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“So, Arizona?” he asks with an arch of one eyebrow.
“Seemed like as good a place as any,” I reply with a shrug.
“I’ve never been.”
“It was nice. We should go sometime. I could take you to Ray’s bar,” I laugh, imagining how out of place Shane Ryan would appear in Ray’s dive bar.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Conor told me Ray was an asshole to you, and I might have to teach him some manners if I ever ran into him.”
“He was an asshole. But he gave me a job with no references or anything.”
Shane rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“What?” I frown at him.
“I’m pretty sure he took one look at your ass and got all the references he needed, sweetheart,” he laughs.
“Or maybe I just seemed like a nice person and a hard worker?” I offer.
“Well, I know you’re both of those things. But I would bet my life on Ray being more interested in the fact that you don’t need no belt to hold up your jeans,” he flashes his eyebrows at me.
“You’re an asshole!” I grin at him. “Are you saying I have a fat ass?”
“No! Your ass is perfect.”
I try to feign a scowl but I can’t even pretend to be mad at him and I smile instead.
“Conor told me you cured his fear of the dark in Ray’s basement?” He stares at me and the flush creeps over my neck and cheeks.
“He told you about that? I thought you guys didn’t discuss what we do, you know, in private?”
“We don’t,” he shakes his head. “He didn’t tell me how. He just said you ended up locked in a basement. And now he doesn’t sleep with the light on.”
“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.”
“You’re good for him, Hacker,” he says and my heart swells with pride. “You’re good for all of us,” he says in that low growl that turns my insides to molten lava. The sound vibrates through my core and suddenly I’m hyper aware of the fact I’m not wearing any panties. I cross my legs beneath the table, squeezing my thighs together, and he obviously realizes because he smiles wickedly at me.
Shane has had music playing quietly in the background all evening, and Sam Smith’s Like I Can comes on. “I love this song,” I say, feeling the need to change the subject. Too much praise makes me uncomfortable.
“You want to dance?”
“Here? With you?”
'‘Yes.” He pushes his chair back and stands, holding his hand out to me.
I reach out and take it, and his warm fingers curl around mine as he pulls me to my feet. “Volume up!” he commands, and the music gets louder.
Shane slides his hands around my hips, slipping one on to the small of my back and the other to my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean my face against him. Damn! He always smells so freaking good.
He is a surprisingly good dancer. He presses me closer to him as our bodies move in time to the music and his cock hardens against my abdomen as we dance. “This dress is incredible on you, Hacker,” he growls as he squeezes my ass in his palm.
“Thank you.”
“Do you remember what happened last time you wore it?” His hand slides lower until he reaches the edge of the fabric before slipping beneath my dress, until his palm is resting on my bare ass cheek.
“Yes,” I breathe, recalling how he spanked me with his belt and then sent me to my room with my pussy dripping wet for him.
He walks us toward the sofa. “And you snuck away this morning without waking me. And I had to wake up without this sexy, warm body in my bed,” he growls.
