21. Lex
Am I crying? Shane has stilled behind me, his lips on my skin as he holds me and listens. I can’t make sense of how I feel. My clit throbs from his sensuous touches, the feel of him hard and warm around me. But my head is a mess, my pulse thundering in my ears. A hot, wet tear curves down my cheek as I put words to something that has simmered unacknowledged for weeks.
“You are enough,” Shane rasps.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my breath catching as I try to exhale. “I know.”
“Do you?”
Nodding, my skin breaks out in goosebumps as he resumes his kisses.
“Say it.”
“I’m enough.”
“I think you need a reminder.” He hums a thoughtful sound. “I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
Shane straightens, taking his lips and heat away as I fight the urge to whine. I want his touch on me, want to feel him as he breaks me apart. Sitting up, I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
“What do you need?”
“I want to get rid of a rule. Linc mentioned nothing on Athena property. How strongly do you want to stick to that?”
I lick my lips. “Why?”
He cocks his head, that predatory look heating my blood. “I can feel the tension in your body, can hear the hesitation in your voice when you should be confident in your worth. I want to help, but you’ve set boundaries and I respect them. It’s up to you.”
“What do you want to do?”
His chuckle is dark. “More than we have time for, so I’ll settle for tasting that sweet pussy properly for the first time.”
My core clenches at the thought, my nipples rising. “Properly?”
Shane grins, tapping my hip to encourage me to move. I do, and he slips off the couch, then kneels on the carpeted floor in front of me, his hands stroking my exposed thighs.
“You’ve kissed Linc after he’s had his tongue buried in you, then kissed me. I want more than a secondhand hit.”
My skin flushes. The memory of kissing Linc, then turning immediately to Shane, fills my mind and quickens my breathing. I glance at my office door, weighing the risk. Miles blocked my lunch hour, and my door is locked. I can keep quiet, can”t I? Shane’s grin turns wicked, and I know he’s watching me decide to say yes.
He stands, sauntering over to flip the lock on the door gently enough it doesn’t click and announce our intent to the office.
Shane walks back to stand on the other side of the coffee table, posture relaxed.“What do you say, Lex? Will you let me remind you that you are enough?”
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling one barrier around my heart crumble as I break yet another of my rules.
He reaches up, slowly unbuttoning his powder blue button down to reveal his tattooed torso. The black and gray ink, depicting a mountain landscape, a lighthouse, and a treed forest, stretches across his muscled chest and down his defined, veined forearms.
Shrugging off his shirt, he tilts his head again, eyes narrowed in challenge. And just like that, he’s in charge.
“Yes, sir.”
The weight of my day flows away as I utter those words and give myself over to Shane. Anticipation and desire roar through me as I wait for his instruction.
“Drop your skirt.” He speaks softly, respecting my desire to keep what happens next between us.
Standing, I finger the side zip on my tight skirt, drawing it down and stepping out of the material as it falls. I go to draw my thong down, and Shane tsks.
“Do only as I say,” he orders, stepping closer. “Sit down on the edge of the couch, thighs spread. Hands on your knees.”
I comply, wanting to whimper in protest of the order I suspect is coming.
“Not a sound,” he murmurs, kneeling in front of me. “Keep your position, or I stop.”
He wants verbal acknowledgement, I know. “Yes, sir.”
He hums in the back of his throat as he leans in to kiss my inner knee, his lips soft and tongue wet as he swirls it against my flesh. My heart pounds as I hold back the sounds I want to make as his teeth graze my inner thigh before he nips sharply. I suck my lip into my mouth to stifle the yelp that tries to break free, my fingers tightening on my knees until my knuckles are white.
Shane takes his time getting to the apex of my thighs, biting and soothing my skin in turn. I glance down and want to swoon at the sight of him between my legs, his broad hands engulfing my legs. His tattoos are on full display, the dark beauty of all that ink on his toned body stealing my breath.
Suddenly, Shane’s mouth is on me, licking and teasing through the lace of my thong. I slam my lips and eyes shut, focusing on keeping back the gasp that wants to rip free as he nibbles and sucks. I can feel the wetness gathering, heat and electricity building in my core.
He draws back and I fight the whimper, swallowing it down. I open my eyes to meet his satisfied gaze.
“Let go and lean back. You can move, but stay quiet.”
I breathe out an acknowledgement as I obey, resting my shoulders low on the back of the couch, my neck at a sharp angle that almost forces me to watch him. Shane bends back to my pussy, roughly pulling my thong aside and thrusting his tongue into me. My back bows as I thrust my hips closer to him.
He laps at me, then focuses his attention on my clit as his fingers stroke at my entrance. Barely pushing two into me, then retreating, he teases me. His tongue slides around my clit and he pulls it into his mouth, bringing me so close to the brink that my body shudders with tension. Shane hums in approval and I bite down on my lip, a tiny moan nearly escaping.
I writhe against him, unconsciously trying to fuck his fingers deeper into me, but Shane denies me. He keeps barely breaching my opening, then pulling back, and I want to cry out in frustration. He’s testing me. The second I have the thought, I force myself to drain the tension from my limbs and relax into the couch. If it’s a test, I’m going to fucking pass.
