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Chucky huffs, sarcasm dripping from each wheezy exhalation. “Oh, sure, just all that. No problem. Would you like for me to get into the IRS D-base while I’m at it?”
“Please, Chucky,” I beg, wondering how much more horse trading this guy’s going to need. For Meghan, I’d be willing to bargain away every chip I’ve got, and maybe promise a few more down the line. “This is important.”
Thankfully, Chucky lets me off the hook, humming for a second as I hear his keyboard clacking away in the background.
“All right, Shane,” Chucky says finally. “I’ll see what I can find out. But this is a big ask and a big owe. I won’t forget.”
I nod, even though he can’t see me, relieved that he’s not going into details. “I know, Chucky. Thanks.”
Chapter 13
Maggie
When I come out of the shower, Shane is lying back on the bed with his eyes closed. For a moment, I let my eyes trace over him, noting the flops of dark hair he’s obviously been running his fingers through, his long lashes, the soft part of his full lips, and his strong jawline. Before I can continue my perusal any lower, his eyes pop open and he catches me leering at him like a creeper. Without a word, he stands and disappears into the bathroom to clean up, giving me time to change clothes. My body’s exhausted after all the stress of the night, the fear, and then having a couple of heaping doses of arousal thrown in there with it.
Still, slipping into my after work tank top and some fresh panties helps me regain some sense of normality, and despite my earlier worries, the sheets on the bed are fresh and smell like fabric softener. I promise myself that I’m going to stay awake for Shane, but I’m just so worn out, my eyelids are drooping almost immediately, and the darkness seems so inviting and unavoidable after everything that’s happened.
Sometime after I fell asleep, Shane must have decided to join me in bed because when a bad dream wakes me with a barely suppressed gasp, I find myself waking up in his arms.
The dream was horrible. I was back at Petals, but this time, I was in the room ready to dance, and instead of it being Carlos in his thousand-dollar suit, it was Shane watching me with lustful eyes when the door burst open and suddenly, Shane’s body exploded in bullet holes.
Still, the feeling of him holding me melts the dream away in an instant, and I relax. His bare chest is warm on my back, the big spoon to my little spoon, one arm wrapped high around my shoulders and one low around my hips. The fingertips of his left hand are just above my panty line, in that small space where my tank top always seems to ride up, but it feels good and reassures me that my dream was just that—a dream.
I wiggle slightly, pleased and comfortable in his arms. When I press my hips back, I can feel him, thick and hard against my peachy bottom, barely contained in his boxer briefs.
I bite my lip to suppress my moan, knowing I’m already wet between my legs. This fire he keeps stoking in my core had cooled to embers while we slept, but it lights to an inferno instantly as I feel him grow even larger against me.
I grind my hips back again, stroking his length between my cheeks, mimicking the lap dances I’ve seen the girls at the club give. It’s amazing, electric to my very core, and my panties feel soaked as I part my thighs a little, still making little movements against him with my butt. But Shane stays still, sleeping through my attempt at seduction. Frack, I’m so turned on, already on the edge.
Maybe I could . . . no, not with Shane right behind me. He begins snoring softly, his breath warm against my hair. He’s passed out, deep in sleep and would never know. I’ll just have to be super quiet so he doesn’t wake up. I know it’s a risk, but maybe a quick release will help me deal with him today?
Decision made, I slowly let my fingers trace up my thigh to my center. My panties are soaked through, my clit already pulsing in need.
I rub slowly, circling clockwise and then counterclockwise, teasing myself through the cotton as I chase my own touch.
Slipping my hand inside my panties, I cup myself, sliding a thin finger inside to spread my juices up to my clit. I find a rhythm, trying to stay still, but my hips are circling against Shane, the feel of him against my ass giving me that extra spark, taking me higher.
I bite my lip, stifling my moans, already so close to coming.
