Page 21 of Sweet Jane


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And I don’t care if I’m the one to say it first.

“I love you, Shep.”

“I love you too, Sweet Jane.”

He kisses me again, with lips crashing against mine. The kiss in the kitchen earlier was sensuous and tender. This is different. This is hungry and bordering on wild and makes me lose my senses as well as my breath.

“We’re going to be late for work,” I say when I come up for air.

Instead of agreeing with me, he reaches his hand between my thighs and surprises me by cupping my mound.

I gasp and bite my lip. “Shep! What are you doing? Here?”

“Yeah,” he says, giving it a squeeze and staring at me with danger in his eyes. “That was your consequence for saying ‘I love you’ first.”

I sigh as he squeezes my sex again. His eyes soften and he licks his lips while he watches my face.

“Uhm…I like this kind of consequence for breaking your rules,” I slur out, my head lolling back, enjoying it like the ultimate massage. A massage that makes my nipples taut and achy for his touch. “But don’t we need to go in and open the shop?”

He murmurs. “Yeah. Just one more minute. There’s something I need.”

Shep unzips my fly and tugs the denim out of the way. I know I shouldn’t, but I lift my hips off the seat so his fingers can find their way home.

“What’s that, Shep?” I say.

He slides his fingers into my folds, and the guttural sound coming from him grows fiercer. He finds my opening and slides one finger into my pussy.

“Cream for my coffee,” he says.

Chapter Fourteen

Shep

In the break room, I watch my Jane put on her apron.

She in turn watches me dip my finger into my coffee and swirl it around. The hot liquid does not even register pain on my skin. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush. I let her watch me raise the cup to my lips, close my eyes and sip.

“So good,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

She licks her lips. “Have you burned your finger?”

“Probably. Maybe you got some magic salve where the cream came from.”

Jane’s eyes flash at me.

She’s about to say something saucy—I can feel it—when Tamira pops her head in the break room.

“Store’s open, where do you want me?”

I nod and explain to Tamira that Jane is our newest employee. “I want you watching the team, and I want Jane watching our people on the register so she can learn. And float her around wherever we need her so she can learn the business.”

Tamira nods and dashes out to the front.

As we follow her in, I ask Jane if she’s remembered her real name.

“My real name? My real name is whatever you call me. My real name is whatever name I choose to have in my new life. My name is Jane.”

I could not fucking love her more.

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