Page 28 of Dirty Intentions

“No, stay. We’ll go.” He moved towards Heather.

I heard her ask in a voice that was unmistakably meant to be overheard, “Do we have a raincheck for tonight, lover?”

Damn. Perhaps it was time to work extra hours to get done with this job because, now that we’d been together, the thought of Shane with anyone else made my stomach turn.

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It was after nine o’clock at night on Christmas Day, but still I worked. I was determined to get through my first two years of an audit that would go back a total of five. The good news was it was all reconciling. The bad news was that I wasn’t sure my work was the only reason I was here so late. Sure, I was known to work long hours, but I admitted to myself I was still here tonight out of morbid curiosity. I wanted to see if Shane would be partaking in the night’s show.

I hadn’t seen him during the remainder of the day. Although Max had long ago given me the key to my hotel room next door, I hadn’t moved from my spot at the desk. The exception was a late lunch, when I couldn’t ignore the hunger pains any longer and had taken a break to grab a burger from the bar.

Unable to stand the uncertainty of whether or not Shane was down below in one of the playrooms, I shut my laptop down and put everything in my bag. This way if I did see him, I could leave quickly. Taking a deep breath, I went over to the door that I assumed led to the viewing room where one could see down below. I don’t know if I was relieved or not when the handle turned, allowing me access.

A quick glance showed me the room was empty. The couch and two chairs made it the perfect ‘box suite’ to watch all of the action below. I stepped close to the glass and glanced down. There were quite a few people, although nothing close to how many had attended the Christmas party.

My breath caught at the sight of a very well-muscled man standing naked in the center of the room. There were two women placed on their knees: one in front of him, her hand wrapped around his massive erection and one in back, kneading and kissing his firm buttocks. Surely she wasn’t going to— Holy shit. She was. Both women literally dove into their front and back door tasks while the man threw back his head in complete ecstasy.

“Do you like to watch, Daniella?”

Jesus. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Shane’s voice. When I attempted to turn, he wasn’t having it.

“Face forward and tell me.”

I licked my lips. “I find myself fascinated with it all.”

His breath came at my neck, and I had to resist the urge to turn around and throw myself on him.

“Why did you come in here tonight?”

I didn’t bother to lie. “I wondered if you would be down there.”

“If I had been, would you have stayed to watch me?”

“No.”

His fingers undid my bun, letting my hair fall down my back. “Does this turn you on, to watch the man down there with two women on their knees pleasuring him?”

“With you here, yes.”

“Put your hands up against the glass.”

“What?” I attempted to turn around, only to have his hard body crowd my space.

“I said, place your hands on the glass. And spread your legs.”

My shaking hands took purchase on the window while I widened my stance slightly, wondering what in the hell he had planned. Unable to help myself, I asked, “What are you doing?”

A shudder ran through my body when his hands cupped my backside.

“Admiring your black dress and the way it hugs your curves.”

“I thought the agreement was only last night.” Not that I was complaining, but my mind struggled to keep up with both my body’s agenda and now his.

“What if we said twenty-four hours instead?” His fingers had slipped between my legs and under the crotch of my panties.

“Yes. Twenty-four hours.” Although, technically, it was past that. I cursed my stupid brain for numbers and told it to shut the hell up.

“You’re so wet. Were you this way while watching Philip below?”

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