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I look down, unable to meet his eyes. “Shane, my name . . . it’s Maggie, not Meghan. I didn’t want to use my real name at a strip club. I’m sorry for not telling you before.”
I can feel the heat radiating from his body, hear his teeth grinding, but I don’t lift my eyes, flinching as he growls. “What the fuck? Maggie? You’d let me fuck you and call out a name that’s not even yours?”
I gasp, looking up at him in pain. “We didn’t . . . I mean, kinda, but not really.”
He jumps up from the bed, his eyes flashing as he paces back and forth before turning to me, legitimately angry and hurt. “Not really? Not sure of your definition, Angel, but what we did is riding a pretty fine line of fucking. Maybe you make a habit of telling guys fake names or not caring what theirs might be, but I fucking don’t.”
He runs his hands through his hair, growling in frustration. I’m mad too, and flustered by his reaction as I sit up in the bed holding the sheet to my body. I’m not yelling, but I’m dang close as I form my reply. “I’m sorry, Shane. It’s just been my work name for so long that I answer to it too. But I wanted you to know in case . . . well, because I don’t go around having sex with guys who don’t know my name.”
Shane grabs his jeans from the chair, sitting down and yanking them up his legs. “Get dressed. We need to hit the road.”
Feeling the shift in the room, I’m embarrassed again by his easy dismissal of me. How does he always seem to do that?
“Yes, sir!” I say with all the sarcasm I have, which is admittedly not much. It’s childish, but I can’t help needling him for his bossiness, the sudden urge to get out of here coming out of nowhere to escape the discomfort of the argument.
He freezes, his voice cold and commanding as he looks at me with eyes that are flashing with warning. “Don’t call me that, Angel. Don’t mess with things you don’t understand.”
I know what he’s talking about. I’m innocent, not stupid, and a curiosity whips across my mind and through my body. The spanking. The promises. Now this? On the heels of my revelation is another ripple of desire.
There’s still plenty of sass in my voice, though, and fiery anger sparking between us as I press him. “Sir? You don’t want me to call you ‘Sir’? Are you sure about that? Because you seem to like it . . . a lot.”
I look down pointedly at the reawakening bulge in his boxer briefs, the dark stain of his cum making him look even bigger and sexier. He moves to stand in front of me, grabbing my hair in his hands and tilting my head up to lock eyes. “You think you want to play? Push me and see where my limits are? Trust me, girl. You’ll break long before I will.”
I can see the lust in his eyes mixed with wariness as he tests me, but I want to test him back, challenge his assessment that I’m some fragile, dainty little thing. I can take him. Heck, I want to feel him wild and rogue, see what he’s got and maybe see if I really can handle it. “Challenge accepted . . . Sir.”
I feel his fists tighten in my hair, the sharp bite keeping me present, ready for whatever he says next. “Maggie.” It’s just my name, but it hangs in the air between us for a moment, meaning so much to both of us before he continues. “Maggie. I think you need to apologize for lying to me.”
My mouth opens to argue but snaps shut at his look. This is Shane, yes, but this is a side of him he’s never shown me before, a side that I’ve only seen hints of.
“Good girl,” he says, smiling sternly. “Don’t make this worse than it needs to be. Seems like I cleaned up your fingers for you rather well, I’d say.”
I nod, head still cradled by his hands. “Yes, Sir.”
His eyes flash again at the word, and he hums. “I think you need to clean me up too.”
My eyes drop to his dick, straining against the cotton right in front of me. “Yes, Sir.”
Heck yes, I’m in for this. I’ve been dying to get a look at Shane’s dick after feeling it in his jeans and against my back.
I grip the waistband of his boxer briefs, slipping them over the head and down his legs, and his dick springs free, gorgeous and hard, with evidence of his earlier orgasm still covering him.
I lean forward, laying kisses and licks over the red head and along the velvety shaft, tasting the saltiness of his cum and moaning in delight.
