Blackmail (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance)
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When he was ready and came close enough for me to wrap my arms around him once more, I found that I wasn’t sure of myself.
“Shane…”
“Look at me.” His command left me no room to do anything else. “I will stop if you tell me to, but I want this. I know you want this. Let this be.”
It felt wrong, but as his head pushed up against my core, it felt so right. I nodded hesitantly, and he pushed his hips forward.
Wow.
As perfect as his cock had looked attached to his body, it felt even bigger and better inside of me.
My eyes fluttered closed to focus on the sensations that Shane created inside of me. It was a symphony of sensation, a languid journey that wrapped tendrils of fire around my skin like a sheath, until every nerve was aflame and every movement brought me closer and closer to fruition.
“S- Shane… I’m going to come,” I told him, as though he couldn’t figure it out for himself. I needed him to know that I was reaching an apex, a peak, the end of the journey. He deserved to know the exact moment that I crashed through my euphoria.
As my inner muscles started to move and spasm, I could feel the way his member swelled, growing larger and harder, adding to my own pleasure as it started to fire off inside of me.
I shook in his arms as the tidal wave washed through me and kept going, giving no mercy, no option but to dig my nails into his back and hold on for dear life.
The comedown was swift and sweet, and to my surprise I didn’t find myself full of regret and remorse like I thought I would.
Shane turned away to dispose of the condom, and I looked around for my underwear. Where the hell could they have gotten to? Once I’d located the bra on the floor behind the desk and the panties hanging off the back of one of the chairs, I shimmied into them as quickly as I could, suddenly shy.
“In a hurry to leave?” Shane asked, eyebrow cranked.
Feeling even more like a cheap whore as I got dressed into Stace’s short skirt and low cut top, I averted my gaze. “It’s getting late. My roommate will be getting worried, I need to get home.”
He looked like he had to swallow back some words, but merely nodded as he pulled on his own underwear. Had that been a hint of disappointment? Had Shane Hamilton actually expected more from this than a brief office fling with the newest assistant?
A piece of my heart was pulled by that thought, screaming at me to go back into his arms and stay there for as long as he would have me. The rational side of my brain shut down the impulse. I needed to find a way to get the information the blackmailers wanted from me, or else I was as good as dead. There had been nothing of value that I could find on his computer after lunch. I couldn’t afford to fall in love with Shane Hamilton.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.
He didn’t speak, merely nodded, his eyes indecipherable. I could feel them on me all the way out the door.
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