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Shane in a suit was driving her crazy. Everywhere they went she could feel women’s eyes on him, and her jealousy was boiling over.

She knew Shane was just as jealous. She could feel the hot, heavy gaze of men on her exposed back and the involuntary, irritated squeeze of Shane’s hand every time their eyes raked her over.

She’d worn a slinky, silk green halter dress, the back indecently low, showing the dimples in her low back and ending in a point right above her ass crack. Shane looked like he’d swallowed a lemon when he’d seen her.

His hair was slicked back and he was disgustingly handsome in his black suit and black shirt with the sleeves pushed up, no tie. He was dark, and dangerous, and hers.

They drifted hand in hand through the crowd, each cradling a glass of champagne, people parting for them like royalty as they took in Dustin’s exhibit.

“This is miraculous,” Shane had said with genuine awe. “Dustin is fucking brilliant.”

Nancy was there in a white robe with blue embroidery, wearing pointy-toed silk slippers, keeping her distance from Dustin to allow him the spotlight but never far enough away that he got uncomfortable. Laney felt a wave of gratitude for Dustin’s teacher; not only had she introduced him to art and gotten him into a wonderful school, but she seemed to really understand him and gave him just enough space that he didn’t feel pressured but stayed in his orbit enough to feel supported.

“I think Dustin’s got this,” Laney whispered to Shane. “I think… he doesn’t need me. Not this time.”

Shane looked at Laney with longing and glanced at Dustin.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered to her.

She nodded eagerly, and he put his arm around her as they slipped out of the A.G.O.

“The truck is that way,” Laney said, as Shane started walking in the wrong direction.

“We’re not going to the truck. Not tonight.”

Her cheeks warmed at the tone in his voice, and he tucked her even closer to him as they walked quietly down the busy city street, catching the curiosity of passers-by.

When they stopped in front of a grand-looking hotel made entirely of glass, Laney felt her heart start pounding out an uneven rhythm.

“I got us a room…” Shane said. He sounded a little nervous.

“Okay,” Laney breathed.

“Okay?”

“Okay…”

They walked into the lobby and the receptionist did a double-take as she took in Shane’s fit, suit-clad body and sharp jaw.

“How can I help you this evening, sir?” she asked in a husky voice, twirling a loose lock of hair around her finger.

“My girlfriend and I are checking in,” he said.

She frowned as he slid his ID and a credit card across the counter.

“When did you get a proper driver’s license?” Laney asked him, his hand on her back, his thumb drawing lazy circles over her spine and making the hair on her arms stand on end.

“Jerry made me,” Shane murmured. “He gifted me the truck, said he couldn’t sign over the ownership if I didn’t have a proper license…”

“So you’re like, a real person now,” Laney joked. “The government knows who you are. You have to like, pay taxes and shit.”

Shane shook with silent laughter, as the girl took a carbon copy of his card and handed them two room keys.

“Fourteenth floor."

“Thank you,” Laney said sweetly, levelling her with a look. The girl blushed and busied herself with paperwork.

The elevator felt too small, the electricity between them sparking and crackling, too big to be contained in such a small space. Another couple got on with them, eyeing them with intensity and clearing their throats, the man giving Laney a lingering stare as they exited at their floor.

Shane’s lips quirked into a smile.

The hallway was too long, it felt like it took twenty minutes to get to their room, and when Shane tried to put the key in the lock she noticed his hand shaking, a little. She put hers overtop of his, sliding the key in together, and they felt the click of it unlocking for them.

They stepped inside and took in the room. It was dark, and moody, with a sweeping view of the twinkling city lights, a black leather headboard taking up the entire wall behind a massive California king with a black duvet.

Shane cleared his throat. “Um… so… nice room…” he said. He looked shy, and awkward.

“Nice room,” she parroted softly, reaching up to his shoulders and sliding his jacket off. She tossed it on the desk.

His breath quickened, his grey eyes turning an inky black, and she watched his face as she slipped off one heel and then the other. He smiled at her as she dropped several inches, more or less level with his sternum, and he reached out with his hand and gently pulled the clip out of her chignon, her silky hair falling around her shoulders in waves. He took a handful of it, running his fingers through the strands and letting it fall gracefully back down to her shoulders, his lips parting with lust.

