Emma looked down at her phone and saw the message from Walsh canceling again. She typed her response before she tossed her phone on the floor beside her and settled on the sofa with her tablet. Another night with her TikTok crush it was.

She couldn't even remember how she found the account, but she loved the nights where he answered dating advice. Some questions he answered were regarding unrequited feelings and he mentioned a woman he wanted to meet, but was dating someone else and how men needed to respect women and their choices.

When he moved into her building, she'd been beyond shocked. She'd been drooling over his TikTok account for weeks, listening to every grunt, innuendo, and laugh he made. They ended up in the elevator together quite a bit now and it was getting harder and harder to not ask if he liked her photo.

Okay maybe she asked another question after a fight with Walsh that she was hoping he would answer.

CaptainHooked was still dressed from his workout as he sat down with his computer. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled up the questions. She'd just been in the elevator with the guy. She should have demanded he answered it then. Preferably with a tutorial. Hands on.

"Ah, so this question comes from one of our ladies out there," he cleared his throat and she saw the tips of his ears turn pink. "Guys, when you say sit on your face, do you mean sit or hover?" For one moment, he looked offended at the question. "Oh Duckling," his expression changed to heated desire as he said her username. His voice alone should not make her wet, but fuck if he didn't make it seem like he was talking to her. "If you're still able to ask, I'm not doing it right. I want you to sit on my face. My nose is the credit card and it's Black Friday. Let me worry about breathing because I can assure you, there's no place I'd rather be."

Emma shivered at his tone. "And I see you watching, Duckling. If you need a demonstration because some bloody flying monkey hasn't shown you just what a goddess you are, let me know."

She was so caught up in the way he was talking that she answered. Show me, Captain.

He blinked once before a slow grin lit up his face. "About bloody time."

Holy shit! Emma slammed her laptop shut and tried to breathe. Had she really just done that? Had she just taken her crush up on his offer?

A pounding on her door pulled her back to reality. At her door stood her TikTok crush. He was panting like he'd run, but he finally gave her that slow, sexy grin. "Is now a good time?"

Killian leaned on the doorframe waiting for her to make a decision. He watched as the shock in her eyes melted into desire. How long had he been waiting for this moment?

After what felt like ages, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a heated kiss. He lifted her up and spun them so he could press her into the door. She moaned into his mouth as he rocked his hips against her. He broke the kiss and tried to say something, but a freckle beside her jaw caught his attention and he dove back in.

She tugged his tshirt off and threw it behind him. He let out a drawn out groan when she scratched her fingers through his chest hair. "Wait. Wait." He panted and kissed her again before trying once more. "Swan, love, hold on."

She arched an eyebrow at him playfully. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Smirking, he squeezed her hip, his eyes held hers and he bit his lower lip. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever met. I want to spend the rest of the night making sure you know it. But is this what you want?"

"I broke up with Walsh." She blurted out and covered her face with one of her hands. "I just mean…"

Killian grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you saying you want more than a one time thing?"

Emma shivered under his fingers. "Is one all you've got?"

She kept her eyes on him, lip caught between her teeth as he tugged his shorts off and led her to the bed. He was grateful the apartment was a similar layout to his. "Allow me." Killian took his time peeling her tank top and shorts off her gorgeous body. He mapped the newly revealed skin with his hands and mouth until she was squirming under his attentions. "Do you have any idea how many times I imagined this?"

"Probably not as many times as I have." She gasped.

Killian helped guide her hips down, shivering when she scratched her nails through the hair on his stomach. Gods he couldn't wait to feel her. Taste her. Her thighs trembled with anticipation and tension as she tried to hold herself over his mouth.

"Try something new, darling. It's called trust." He took both her wrists and pulled her down the rest of the way.

She gasped when his tongue met her folds. He groaned at how slick she already was for him. It didn't take long for her to relax into the position and start rocking her hips. He kept her hands pinned together as he fucked her with his tongue. The sounds she made grew more desperate even muffled as they were.

Releasing her hands, he wrapped her long hair around one hand causing her to arch back. His free hand found her clit and her hips jerked in surprise. He growled against her sensitive skin and allowed her to rock her hips as she frantically sought her release. She cried out again, tugging his hair almost too hard as he lapped every drop of her arousal.

