Page 58 of Dirty Intentions

As evidence, I realized I’d wanted too badly to prove myself in his eyes. Earn his impossible trust by finding the damn boxes in the frigid cold and figuring out the mystery of his lost revenue. But my quest had left me cold, both literally and figuratively. I wasn’t any closer to earning his trust. And I was a fool for not realizing my motivation ran deeper than simply doing my job and an even bigger one for allowing myself to be hurt by it.

That alone made me glad I was leaving tomorrow. I needed to get Shane out of my system.

The knock at the door instantly caused butterflies. I opened it to the object of my thoughts.

He stepped inside, cupping my face. “I’m sorry. So sorry for doubting you. My only defense is I was exhausted, and I didn’t want to believe someone who has been with Max and me from the beginning could do such a thing. I fucked up, Dani.”

I swallowed hard. “You hurt me by assuming I’d made it personal towards her.”

“I know. And I’m sorry. You were right. She’d been stealing with the help of the distributor who kept the box counts off the receipts. And Eric had been helping her to hide the numbers, making it harder for me to see it.”

Of all the things he could’ve said, Eric’s involvement shouldn’t have shocked me, but it did. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “For what? If it wasn’t for you, who knows if we ever would’ve found out the truth? I not only owe you an apology, but a big thank you, too.”

Before I could respond, his lips descended to mine, the kiss so unexpected that I pulled back in shock, meeting his eyes.

“I’ve never wanted this more than I do right now.”

A mix of vulnerability and sincerity were reflected in his gaze. If this was our last night, who was I to deny something I’d longed for every time we were together? I didn’t hesitate to pull his mouth back to mine, aware he was moving me into the room and letting the door shut behind him.

His tongue tangled with mine, making me desperate for this intimate contact to continue. One taste wasn’t enough. Instead, it felt like I’d been starved for it and was finally getting my fix. He must’ve felt the same as he didn’t break contact, instead deepening the kiss and throwing everything in his arsenal at it with lips, tongue, and teeth. His hand tangled in my hair while the other went straight for my pussy.

“So fucking perfect every time,” he whispered, moving his kisses to my ear and throat. “I want nothing between us.”

“God. Yes.” Meanwhile, the logical part of my brain thought, why? Why on the last day? But it was overruled by lust. Yep, now I knew how after-school specials were made. And I couldn’t even say my intentions were good. Because they were, oh, so dirty instead. Which is why, when he buried himself deep inside of me, skin on skin, coming deep inside of me, I reveled in our last time together.

After falling asleep in his arms, I awoke with a start the next morning. Checking my phone, I breathed a sigh of relief at the time reflected. I had a plane to catch in four hours. Glancing over, I saw Shane still fast asleep. Considering he’d pulled an all-nighter and then had marathon sex with me, I couldn’t say I was surprised.

Even after I’d showered and dressed, he was still passed out. I was tempted to wake him, but for what? A sad goodbye? A stupid hope that he’d want me to stay? I thought about a note, but the same problem persisted. What would I say? It was fun?

Turns out it had been a hell of a lot more than that.

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