Page 18 of Wild Hearts

“Where are you going?” she asks, setting her coffee cup next to her.

“I was going to finish putting together the breakfast I made you,” I tell her, stepping between her legs, resting my hands on the side of her hips.

“You made me a promise last night.” She rests her hand on my neck and starts playing with my hair.

“I did, didn’t I?” I smirk.

“As it turns out, I don’t want you as much as I did last night.” She sighs, moving in close, ghosting my lips with hers.

My heart stops at the thought of her changing her mind. I meant what I said. I didn’t want to rush into things last night and find out she regretted it in the morning.

“I want you more,” she murmurs before firmly pressing her lips to mine.

My worry evaporates within seconds. I grasp her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter and into me, making us both moan.

“Striker could walk in at any moment,” I remind her.

“Maybe he will learn to knock,” Shane murmurs before kissing me again.

I break away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, making her arch. “Are you sure?”

Shane wraps her legs tighter against my hips. “Don’t stop, Mick, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

She gasps as I suck her sports bra covered nipple into my mouth. I let go and blow air on it, making it pebble more.

“Your wish is my command, baby girl.” I smirk.

I reach for the zipper between her breasts and drag it down. Once the zipper is free, I push her bra slowly down her shoulders, taking her in.

“God, you’re a fucking dream,” I tell her, pushing the bra to the side.

Shane reaches down, stroking me through my gym shorts. “I hope you know how to use this.”

“Don’t worry, I got you, but let me have my fun first.” I push her back onto the cold marble countertop, making her hiss.

I tease one nipple with my tongue and the other with my hand. As I nip one, I pinch the other, making her scratch me with her nails.

“More,” she moans.

I move down her body, trailing kisses and lightly biting her skin, making her whimper. I grasp onto the hem of her short shorts when we hear it.

Ding. Ring. Ding. Ring. Ding.

“Is someone video calling you?” I ask, inching her shorts down little by little.

“Who cares.” Shane rubs herself against me, making my cock harder.

“You’re soaked, is this all for me?” I trail my pointer finger down the seam of her shorts.

“You, only you,” Shane whimpers.

“Lift.” I slap her thigh, pulling her shorts.

A moment later the house phone rings. I groan and go to pull back, but Shane keeps me close.

“Leave it. The machine will get it.” She leans forward, kissing me.

“Who even has a house phone anymore?” I tease as I kiss my way down her neck.

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