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"Do you want me to fuck you, Em?"
Shane fisted his hands into her hair and kissed the earlier tears off her face with such tenderness, her heart broke into a gazillion Shane-sized pieces.
"Answer me, baby. I need to hear you say it."
His eyes searched her face, and Emma nodded.
"Please, Sir, please fuck your naughty girl."
Shane shut his eyes and exhaled, and then there was the sound of a zipper and the rustle of foil, and then just delicious fullness as Shane filled her in one slow thrust, until his balls hit her clit.
Emma gasped and Shane groaned, and then withdrew until only his thick tip remained in her. She tightened her muscles in a desperate attempt to draw him back into her sheath, and Shane slapped one tender ass cheek again.
"That's it, baby, show me how much you want my cock. Milk me with that tight little cunt of yours."
Shane pushed back into her core, only to withdraw and start the whole thing all over again, until Emma wanted to scream. It was only when the first ripples of her orgasm made her clench around him in uncoordinated movements that Shane's control finally broke. He slammed into her, and Emma exploded around his cock. Shane pistoned in and out of her body’s clasp in ever-faster movements that made the chair bang against the table, and made her giggle. Her amusement was short-lived, when Shane yanked her hips back so that he could manipulate her oversensitive clit. That little nubbin swelled even more, and Shane angled his thrusts until every stroke hit her g-spot.
"Come for me again, baby. I want you to gush all over my dick while I come."
Shane licked her ear and bit into the soft flesh, and Emma moaned, and gasped.
"I-I can't. It hurts, please…"
"Yes you can, baby, one last time, for me." Shane's harsh voice in her ear drowned out her doubts and Emma threw her head back, and gave herself over to the white hot, almost too intense pleasure as her orgasm hit with the force of a freight train.
"That's it, baby. I'm coming right with you. Fuck, yes, so good. You're squeezing my dick. Argh."
Shane buried his head into her neck and grunted his release into her sweat-dampened hair with a whispered, "I love you, Em."
By the time Emma could breathe normally again and became aware of her surroundings, she was sitting on Shane's lap. He'd unbound her arms and wrapped his suit jacket around her shoulders, and had somehow managed to pull his trousers up and her skirt down. With his waistcoat open and his shirt missing several buttons he looked devilishly sexy and Emma grinned up at him, until the door opened and she wanted the ground to swallow her up.
The cleaning lady turned all sorts of pink, and Shane laughed.
"We'll be out of here in a minute, Susanna."
The middle-aged woman's blush deepened and she hastily backed out of the door and shut it.
"Can you say busted?" Shane asked and winked at Emma.
"You're going to get me the sack, Mr. Nevin," Emma said, and Shane laughed and hugged her closer.
"Only if you want me to, Miss Mullins, but I feel it's only fair to warn you, that should you leave my employ here, I will simply have to kidnap you and tie you to my bed permanently."
The sinful images those words evoked in Emma's mind made her blush, and Shane shook his head at her and kissed her, a kiss so tender and heartfelt, that she knew she hadn't imagined his earlier declaration of love. All those Shane-shaped pieces of her heart connected and filled her chest to bursting, as happiness bloomed inside her.
"You do know that this is insane, right? I mean this, us, it will never last."
"Says who?" Shane's deep tenor held a hint of annoyance and Emma's stomach tightened. "I'd have thought you'd had enough punishment for one night, but I have no hesitation to put you over my knee again, titch."
Shane tipped her chin up and speared his free hand into her hair, giving her no choice but to look at him. The emotional intensity of his gaze blew any objections Emma might have made out of the water, and they stared at each other for the longest time, until Shane smiled. This was the old Shane she had hopelessly fallen in love with sometime over the last four months, and she couldn't help but smile back at him.
"I meant what I said, titch. I love you, and we can and will make this work. I can't … I won't let you walk away from us, and if it takes me until we're old and grey I will convince you that I mean business, and that I want only you."
There was no way she could doubt the sincerity behind his words, and Emma ran her hands up his biceps until she could frame his face. His stubble felt scratchy and altogether wonderful under her fingertips, and she traced the outline of his full lips with her index finger. Shane pulled the digit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, in an imitation of what he'd done to her pussy mere moments ago, and he grinned when she yanked her finger out of his mouth.
"You are so bad, Shane Nevin." She whispered the words and he shrugged his big shoulders.
"So I am, but not half as bad as I could be, Em." He sobered and pinned her in place with the full force of his gaze, and Emma couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.
