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“No.” His touch is unhurried and lazy, not a care in the goddamn world about how long it takes to get me to where I want to be. “Mine.”
He dips his fingers beneath my thong, and he groans in my ear when he finds the spot between my legs where I’m aching for him to touch.
“Shawn. Please,” I beg, but he doesn’t move any faster. My eyes flutter closed and I feel that gentle pull in my belly, the gradual rise of pleasure building up my spine.
“Do you like that?” he asks. His voice is thick with lust and need drips from his question. Two fingers slip inside me, and he holds me tight against his chest when I cry out and squirm against him.
“Yes,” I pant, and it’s ridiculously close to a plea. “I love when you touch me. You know exactly what to do.”
“Because I know you.” He kisses my neck and his mouth sucks a hot line down my throat. He’s going to leave a mark, and I’m going to show it off. “Best you’ve ever had, right?”
He’s taunting me, teasing me, just the way I like. When I get close to falling over the edge, he pulls me back in a game of tug of war. I’m frustrated. I’m electric. I’m warm all over, and every inch of my body sparkles under his hand.
“No one can take care of me like you do,” I say, and his grip on my waist tightens. I think he might rip my dress when he thrusts his hips forward and rubs his hard length against my ass. “No one treats me right like you do.”
Shawn adds a third finger, and I see stars. My mind goes blank as he tips my chin back and kisses me hard, possessiveness behind every press of his mouth. “Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against my lips, and the praise makes me melt. It makes me grind into his palm, desperate formore. “You’re going to come on my hand, aren’t you, Lacey girl? Then we’ll sit next to our friends and they’ll have no idea I stretched you out. They won’t know I filled your pussy with my fingers to get you ready for my cock. You’re going to be begging me for it, aren’t you? Fucking dripping for it.”
I cry out. Maybe I scream, I don’t know. Whatever noise I make, I transcend from my body as my orgasm crashes into me like a tsunami, wave after wave of delight rolling through me. I writhe against him, riding the high as the circles on my clit turn into a gentle slap, making sure I get every second of pleasure I deserve.
“You’re alright,” Shawn’s soft voice says. “I’ve got you.”
I open my eyes and blink, trying to adjust to the room around me. I wobble on my feet, my legs heavy and aching. Shawn leads me over to the edge of my mattress and pulls me into his lap, holding me tight as my breathing returns to normal.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. There are spots in my vision, and my skin feels tight on my body. “How are you—why do—fuck,you’re good.”
He laughs into my hair and drops a kiss on the top of my head. “Can’t deny we have chemistry.”
“We definitely do.” I let out a content sigh and snuggle into his chest. “Do we have to go to the gala?”
“Might be kind of obvious if we’re both missing,” he says. He kisses my forehead and adjusts the strap of my dress on my shoulder. “You know Maggie will panic.”
“She will.” I sigh again and stretch my arms over my head. “I could sleep for hours, though. I finally found a way to unwind after a stressful day; it’s your fingers.”
“Happy to help.” Shawn smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I like that he can’t stop touching me. “Should we get going?”
“Yeah. We can’t show up too late. I want to surprise the shit out of Director Hannaford when I introduce you to him.” I wiggle in his lap, and I feel that he’s still hard. “Do you want me to help you take care of that before we leave?”
“I do, but we’ll save it for next time,” he says. “Since we’re friends who fuck now.”
“I guess we are,” I say, and I give him a slow grin. “Let me freshen up, then we can head out.”
“Okay.” He taps my hip, and I stand up. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
I peek a glance at him as I walk to the bathroom, and he’s watching me with soft eyes and the biggest grin. I give him a matching smile in return because I’m happy too, I realize. Shawn makes me happy.
When I’m with him, I feel like I can fly.
THIRTY
SHAWN
I haven’t beento the Museum of American History in years, but it’s exactly how I remember.
It’s dark inside, and dozens of Christmas trees adorned with white lights sit on the perimeter of all the rooms. Crystal snowflakes hang from the ceiling, and I spot mistletoe in every doorway. For a hospital with a staffing shortage, it seems a little over the top.
I guess that’s why there are four hundred people in dresses and suits mingling around, waiting to spend money.
Lacey holds my hand as we weave through the crowd, stopping to say hello to a handful of coworkers along the way. Some people do a double take when we pass like their eyes are deceiving them, and I chuckle to myself.
