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Withone hand in my hair and the other on my hip, he claims my mouth again, andIlet him take control.Iwant to give myself over to someoneItrust.Someonewho won’t lie to me or manipulate me.SomeoneIknow for sure loves me, even if he might not beinlove with me.Hiserection swells beneath my ass, andIwriggle a little, just becauseIcan and becauseIlove hearing the pained sound he makes.Ilove knowingI’mthe one who’s causing it.
Whenhe pulls back, he looks into my eyes and kisses me again, softer this time.Amessage notification from his phone interrupts us before it can turn wild again.Hechecks it and smiles to himself. “Comeon, let’s say goodbye toMickand head home.”
Hehelps me off his lap and then takes my hand and leads me through the boxes to the internal shop door.Thestorefront is empty of customers, just a gangly man dusting the instruments andMicksitting at the counter.Whichmakes me thinkMickwas just giving us some alone time.
Hegrins when he sees us. “Youheading off?”
“Yeah,” saysDevon. “Thanksfor letting us hang out.”
“Anytime, man.”Mickturns his attention to me. “I’mhopingIsee more of you,Shae.”
Ismile, happy thatDevonhas someone likeMickin his life. “Ihope so too.”
Weleave through the back door, and he leads me a bit farther down the alley to a small, fenced-in lot where his car is parked.Islide into the passenger seat whileDevongets behind the wheel.Ashe navigates out of the lot,Isigh and rest my head back against the seat.
Isense rather than seeDevonglance at me. “Youokay?”
“Yeah, that was nice.Thankyou for inviting me.”
“Iliked having you there.”
Iroll my head to the side soIcan see him. “DoesBeauever go with you?”
“No,I’mnot sure he’s ever been to the shop.Igo mostly to hang out withMick.”
Therest of the trip passes in comfortable silence, and almost too soon, we’re pulling into the parking structure underDevonandBeau’sbuilding.
“Doyou know whereBeauis right now?”Iask him.
Helooks at me out of the corner of his eye and smirks a little. “Ithink he’s probably at home.”
Inarrow my gaze.What’sthat about?
Heturns off the engine but doesn’t get out.Instead, he reaches for me, andIgo to him willingly, climbing over the center console.Withhis arms banded around me,Iindulge in his kiss.Andwhen he pushes his seat back,Istraddle him, grinding against his hardness.
Soonwe’re both breathing heavily, andI’mdesperately wishing there weren’t cameras in this parking garage.BeforeI’mready to stop,Devon’spulling back.
“Comeon,Bambi.Iwant to get you upstairs.”
“EventhoughBeau’sprobably there?”Ihate the thought of not touching each other like this once we get up to the apartment.
Hejust gives me that same enigmatic grin and gets out of the car.Curious,Ifollow him out and to the elevator.
Oncewe’re back up in the apartment,Iscan the space forBeau, but he isn’t in the main living area.ThenDevonsurprises me by taking me by the hand. “Comeon,” he says, leading me down the hallway.
Ilook down at where our hands are clasped, unsure of why he’s suddenly so touchy-feely when he thinksBeau’shere.
Insteadof taking me to his bedroom or mine, he stops outside their other guest room.Withhis fingers under my chin, he tips my head back and gently brushes a kiss across my lips.
“Beau’sin there, so no more after this, okay?”Hisvoice is quiet, soInod in a soundless reply.
Crackingthe door open, he peers inside, blocking my view. “Alldone?”Hemust be talking toBeau.
“Yep,” comes the answer.
Pushingthe door wide,Devonsteps through, andIfollow, then stop in my tracks.WhenIpeeked into this room during the tour the guys gave me whenIfirst arrived, it had a bed and a dresser and nothing else.Butnow?It’sbeen transformed.Nobed; no dresser.Instead, there’s an expensive-lookingH-frame easel set up near the large window with tarps and drop cloths folded to the side.Canvasesin a range of sizes are propped against the walls, and what looks like every type of brush and oil paint color known to man is stacked in boxes on a large bench that sits where the dresser used to be.Ieven spy some canvas-shipping boxes in the corner.Itlooks like the guys bought out a whole art store and transported it here.
Iscan the space, then turn to look atDevonandBeau, who are standing by the window, both with their arms crossed, wearing big grins on their faces.
