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I know it’s not a good idea. I know that the chances of creating problems for both of us are unacceptably high. I know this but none of that prevents me from inviting her to spend the night at my house and none of it prevents me from attacking her the moment the door closes behind us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kellie
I heave a sigh and toss the pen onto my desk.
“Everything okay?” Annette asks nervously.
“No,” I say. “I’m getting nowhere with the Underwood claim. I don’t get it. It’s been a month. How can they still have no idea what happened?”
“Oh,” she says. “That reminds me. Mr. Underwood left another message for you.”
“Which one?” I ask. “Reggie or Jason?”
“Jason,” she says.
“Let me guess,” I say. “What’s taking so long? Where’s my money? Why can’t you just process the damn claim? Something like that?”
She smiles. “Something like that.”
“Yeah, I figured,” I say. “I’ll call him back later.”
“Sounds good,” she says. Her eyes widen as a sudden thought occurs to her. “You don’t think the brother did it, do you? For the insurance money?”
“It happens sometimes,” I say. “I won’t really know anything until I hear back from the fire department.”
She smiles coyly. “Maybe that hunky boyfriend of yours can help you with that.”
I return her smile but don’t say anything that might add fuel to that fire. It’s not really a secret that Stone and I are dating. He’s even picked me up from work before. Nevertheless, I don’t want our relationship to be the talk of the town.
We’re not technically doing anything unethical. Stone is part of the fire company that responded to the Underwood fire but he’s not an official part of the arson investigation and after the first cursory inspection he and his fellow firefighters conduct, he isn’t even allowed back on the property without permission from the investigators.
Of course, neither am I, so that crucial window where I can find something useful before everything becomes bogged down by bureaucracy is past and now we get to go through the laborious process of waiting for a bunch of egos to squabble over who gets to take credit until eventually someone actually does their job and finds the cause of the fire.
My phone buzzes, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s Stone.Can I see you tonight?
I smile and reply with the address of a motel halfway between us. Aside from the morning after the fire, we don’t meet in our homes. The official excuse is that it’s more convenient to meet in the middle than to ask one of us to drive four hours round trip, but the real reason is that I’m afraid if I don’t keep some distance between us, I’ll grow too close.
Who the hell am I kidding? I’ve already grown too close. Our dates rarely involve more than furious sex and idle conversation but every moment I spend with him my feelings for him grow stronger. As much as I might want something more, I’m not in a place to ask for that and I don’t want to put either of us in a position where we can get hurt. So, I content myself with these occasional fevered couplings and tell myself that when things calm down, we can think about more.
“I’m heading out,” I say. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Not too early,” she says with a knowing smile.
“Goodbye, Annette,” I say with a smile of my own.
When I reach the motel, Stone is waiting for me. He wears nothing but a t-shirt and boxers when I enter the room and neither of them leave much to the imagination. Then again, I’m not wearing any panties and I’m not wearing a bra either, so when I remove my blazer and skirt, I reveal even more of myself than he does.
His eyes widen with surprise, then narrow with lust and I barely have time to say, “Like what you see?” before his lips are on mine and he goes about the business of proving that he does, in fact, like what he sees.
As usual, his movements are aggressive and powerful and as always, I melt in his arms. It’s so incredible how powerfully he affects me. It’s like all of my wills evaporate with him.
That’s not really a problem because if I could control my body, I wouldn’t want it to do anything other than what it’s doing right now, which at the moment is shuddering and squeezing and moaning underneath him as his cock continues to thrust through the entire duration of my orgasm.
When I can form words again, I grab his face and say, “Fuck me, Stone. Just like that. Don’t stop fucking me.”
His thrusts instantly come faster and harder and he goes so deep that I am stretched to my limit. It takes everything I have to keep holding him and talking to him, but I manage to keep saying things like, “Fuck me. Fuck me, baby. Take your little pussy,” until my climax returns, and I once more collapse into a screaming, shivering mess.