In an extraordinary moment of bravery, she raised her hands to her neck and undid the halter of her dress, letting it slide off her skin and pool around her feet on the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and she stood there, naked, letting him look at her.

His eyes raked over her body, pausing at her collarbone, her nipples, her bellybutton, the junction of her thighs. He choked a little, trying to swallow and suck in a sharp breath at the same time.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he said, his tone reverent.

Laney closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of him finally seeing her like this, before she stepped towards him and reached for his shirt. He watched her face as she slowly undid each button, exposing the skin at his throat and then his chest and then his abs… She pushed his shirt open and off his shoulders, running her hands over his stomach which clenched beneath her touch. She leaned in, gently, and kissed his sternum, her fingertips reaching for his belt. She paused, so used to his hands snapping out to stop her, but he just ran his knuckles slowly up and down her bare arms. She undid his belt, and then the fly of his dress pants, and they fell quietly to the floor just like her dress.

He stepped out of them and hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his black boxer briefs, took a deep breath, and slid them down his legs.

Her mouth watered at the sight of him, the V of his hips carved and defined, his large, pink cock standing proudly at attention and already glossy at the tip…

They stepped into each other at the same time, his mouth finding hers in an earth-shattering kiss, their bodies pressed together without anything between them. Finally...

His hands found her waist and pulled her tighter as he walked her backwards to the bed, tipping over when the back of her legs hit the mattress. He went with her, their mouths never breaking apart, and he slid a hand underneath her low back and lifted her in a swift movement, carrying her further up the bed with just one arm while crawling overtop of her.

Her hands gripped his back, his muscles bunching and tensing as she ran them down to his ass. She gripped his cheeks tight with her nails, just a little bite with them, and he jumped, kissing her harder and inhaling sharply.

His left hand found her wrist and brought it up above her head, where he intertwined their fingers and kept her arm pressed into the mattress. His right feathered its way down her body, his thumb brushing her pink nipple, and he groaned into her mouth, his cock kicking against her at the same time.

He kept his hand moving downwards and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but he pushed her legs farther apart with his knee, preventing any friction, leaving her soaked and exposed with nothing to rub against.

She bit his tongue and snarled at him a little.

“So impatient…” he murmured against her lips, shaking with laughter. His hand lazily drifted along her inner thigh, making its way up across her abdomen, down the other side and tracing the other thigh with the same, slow, circular pattern.

She tried to reach between her legs with her free hand but he easily overpowered her and shoved it above her head, kissing his way up her chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth while she moaned with pleasure and frustration.

“Don’t. Move.” He ordered, releasing her hands and shifting his weight, sliding his lips across her sternum and taking her other nipple into his mouth. She bucked at the contact, but kept her hands above her head. “Good girl…” he praised.

His tongue made its way down her stomach, dipping into the lines and curves of her belly, flicking her belly button ring and making her buck again. Her hands subconsciously dropped into his hair, gripping it tight, but he snapped them back above her head and shifted back up to her neck, sliding his lips along her throat.

“Every time you move, I’ll start from the beginning,” he said against her skin.

She wanted to scream, but grabbed hold of the headboard and willed her body to cooperate, to be still…

He repeated his path with his mouth, one nipple and then the other, her belly, her bellybutton… This time she obeyed and as he got to her lower belly she didn’t move, her fingers aching from gripping the bottom of the headboard so hard.

His hands found her hips and his thumbs dug into the hollows below her hip bones, her back bending unnaturally with pleasure, a long moan winding its way out of her mouth as he smiled against her body.

But then he moved lower still, his hands finding her inner thighs and gently pushing them apart, and she suddenly felt nervous… He’d never seen her bare. Never seen her up close. And now he was right there, staring at her…

He gently eased her open and she could feel his breath on her, her muscles spasming with tension as he just… looked.

“Perfect…” he muttered, and then he licked right up her centre.

She felt like her back was going to break she bowed so hard. He grunted with male satisfaction at the taste of her, pulling her wider apart and pushing his tongue into her as deep as it could go.

