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Shane quickly explains what happened at the anniversary party, and it only causes my ire to grow. The last thing my freaking boss needs to hear about is the drama in my life.
“That motherfucker. Alyssa, I will take care of this. I swear it.”
I hold my hands up. “Stop. Everyone just…just take a breath. Let me speak.”
Shockingly, everyone shuts up and three pairs of eyes stare at me as I pace in Sawyer’s office.
Finally, I turn to them, my hands on my hips. “Sawyer, I appreciate you having my back. I hope you know I would never do anything to jeopardize my position with the company.”
“Of course not. I’d never think that, no matter what Wellsley tries to say.”
Cheyenne nods her agreement. “We’ve never had a single moment of pause where you’re concerned. We know you and we know Shane. That’s not either of your styles.”
“I appreciate that,” I inform them. “I would also appreciate that this not go beyond this room. I’m prepared for whatever he has in store for me.”
Shane steps forward to protest, but I hold a finger up for him.
“And you. If you ever come to my place of employment and go over my head, straight to my boss, I will never forgive you. Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
With that, I turn on my heel and leave, heading to the stairs instead of taking the elevator because Shane will soon try to catch me and sweet-talk me out of my anger.
But I don’t want that right now.
Right now, I just want to be pissed.
I let myself into Shane’s place after work. I’ve had time to calm down, and I’m going to deal with this the best way I know how. I’m going to fight dirty.
I’m still in my coat when I find Shane in the kitchen, a nearly empty glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Pour one of those for me?” I ask.
He must not have heard me come in, because he jumps when he hears my voice. A visible swell of relief crossed his features, almost as if he hadn’t expected me to be here.
“I told you before: I’m not apologizing for something I’m not sorry for.”
“Then what the hell are we doing here, Shane?”
He looks up at me with haunted eyes. “We’re disagreeing.”
A smile plays at my lips, but I don’t want to let him off the hook that easily. “I appreciate you wanting to be protective. I really do. When it comes to my work, though, you have to trust that I can handle it myself.”
“I do. I trust you. It’s just…you love your job and I don’t want to stand in the way of that. So it was either knocking some heads around down there or breaking up with you. And I wasn’t fucking doing that, so…beating my chest won out.”
I laugh. “Well, that’s a relief, because if you were breaking up with me, it’d be really awkward when I do this.”
Hope shines in his eyes, and just like that, the last bit of irritation melts away. After a long chat over wine with Cheyenne, I’m more understanding of the situation now than I was before. After all, according to her, Sawyer would’ve done the same thing. So instead of dwelling on it, I just want to move on, and I can’t think of a better way to do it than naked.
Slowly, I unbuckle the belt of my coat, brushing the material off my shoulders, revealing a whole lot of nothing but bare skin underneath.
Shane’s eyes darken at the sight. “Alyssa…” he growls.
I silence him by climbing into his lap, the center of my core pressing against the rigid erection straining against his shorts. I slide one hand inside the waistband and release him, rubbing his cock against the slippery folds of my pussy until the tip of his cock slips into my wet entrance as if it has a mind of its own.
It feels so damn good, and it’s only now I realize that it’s because he’s bare. I don’t even care. It feels so good, too good, and I moan my pleasure as our bodies connect in the most intimate way. I didn’t exactly mean for this to happen, but I also can’t complain because he feels more incredible than ever before.
He jolts, looking up at me, his eyes wide with traces of both panic and desire. Shane’s hands find my hips, lifting me up and off him. I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Shane, please.” My voice is breathy, wanton, and my insides quake with need from missing the contact.
