Page 72 of Fierce-Dane

“Don’t hold back,” he said. “You wouldn’t let me, I’m not letting you.”

It was as if she needed him to say that.

To let her guard down and her body to relax.

It wasn’t relaxing though when she started to come.

His lips had closed around her bud. He wasn’t just sucking on it but almost moving his lips around as if he was savoring it.

Then his teeth bit down slightly and she shouted, “Dane! Do it again.”

He did. Not just once. Not twice. But three times.

It might have been the longest she’d come in her life.

When she felt like there wasn’t one pulse left in her body, she slid her legs out so that she was lying on top of him.

“Did you mean to shout like that?”

She laughed. “I did.” Her hands went to the back of his neck. “Let me rub this for a minute. You probably hurt yourself keeping your head up.”

“Don’t insult me,” he said. “That was fast.”

“I was worked up,” she said. She did give him a few quick rubs and then rolled off of him.

He sat up and grabbed his clothes and they got dressed at the same time.

“Now I’m really starving,” he said.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I’ve got some granola bars and other snacks in my office if you want.”

“Sure,” he said. “It will hold me over until I get home.”

He followed her to her office and she opened her drawer and he pulled out what he wanted.

When they got to the front, she grabbed her keys to lock up.

“This was great,” she said.

“Aren’t you going to check me out?”

Her eyes moved over him. “I believe I just did.”

“Very cute,” he said, getting his wallet out and handing over his credit card.

“No,” she said. “I’m not charging my boyfriend for a massage.”

“Sloane,” he said. “Don’t be stubborn. This is your business.”

“It is,” she said. “And it’s my choice. Considering how we ended it, I couldreallyget in trouble.”

She was smirking at him. “I’d never tell. Plus, I did the same to you so you know, they canceled each other out.”

“You make a valid point, but I’m still not charging you.”

He let out a sigh and put his card back but pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He tipped her fifty the last time which was more than twenty percent on a ninety-minute massage but not unheard of either.

“Then take the tip,” he said.

---