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Leah
Shane caught her at the elevator that evening, locking his fingers around her arm. “You’re coming with me.”
She glanced up with a laugh. “What?”
“You can’t drag me into the copy room and tell me want me—”
“I didn’t drag you—”
“Stop arguing.” He pulled her into the elevator when the doors opened.
She halfway expected him to haul her into his arms, but they weren’t alone. His eyes, however, were ablaze with need. She felt the same way. She’d spent the entire day trying to ignore the glances he kept giving her, squeezing her thighs together to stop the ache.
Shane lowered his voice and said, “You can’t walk around the office all day looking like that and expect me not to notice.”
No, that was the point. She’d wanted him to notice. And she felt like she’d accomplished her mission. She was living her fantasy, and so far it was working out pretty well.
The elevator released them to the lobby, and he slid his hand down to hers to pull her out. “We’re going to my apartment.”
“Your—”
“No arguing,” Shane said.
“I wasn’t trying to argue.” She grinned. “I was just going to say my place is really close. It’s faster.”
“Shit. Lead the way.”
She laughed and pulled him down the sidewalk and to the complex that was just around the corner. She’d planned on moving just before the got the internship, and it worked out perfectly, the timing of it all. She got to walk to work in the mornings. And now, apparently, she got to bring Shane home when her body wouldn’t stop screaming to have him inside of her.
After she’d walked out on him last night, all she could think was how much she regretted it. And how mad she was at herself for not taking chances, for not doing what she really wanted. For not living that fantasy.
Leah barely had the door open when Shane grabbed her around the waist. His mouth locked on hers, tongue sliding inside to press against hers. A moan slipped out.
“The door—” she began.
He kicked it closed behind him, and then spun her around, so her back was against the surface.
“I need to see you,” he said, tugging the straps of her dress.
She reached behind her to undo the zipper, and then Shane had it over her head and on the floor in a matter of seconds. The door was cool against her back, seeping through the lacy bra and underwear she wore.
“Don’t tell me it was just an act this whole time,” Shane murmured, his lips skimming her shoulder.
“What was an act?”
“The innocent, hardworking and responsible hot girl.” He grinned and lowered his mouth to her breast. “I was looking forward to corrupting you.”
“It wasn’t an act. Actually…Oh, God…yes, corrupt me.”
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through her bra, tickling her nipple. His tongue flicked out and she practically melted down the surface of the door. At the same time, his hand pressed against her cunt through her underwear. The warmth had her panting.
“That feels so good,” she murmured.
“We’re just getting started.” With that, he yanked off his shirt and flicked the button on his slacks. “Bedroom?”
She pointed toward the hallway, but had no idea how she was going to walk there when her legs were already shaking.
He jerked her against him and undid the latch of her bra. Her already hard nipples pressed against his bare chest. If possible, his cock hardened even further. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on it, and maybe her mouth…
She froze. “Shane.”
He tugged off his pants and boxers. Her eyes widened at his dick. It was bigger than she expected, curving up to his abdomen, clearly ready to shove deep inside her. Her throat dried.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m not…uh, I’ve only been with one other man. A boy, really.”
He kissed her lips. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I might not be…what you were expecting.”
Meaning, she didn’t think she was going to be good enough. She wasn’t joking when she told him to corrupt her—but she had a terrible feeling it wasn’t going to be enough for him.
“You’re already more than I was expecting,” Shane murmured.
He slid her panties down her legs and kissed the inside of both her thighs before running his tongue up to her center. He flicked it against her clit.
“Shane,” she gasped.
“I’ll go as fast or as slow as you want. Just as long as you tell me what you want.”
“But…”
He rose and touched her cheek. “I’ll tell you what I want, too.”
That brought her some relief. She led him to the bedroom, but he stopped her at the bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“It looks like you. Organized,” Shane said, a smile in his voice.
“I like organized. I like to know what to expect.”
“Trust me.” His breath tickled her ear. He grabbed her breast with one hand and pressed the other against her abdomen, holding her against his thick cock. “You’re going to like this. Unorganized, dirty, and maybe even a little rough.”
The words were like a direct line to her clit. She practically came just hearing his voice. Just knowing—or not knowing—the things he planned on doing to her.
When his fingers worked lower, pressing against her pussy, she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. He ran his hand down and then back up, fingers slipping into her slit.
“Fuck, Leah—you’re already soaking wet.”
She flushed at the words, but couldn’t stop moaning.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
Her cheeks burned hotter.
“It’s just you and me,” Shane said, sliding his finger in and out of her. “Tell me.”
“It feels good,” she whispered. “I want more.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
He spun her around and gripped her chin, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She brought her hands up to his shoulders, and then ran them down his arms and over his abdomen, exploring.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” Shane said.
And without any notice, he pushed her back on the bed. A gasp slipped from her lips at the motion, then she groaned as he slipped his knee between her legs. She didn’t know what was coming, all she knew was how badly she wanted it.