Page 32 of Dirty Intentions

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Shane

In a place like this, the rumor mill runs rampant. That’s why I waited until later that evening to approach Daniella. Somehow I knew I wouldn’t find her in the best of moods after the exchange with Heather I’d heard about. What I found most impressive was how Daniella had kept her cool with Heather.

I found her poring over her notebook, an adorable little frown on her face as she crunched the numbers with a pen between her lips.

“You trying to get out of here sooner by working late nights?”

She glanced up and then back toward her book. “Considering how often people keep asking when I’m leaving, I’d say it’s in everyone’s interest to get this done quickly.”

“Not everyone. Did you lose the panties?” If I was a betting man, I’d say she absolutely hadn’t.

“What do you think?” She finally put down her pen, stood up, and focused fully on me.

I walked towards her, stopping a breath away from her. “I think if I were to reach up under your dress, I’d find cotton.”

She smirked. “Satin, but yes.”

“Ah, but the question is would it be wet?”

“What are we doing, Shane?”

This wasn’t a question I was familiar with hearing, let alone answering. But then again, Daniella was the type of woman I was normally avoided. Yet here I was, about to step into dangerous territory. “Redefining our timeframe.” I brushed my fingertips down the column of her neck, feeling her shiver at my touch.

“To what end?”

This was the part about which I needed to be absolutely clear. Not only did I want to ensure things didn’t get messy, but I also wasn’t a complete asshole and didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. I’d made that mistake when I was younger and hurt someone who’d fancied herself in love with me. “The same end it would have been if this was still yesterday morning.”

She sucked in a breath when my hand moved up her dress, stroking her inner thigh. “I think I’m having déjà vu from our first time.”

I smiled in remembrance, brushing my knuckle over the soaked material. “I do believe I was behind you, loving the way your ass fit perfectly against me.”

She leaned in. “Does this new arrangement include kissing?”

I shook my head, partly regretful because she was a great kisser.

“Too intimate?”

“I don’t want any misunderstandings. This isn’t a relationship, a start of one, or anything resembling one.”

“Thank fuck, because the last thing I want is another one right now.”

I threw my head back and laughed at her unexpected words. Then I got serious, cupping her chin. “What do you want, then?”

She smiled. “You. And although I’m okay with the no kissing, I’m not okay with sharing.”

“Monogamy without kissing. That’s a new one.”

Her gasp was like music to my ears when I moved her thong to the side and plunged a finger deep inside of her.

“Think of it as short-term exclusivity. I realize in your position that might make things difficult, but oh—oh, God.”

I didn’t let her finish her thought, instead curling my fingers up and bringing her to orgasm, loving the rush of wetness coating my fingers and running down her thighs.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“I—Jesus. I can’t even remember my own name at the moment.”

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