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"Hi. You must bePalmerandCharlie. Do you have your passes?"
I hand over the cards, and after taking a cursory glance at them, shegiveseach of us one of the suits. We climb into them and zip them up. Lisa helps us put up our hoods andslidea plastic face shield over our heads. Then she puts thick rubber gloves on each of us and hasPalmerdon a pair of rubber boots over her sandals."No open-toe shoes,"she chirps.
Palmergivesme one more questioning look before Lisa opens another door at the back of the vestibule. She ushers us inside.
"Feel free to use whatever tool you'd like. We have bats, clubs, pipes–your choice. When the light turns red,"she points to a fixture above the door currently blinking green,"your time is up. As soon as the light turns solid green, you canstart. Have a smashing time!"She waves and then slips out the door.
Palmerturns in a circle and takes in the room full of glass. Crystal vases, porcelain dishes, mirrors, and shelves full of other glass artifacts are waiting to be smashed to smithereens."You brought me to a rage room?"
The light turns solid green. Ipickup a bat and nod at her to choose her weapon."I thought you might have some residual rage you wanted to get rid of."
Palmer's face glows and even behind the warped plastic shield, I can see her huge smile."I love it."
She hefts one of the lightweight pipes and raises it above her head. She cracks her neck from side to side."Let's do this."
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Palmer
When we returnto my place, I directCharlieto the garage entrance. He parks and we ride the elevator to my floor. We don't speak; the air thrums with anticipation. His thumbmovesin small circles on the back of my hand as heholdsit, each pass over my skin sending a current straight to my clit. When the doors open, I practically drag him down the hall to my door. My hands tremble when I try to put the key in the lock, which becomes even more difficult when he pushes behind me, his hot breath skating across the back of my neck. He grasps my hip with one hand andmovesmy hair to the side with the other, exposing a spot behind my ear I didn't know was so sensitive until he presses a lightkissto it.
"Need help getting it in?"he murmurs. His low, velvety timbre zings right to my core and I nearlydropthe keys.
I breathe out a nervouslaugh."Isn't that why you're here? To help me?"
By some miracle I unlock the door and together we tumble inside. The door shuts behind us, and he spins me toward him, cupping my face in his hands and holding me still as his mouth crashes down onmine. He licks into my seam, and once I'm past the initial surprise of histouch, Imeethistonguestroke for stroke. My hands roam up his back, reveling in the heat of his skin and hard, muscular contours through his shirt. I scratch my nails across his traps then let my hands drift to the tight curve of hisass.
He groans and walks me backward until my back hits the wall beside the couch. I try to guide him to my right, to the more comfortable cushions, but he growls–growls–and the sound not only stops me, but makes my already damp panties wetter. I whimper when he presses his hardness against the juncture of my thighs, all the while continuing to plunder my needy mouth. I part my legs and move myhips, hands delving in the waistline of his pants to clench his perfectassandpushhim harder into me, seeking the precious friction of his clothing-coveredcockagainst my clit.
Hekisseshis way down from my lips to my chin to the side of my neck and suckles on the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck and shoulder. I tilt my head for more access, moaning as his hands squeeze my breasts, lifting them tomeethis lips as he spreadskissesacross thetopof them.
I love the feel of his mouth on me, but bending causes him to move and I lose the sweet pressure on my most sensitive nerves. I hiss in frustration andpullhim back agains me. He laughs against my skin.
"Needy little girl, aren't you?"he rasps.
I bite mylipand look up at him."Are you going to give me what I need? Is this my first lesson?"
His smile tightens for a moment, but then his dimples appear and his eyes glint in the soft light from the floor lamp I'd left on."Sure. If you want to call it that."
"What would you call it?"I ask breathlessly as his handsslideup the hem of my dress to my very lacy, very wet bikini briefs.
"Dessert."He licks his lips."I didn't have any at The Barn, and I like to end my evenings on something sweet."
My eyes, half-lidded as a haze of lust clouds my brain, fly open. Hekissesme, this time slow and probing, histonguemoving in and out from between my lips in a steady rhythm. His fingers twist in the side of my panties as he starts pushing them down.
"I bet you're sweet, baby. I bet you'll taste like peaches and berries,"he murmurs against my lips. His fingers slick through my wetness and his moan joinsmine."You're wet. Sofuckingwet. Is this all for me?"
My nod is jerky as anxiety wars with the desperate, greedy need inside me. No one, especially notBrennan, has ever expressed any interest in tasting me. On rare occasions, he'd return the favor, but he didn't enjoy it, which meant I didn't enjoy it. What if there's something about me–
"Where did you go?"Charliewhispers, bringing me back to the present. His hand stops moving, and he draws it out from under my dress.
"I–nowhere–I,"I stammer. Iclosemy eyes, my cheeks on fire. I'm ruining the moment."Let's keep going."
"Hey.Hey,"Charlieholdsmy hip with one hand and lightly caresses my cheek with the other."You gotta be in this with me, babe. You've got to tell me if I'm doing something you don't like."
"What if it's something you might not like?"I lower mygaze.
"Honey, I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't like to do with, or to, you."He lifts my chin."What do you think I won't like? Because so far, I'm infuckingheaven."
