Page 120 of Here & There

“It’s almost like a small town in the city,” I remark as we head inside.

“See?” She smiles, looking so happy. “It’s not all bad.”

The condo itself is so Shelby it makes the air leave my lungs. The furniture is soft and plush and in all bright colors. There’s a whole wall covered in different sized frames, filled with photos and paintings that don’t appear to have any cohesion—except for all the camels—but work all together. She’s got about a hundred houseplants, all lovingly cared for. “My neighbor,” she explains when I ask her how they’ve stayed alive. “She’s eighty-one and pretty much my best friend. We bond over trips to the garden store.”

I meet her neighbor. She’s an elderly Chinese woman with enormous glasses and short white hair. She comes approximately up to my lowest rib, but she still swears that if I do anything to hurt her Shelby, she’ll straight-up murder me. “I have plenty of shovels. And I know which endangered species to plant over your body. They’ll never find you.”

“Mrs. Liu!” Shelby says, but she’s holding her stomach she’s laughing so hard.

Luckily Mrs. Liu winks at me before she leaves, which Shelby assures me means I’m probably safe.

Shelby has her meeting with Clientzilla this afternoon. It’s Friday, and she says she wants to not have to think about itfor the rest of the weekend. But as she gets dressed in a sexy power suit she pulls out of her bedroom closet, she hums what I swear is theRockytheme. She doesn’t look like she’s particularly dreading the meeting. She looks like she’s in her element, sticking on these tasteful gold droplet earrings and straightening her suit jacket.

“What time is your meeting?” I ask from my spot on the bed. I’m lying back with my arms behind my head, watching her through the open door of the bathroom.

Watching her round ass, specifically, as she bends over and digs around in the lower cabinet.

“It’s in an hour,” she says. Then she turns around, batting her lashes. “Why?”

I rise up on my elbows. “Because I need to know if I have time to fuck you first.”

“Mac!” she says as if scandalized, but a moment later, she’s crawling onto the bed with me. “Twist my rubber arm. But it has to be quick.”

“You know I can do quick,” I say. “I shouldn’t admit that openly, should I?”

Shelby laughs. She’s told me a hundred times how she loves how I can’t control myself around her.

She moves to pull off her jacket, but I place my hand on hers. “Leave it on. I want to fuck you in that suit.”

“I can’t show up to my meeting with sex wrinkles!”

“Then we’ll just have to keep you on top.”

Her eyes flare.

I unbutton her shirt for her without sitting up, tugging her bra down. Even before her breasts are free, my dick strains hard against my zipper. When they are, I know I’ve got a full hard-on. Still, I’m a glutton for punishment, so I say, “Come here,” beckoning her to lean over me so her tits fall into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” Shelby says, dipping her body in a rhythm that has me licking and sucking at her will instead of mine. I fucking love it.

Finally I reach down between us and unbuckle my pants, needing to free my painfully constrained cock.

“Come up here,” I tell her, stroking myself.

“Where?”

I point to my face.

“You want me to?—”

“Sit on my face? Yes.”

“No.”

I frown. “Why not?”

“I’ll squish you.”

“I like being squished.”

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