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But there I was, having to be the good guy.
It wasn’t a mask I wore well.
And I was pretty fucking pissed that I needed to at all.
The boss man, though, was pretty clear.
Don’t fuck the witness.
Those were the very words he’d said to me the other day. It didn’t exactly leave much room for interpretation. And I was committed to my loyalty to my Family.
So, yeah, I couldn’t fuck Whitney.
No matter how much we both wanted it.
I went ahead and convinced myself that eating her out was just a… gray area.
It certainly wasn’t fucking.
So it didn’t exactly count.
“Hop your ass up on the counter,” I said, patting it. When she didn’t do it, I glanced over.
“You’re serious? Why can’t I just stand?”
“Because if you’re standing, I’d have to get on my knees in front of you,” I said. And added the silentagain.
“Oh, right,” she said, shaking her head as if to knock loose the same memory that had popped into my head.
With that, she awkwardly scooted herself up, hissing a bit as the cold counter met her warm skin.
“So, ah, will this hurt?”
“Compared to what you’ve been through already? No,” I said. “It just pulls a little. More uncomfortable than painful,” I added.
“Okay,” she said, eyeing the little scissors as I came closer with them.
Now, did I need to press into her knees until her thighs parted on either side of my body to get a close look at her shoulder?
No, no I did not.
But did I do it anyway?
Sure as fuck did.
And did Whitney suck in a deep breath? Yeah, she did.
With an excuse to have my head ducked, I watched her chest as it rose and fell a few times before I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.
I was almost painfully aware of the heat of her, of the sweet scent of her as I started to snip the stitches.
Done, I swapped the scissors for the tweezers.
Feeling her tense, I reminded her. “Just a little pulling.”
“Kind of like when the dentist tells you ‘just a little pressure’ when they are tugging a tooth out of your jaw?” she shot back, dubious.
“Nah, baby, I’m telling the truth,” I told her, sharing a smirk with her before ducking my head and pulling the little stitches, dropping them down into the trash at my side as I went.
