!
I freeze at the sound and arch a brow, trying to figure out who’s banging down my door at this hour on a Monday until I remember it’s Monday, which means it’s definitely Kass. She’s my neighbor from three doors down, and Mondays have become Netflix and Chill night as of the last few weeks.
She’s right on time if you ask me. The perfect distraction from my building Benn—FUCK—Villanueva dilemma.
Knocking back another hefty swig, I deposit the cold bottle on the counter and make my way to greet Kass. Soon as I open the door, she’s on me, squealing as I lift her off the floor and slam it shut behind us, pressing her back against the worn wood.
“You’re right on time.” I grin, eyes tracking her tight little frame against mine.
She’s not even trying to hide her intentions at this point, rocking probably the tiniest pajama set known to man. The top alone ensures there will be more chilling than Netflixing, hard nipples pebbled beneath the thin material, inviting me to put them in my mouth.
Locking her arms around my neck, she cocks her blonde head to one side, lips curling dubiously. “Don’t tell me your first day was shitty.”
I shake my head. “Nah, it was just long.”
“Well, I’m sure we can figure out some way to make it better,” she states, tapping the end of my nose.
“Oh, we definitely can. Like I said, you’re right on time.”
Kass smirks devilishly, leafy green irises showing me all the explicit ideas she’s got in mind. “Are you not gonna offer me a drink first?”
“Yeah, c’mon.” I laugh, setting her down on her feet. “What do you want?” My hand whacks across her bubbly ass, earning me another playful squeal as she skitters toward the kitchen.
“You know I’m not picky. Whatever you have that’s gonna fuck me up.”
“This dick.”
Kass chuckles and swats my arm coyly as I amble around her to the fridge. “Not what I meant.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” I counter, retrieving another beer from the fridge. Popping off the top, I pass it over to her and watch as she lifts the bottle to her bee-stung lips, taking an impressive sip.
“And that’s why I keep coming back for more.”
“So, you’re not here for the Netflix.” A joke obviously; we know that answer. But she shakes her head playfully regardless, downing another sip.
“Not even a little bit.”
Closing the distance between us, I lift her onto the counter and wedge my way between her legs, palms splaying against her thighs. The shorts might just be tighter than the top,
“In that case, why don’t you finish up that beer, and we’ll skip Netflix tonight.”
Kass’s response? To start chugging, lips curling deviously against the rim as the beer slides down her throat.
It’s on.
With her head tipped back like this, I go in for the kill, start my way up her neck with my tongue and yank the low neckline of her tank top in my fist, freeing her tits. They’re fake, but they’re still nice as fuck—one of her best features if I’m being honest. My grip is far from gentle as I grab a handful and nip at her earlobe, squeezing, kneading, my thumb assaulting her nipple. The other hand’s already creeping beneath the thin fabric of her shorts, shorts I quickly discover she’s wearing without panties.
That first knuckle through her smooth lips leaves her nearly choking around an appreciative moan, the abrupt clink of her bottle on the counter breaking the silence.
“No panties, soft little pussy. You really came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” I ask, grinning as she wipes the excess beer from her mouth.
“Are you really surprised, though? We’ve been on