All the other options—under the bed, on the small balcony, and behind the half-torn curtains—come up empty.
My eyes narrow on the closet. She couldn’t have possibly gone in there. Unless she’s in the mood for a panic attack.
Just in case…
I move in that direction, but the moment I open it, a creaking noise comes from behind me. On the opposite side of the room.
Right on the broken stairs.
She can’t possibly—
I run to the stairs and, sure enough, Mia has managed to climb through the available stair skeletons. She hid under them, waiting for me to be far enough away so that she could pull this stunt.
While I don’t catch the whole climbing up process, I do see her lifting the weight of her entire body on a broken step.
Fuck me. Now that’s an impressive athletic body.
She jumps up on the makeshift roof, rising to her full height, and stares down her nose at me and flashes me two middle fingers.
A fucking goddess under the full moon.
The silver light bathes her glistening naked skin and the generous slope of her breasts, highlighting the tips of her soft pink nipples.
The knickers and boots add an edge to the ethereal view.
I throw my head back in laughter. “I’m impressed.”
She lifts her chin and holds the middle fingers higher. As if telling me she couldn’t give a fuck about what I think of her.
I grab the stairs with both hands. “I am impressed, but you’re not the only athletic one here.”
Easily, probably as easily as she did, I lift my entire weight with my hands over the few available stairs.
Mia’s expression turns from triumphant to frantic. Her eyes dart around as if she’s looking for a certain weapon, but it’s too late.
I’m already close to her.
As a last resort, she attempts to jam her boot against my face. I duck at the last second before she smashes my head in.
Knowing she has no reprieve from my imminent and very real chance of catching her, she abandons her position.
I jump up, a step breaks under my weight, and I land on the not-so-sturdy rooftop.
Mia runs to the only other available escape—the destroyed part of the roof.
My muscles burn from the effort I made, but the view that greets me is worth it.
Mia runs around, almost entirely naked, her breasts bouncing and her nipples hardening. My dick bulges and presses against my trousers with the need to touch.
“I advise you not to go any farther.” I jam a hand in my pocket and walk toward her unhurriedly. I even stop to shake the dust off my previously-pressed trousers and shirt. “That part is as hazardous as a nuclear weapons field.”
Does she listen?
Of course not.
She swings around all of a sudden and the floor gives out from underneath her. The creak of the wood echoes in the air and her shriek follows.
That’s the first time I’ve heard a terrified sound come from her pretty lips. Then Mia slips and falls into a hole of her own making. The only thing keeping her from hitting the second floor is her elbows on either side of it.
I stand above her and grin. “Found you.”
Thankfully, they haven’t invented a murder weapon that can be triggered by a glare. Otherwise, I would’ve become cooked meat by now.
I offer her my hand.
She doesn’t take it.
Instead, she attempts to lift herself up.
“Don’t be suicidal.” I jerk my chin in my hand’s direction. “Take it.”
She steals a glance at me, then, as if possessed by her stubborn demons, she tries to lift herself up again.
The floor shakes beneath me as the hole swallows her. I catch her extended hand at the last second and pull her out with all my strength.
We both tumble back, falling in a heap on the floor. So much for dusting off my clothes.
My hand flexes on Mia’s back since I made sure she’d fall on top of me.
And they say I’m not a gentleman. The blasphemy.
Mia’s chest rises and falls frantically above mine, like a war that’s about to happen. I glide my hand across her back and to her side, then over the slope of her breast.
It’s intoxicating to have her on top of me, naked, ready for my cock to plow inside her tight little cunt.
In fact, my cock is making non-subtle hints and bulges against the bottom of her stomach.
Mia lifts herself and hits my shoulder, then signs, “Stop groping me, you pervert.”
“I’m just making sure you’re not hurt anywhere. We can’t be too careful when it concerns my little muse’s health.” I flick my finger on her nipple and she flinches.