Page 65 of The Harborer
She let out a low groan. “God, yes!” Her face was turned to the side, cheek pressed against the desktop, eyes closed, and her expression was pure carnal bliss.
He picked up the pace, his fingers moving with unrelenting purpose, curling inside her in that just-right spot, stretching her. Her lips parted, and she mumbled a string of incoherent words that sounded vaguely like curses. Then she bit her bottom lip and emitted breathy, keening noises.
She was so, so close.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he rasped. As soon as he got her off, he was going to take her hard and fast. The condom he’d tucked away was ready to spring from his pocket.
“Hello! Anybody here?”
Fucking hell!
Amy’s eyes popped open, and she scrambled off the desk so quickly she sent pens, an inbox, and a stapler clattering to the floor.
“Amy? Are you there?” The intruding voice paused. Sounded like a woman. “Is everything all right?”
“C-coming!” Eyes on Shane, she yanked up her leggings over her slightly-askew thong, adding in a tone so low only he could hear, “At least Iwascoming.”
Her T-shirt had fallen partway down her chest, and she lifted it so she could reclasp her bra, offering him another enticing view. Either the cups were too small, or her tits were too big for a quick refitting, and she struggled to get the thing fastened. Not that he was about to offer suggestions. No, he was enjoying the show way too much.
“Want some help?” he thought to ask, though his words came out sounding like sandpaper.
She shot him a glare he hoped wasn’t real. “You’ve helped enough, Deputy.”
The bra finally in place, she tugged the T-shirt down and stuffed it under the apron’s strings. Then she smoothed the shirt and her hair. “How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat.” Raising his fingers, he slid them into his mouth and licked them … slowly.
“I’ll need to see you in my office later.” The demand rushed out of her in a lust-laced hiss.
“You can count on it.” He leaned forward and licked the shell of her ear. “And I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me between your legs every time you take a step.” Resuming his position, he crossed his arms. His eyebrows bounced suggestively.
Her eyes flared wide, and her mouth opened and closed. Recovering herself, she cleared her throat and surveyed the mess on the floor.
“I’ll pick it up for you,” he offered.
“Thank you.” She pointed a finger at him. “And don’t forget to, um, wash your hands.”
“Yes, boss.”
Adorably flustered—and flushed—she reached for the knob when the door flew open. Amy squealed and hopped backward. Framed in the doorway stood Joy Hunnicutt, shock evident on her face.
“Oh! Shane! I didn’t realize you were here.” Her eyes scoured him top to bottom—thank fuck for the apron hiding his raging hard-on—before moving on to the items strewn across the floor.
“We had a, uh, l-little accident,” Amy stammered, rushing to add, “Shane’s helping me today.”
Joy turned her startled eyes to Amy. “I’m so sorry, Amy. I was worried when I didn’t see anyone, and with the Micky situation and all …” Her gaze returned to Shane, again moving over his entire frame. “But it looks like you’ve got everything … handled.” Her gaped-mouth expression slowly transformed into a smirk.
Amy grabbed Joy’s upper arm and practically shoved her out the door, bolting after her. “What can I get you this morning, Joy?”
Shane heard Joy say, “It’s what you can get for meandEstelle. This is her last day,” as her voice trailed off.
“Great,” he muttered. “Just great.” Well, Estelle leaving Fall Riverwasgreat, but her being on the other side of the wall wasn’t. He was more motivated now to hang out in Amy’s office and pick things up for her. As he bent to grab pens, he realized with horror that the apron had slipped. It hadn’t done a damn thing to hide his boner.
“Oh, even better!” he mocked aloud. Of course, if he hadn’t let his savage self take control and try to do Amy on her desk, Joy Hunnicutt would have had no idea what had really been going on. The bulge in his pants was evidence he couldn’t explain away.Didn’t have anywhere else to put my socks, so I slid them into my pants.He paused for a moment, letting a slow grin form. Suddenly, helikedthe idea of Joy knowing exactly what they had been up to on Amy’s desk. Joy would finally get that he and Estelle were never going to happen, and she’d talk her friend out of chasing him. Then she’d tell Charlie, who would tell Noah, who would tell Hailey, and Dixie would overhear it. The whole town would know by lunch time that Amy Caufield and Shane O’Brien had been romping in her office.
God, he loved Fall River!
He picked up the stapler and turned it over, looking for damage. Finding none, he placed it on the desk and let his mind wander back to what had been happening on that surface mere minutes ago. He’d never finger-fucked a woman on a desk before. Or done anything else remotely sexual with her on a desk either. Not only had the opportunity never presented itself, but he’d never even considered it beyond the odd teacher fantasy. With Amy, though, his mind raced from one filthy possibility to the next. Something aboutherbrought it out inhim. He wanted to tryeverythingwith her.Doeverything to her wherever and whenever. Over and over and over.