The moment my body stills, he shoves both fingers in and bites lightly on my clit. My gasp is inevitable as my body bows in pleasure, my core trembling as my orgasm hovers just out of reach. He strokes the top of my channel as he pulls his mouth away, smirking up at me.
“That was a sound, Lex.”
I bite my lip, my eyes rolling back as heat and pressure build in my core.
“I’ll let that slide, just this once,” he murmurs.
He stares at my pussy as he continues to fuck me with his hand, his eyes dark with want. Gently, he swipes another finger against me, gathering my wetness before sliding it down to my puckered hole.
“Have you had someone here?” He taps against my ass.
I shiver as I nod.
“Did you like it?”
Another nod.
“That’s good,” he croons, putting more pressure and rubbing his finger in a small circle. “Linc and I can’t wait to take you together.”
My pussy clamps down on his fingers at the suggestion, my body trembling. He doesn’t falter, his touch firm and commanding as he pushes me ever closer to oblivion. I’m torn between the sensations wrought by his hands, my breath ragged as I climb.
“Can you imagine?” he rasps. “Me in your cunt and Linc here?”
Fucking hell, yes, please. I want that.He breaches my tight hole with the tip of his finger, swirling it around in a lazy circle as he speaks. I can picture Linc’s hard length in his place, the image so vivid I nearly moan.
“Do you want that, dirty little slut? Want us to fill you at the same time and fuck you until you scream?”
His filthy mouth is going to be the death of me. I can’t hold in my reply, the words tumbling free with the delirious force of my need.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck, yes, sir. Please.”
“Then you better fucking come for me,” he growls.
Shane leans forward and sucks my clit into his mouth as he pushes his finger deeper into my ass. My toes curl as my orgasm hurtles through me, sending me into the stratosphere as I clap a hand over my mouth to try and contain the unstoppable moan. He strokes and sucks me through it, wave after wave breaking me into nothing more than a limp, breathless mass of pleasure.
Waiting until I fall still, Shane gently pulls away, his fingers slipping from me and leaving me both sated and wanting. I came hard, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, but the idea of the two of them inside me left me feeling almost desperate with desire. I’ve never felt so shamelessly greedy.
Shane stands and adjusts himself, the hard outline of his cock making my mouth water. I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“This was about you, baby. I’m good,” he says, walking over to the bathroom in the corner of my office.
I can hear the sink run, and the vague need to put my skirt back on crosses my mind. Before I can muster the energy to act on the thought, Shane returns.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous when you come,” he swears. “Almost made me forget you didn’t keep quiet.”
I look up at him, blood rushing in my ears. I can’t stay silent enough for a punishment here. Shane chuckles as my mind conjures the image of my staff staring at my office with wide eyes.
“I think Linc might want in on your punishment. We’ll have to put it off until he can join us.”
His eyes glint as he watches me realize I’ll be carrying the anticipation indefinitely. I swallow roughly and close my eyes, flopping back onto the couch.
“Fuck.”
Shane pats my knee. “You’ll like it.”
“I know, that’s the problem,” I mumble. “I’m not a patient person.”
He laughs, sharp and carefree, and I grin as I push myself upright, then stand. My legs are shaky, making me stumble.
“Here, let me help,” Shane urges, sitting on the coffee table and resting a hand on my hip.
I watch as he smooths his fingers along my bunched underwear, settling them gently back over my swollen lips. They’re so wet it’s pointless to keep wearing them. Shane strokes along my seam once, then looks up into my eyes.
“Do you want them?” I whisper.
His grip tightens on the thin lace. “Fuck yes, I do.”
He wastes no time, tugging sharply and ripping them right off my body. Pressing the material to his face, he inhales deeply and groans before shoving them in his pocket. Shaking his head, he picks up my skirt and holds it open for me to step into. I do, and he drags it up my legs, his fingers leaving scorching lines along my skin.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters as he watches me fasten my skirt and smooth it.
“Then we’re even.”
His expression is stoic as he considers me, then looks down. He seems pensive, almost withdrawn, and I want to know what’s going through his head. I wait for him to say something, but he just stands and regards me.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
A soft smile curls my lips as I loop my arms around his waist. “Green.”
“Good.” He studies me for a long moment, reaching one hand up to cup my jaw. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. “Now, do you remember what you are?”
I frown as I process his question, the sense that there’s only one correct answer nagging at me. He watches my thoughts unfurl across my face, expression soft, and I remember our earlier conversation. Letting out a halting breath, emotion wells deep in my chest. This man.
“Enough,” I say, my voice cracking.
He reaches up to hold my face in both hands. “Never forget it.”
Shane crashes his lips into mine. He kisses me like he needs me to survive, like I’m the lifeline tethering him to this earth. I lean into him and return it in kind, our lips and tongues waging a fierce, passionate battle. When we part, he rests his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath.
“Thank you, Shane.”
He inhales deeply, then straightens and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re welcome.”
Shane drops a hand down to squeeze mine in farewell before walking away. He pauses at the door and unlocks it slowly, then meets my gaze.
“See you soon, baby.”