He licked every part of her. Her lips, her clit, deep inside… nothing was safe from his tongue, an assault on her body like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her legs were shaking violently, her stomach clenching, her chest heaving, and on and on it went, his tongue thick and wide and moving in a slow, deep, circular motion that made her want to scream.

As he shifted his angle and moved his mouth upwards, he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it between his lips at the same time as he sank two fingers into her.

She detonated like a nuclear bomb.

She cried out so loud she had to clamp her hand over her mouth, her body turning itself inside out as he mercilessly worked her with his fingers and lips and tongue until her throat was burning from the muffled scream.

When he finally withdrew his fingers and traced lazy circles over the triangle of her trimmed pubic hair with his tongue, she started to panic that she’d peed.

She couldn’t sit up, her muscles too sore, her head spinning, but she lifted her head and frantically tried to look between her legs.

“It’s okay, baby,” he hushed her. “You’re just really, really wet, is all…”

She covered her eyes with her hands, feeling suddenly mortified, but he slid up her body and eased them away, looking at her face with a fierce expression.

“Don’t,” he said. “Never be embarrassed. Ever. Not about your body. Not with me. ”

“I made such a mess…” she whimpered, cheeks flaming.

“I love it,” he said in a guttural voice. “I love that you did that...”

He whispered dirty things in her ear, his hands roving all over her body, until she relaxed and wasn't able to think of anything but more.

As their kissing deepened, she felt her blood heating all over again, building inside of her like he was calling it to him.

“Please,” she begged, her voice soft and sweet, “please, Shane… Please… Fuck me…”

He paused, his nose skimming her collarbone. “I just wanted to do this tonight, Laney. A hundred more times, but just this. This is enough…”

She caught his face in her hands and pulled him back, looking him in the eye.

“Please, Shane,” she said. And she let all the things in her head, and her heart, pour out of her in that silent language of theirs.

“Okay,” he breathed.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He got up off the bed and walked over to their clothes, his cock bouncing merrily, and picked up his wallet, pulling out a condom.

He got back on the bed and kneeled between her legs, ripping the foil open with his teeth and pulling out the little circular rubber, pinching the end and rolling it on. He laid back down overtop of her, his eyes blazing, and smoothed her hair off her face.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said without hesitating.

He shifted his weight again, placing himself between her legs, and pushed. She winced; it was so much bigger than a finger, or two, and her heart started to race.

“Wait, Laney…” he said, a strange look on his face, “have you not… done this before?”

“No,” she said, suddenly feeling tense and anxious. How is it going to fit…

He made a strange gurgling noise and pulled his hips back an inch.

“I thought you and Nick…”

“Never,” she said softly. “I… always wanted it to be you.”

He closed his eyes like he was in pain and took a deep, steadying breath. For a moment, she thought he was going to back off and say no. But then he opened his eyes, the most intense expression she’d ever seen etched into his features, and said “It’s going to hurt…”

She nodded, and he dropped his hips into her again with a gulp.

She was soaked, and he slid into her an inch.

It was… a lot. A million thoughts and feelings flooded her mind and body, her hands snapping to his back and gripping him for comfort, her head turned to the side and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Laney,” he murmured, touching her cheek. “Laney, look at me…” She opened her eyes, and he was right there, right there with her… “Don’t be scared, okay? We’ll just go slow. And if you need to stop, we’ll stop.”

She nodded, losing herself in his smokey eyes as he sank in another inch.

She winced in earnest, feeling stretched, and invaded… a burning sensation taking over between her legs.

“Do you want me to stop?” he gritted out.

She shook her head no, still not looking away from his beautiful eyes. His chest was heaving, his arms shaking from his weight or the exertion or the nerves or all three… She didn’t know. But he looked so beautiful, hovering over her like that, that she reached up and kissed him.

He kissed her back, sinking in a little more, and her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.

This is too much… it’s too much… But it was also not enough. She wanted to feel it, to feel them really and truly interlock, feel their bodies snap into place…

“Keep going?” he asked, his voice raw.

“Yes. Shane, please… Please just do it…”

And with a moan he sank into her to the hilt.