His cock was aching by the time he eased her back onto the bed. Her thighs were still trembling as he stretched out beside her. "Fuck me." She breathed out against his chest.

"I thought I just did." He chuckled.

"Smug bastard." She moaned like she was trying not to laugh. "But damn. I guess you earned it."

Killian was a little disappointed when Emma didn't join him in the shower, but they had time. He wanted nothing more than to show her the love and passion she deserved for as long as she allowed him. Wrapping one of her towels covered in yellow ducks around his waist, he heard her arguing at the front door.

There was the shaggy-haired idiot who'd made her feel so unwanted. Killian wasn't sure if he should punch him or thank him. Either way, he couldn't resist the chance to annoy the man. Especially when Emma stood wearing his shirt that barely covered the red love bite he'd given her moments ago on the curve of her lovely arse.

Walking up behind Emma, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. His body reacted immediately to hers and he didn't try to hide the way he rocked his hips into her. "Everything alright?" He murmured against her neck.

"Walsh was just leaving." Emma's voice hitched when he brushed a kiss behind her ear.

"We fight and you jump into bed with this guy?" The man sneered. "I came to forgive you and make up. But now I find out you'll jump into bed with the first dick that shows up."

"Actually, it's Killian." He grinned at the man. "And I have to thank you. I've been waiting for her to dump you for weeks." Walsh scowled at him and Killian held her tighter.

"That wasn't a fight, Walsh. I meant what I said - we're done." She told the man. "Now, could you please leave so Killian can have his shirt back?"

Walsh threw his hands up and stormed off. Emma relaxed in his arms and laughed. "Damn. I should have called you sooner."

"If I'd known all you needed was good sex, I assure you our trips in the elevator would have been far more interesting." He teased in a low voice behind her ear. "Shall I remind you? Or would you rather go get something to eat before we go again?"

She shivered in his arms as he ran a hand from her throat down to the hem of her shirt. "Again?"

He brushed his fingers along her clit in gentle circles. "Aye." He bit her earlobe. "I plan to plead my case all night if I must."

Her hand closed around his wrist as he continued his ministrations. "What case?"

"The one that involves me in your bed as much as possible." He murmured as he trailed open mouth kisses across her collarbone. "Or you in mine. Either way."

"Fuck." She breathed, dropping her head to his shoulder.

"That's the general idea." He smirked against her neck.

She laughed quietly and ran her hand through his wet hair. "You're an ass."

"Only if you ask nicely." He purred. "What were you thinking about in that photo?"

"What photo?" She asked as he used the shirt to pin her arms behind her. Killian hummed as he kissed across her chest.

Killian raised his eyes to hers as he traced her nipples with the tip of his tongue. "You know which photo." He rocked his hips into hers. "Bloody siren. Do you know how hard that photo gets me every time?"

Some of the lust cleared as she met his eyes. "You kept it?"

"You sent it to me." He smirked. "That expression wasn't ever on your face with the monkey. What were you thinking about?" That photo of her laying on a bed, looking at the camera in just a flannel shirt had lived rent-free in his head for months.

"You." She blushed. "I don't mean CaptainHooked, I mean you. We'd just gotten stuck in the laundry room the day before."

He cradled her face in both hands. This time the kiss was soft and tender, but still had him groaning into her mouth. "I had never done that before. I saw you in the elevator in that leather dress." Killian bit his lip and caressed his hands down her body. "I wanted to peel it off with my teeth. I didn't understand how anyone could look at you and not treat you like the breathtaking siren that you are…"

Freeing her from the shirt, he lifted her up and carried her back to the bed. "I'm not done with you."

Emma walked into the kitchen and started the coffee. Living with Killian the last three months was amazing. He insisted on having Mulan take new sexy pictures with both of them. The office had photos of them wrapped in each other, mixed with the photos she'd had taken alone.

She brought a cup of coffee over and leaned on the door as he read one of the questions from his TikTok followers. "Does the sex get boring when you wake up to the same woman every day?" His blue eyes met hers and his grin grew. Wrapping her arms around his chest, she bit the shell of his ear. "Mate, if it's boring, treat her like the goddess she is. How can I possibly get bored with her?"

Killian ended the video. "Siren."

"You called me a goddess." She giggled as he brushed his beard up her neck.

"For as long as you let me, love." He teased her ear with his tongue. "Do you want to sit? Or hover?"