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Laney smiled to herself as she heard Shane’s heavy breathing and occasional snore on the other end of the phone. It was as close to being in bed together as they got, now.

She stretched out naked, her thighs sore from clenching so hard last night. I want to come in your mouth, in your pussy… She’d lost her mind at those words and come so hard she saw stars. She was a little proud of herself, for peeling back one more layer of Shane’s armor; he’d finally flat-out admitted that he wanted to fuck her, and damn if that didn’t feel like winning the lottery.

She already knew he wanted it. Everything about his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his body, even his smell when he was around her screamed that he wanted to crawl inside her and never come out. But he’d never said it. Would never let her push him that far.

The sound of his orgasm was like an erotic symphony composed just for her.

But as hot as she burned for him, she raged with an icy vengeance for Cary.

He’d tied Shane’s hands, threatening him with his access to Laney and Dustin, effectively wielding his guardianship of them over Shane’s head like a leash. It drove her crazy, knowing that he was being worked like a dog just to keep him away from her. But if Shane didn’t do it, they were both fairly certain Cary would send her to a nunnery or something, lock her up somewhere and throw away the key.

She was out of patience. Something needed to be done about Cary. Maybe it was time to get a shovel.