THE LOOK ON her face pushes my cock harder against the zipper of my shorts. Her eyes are closed and her beautiful lips partially open in ecstasy. I've accomplished everything I set out to do this evening.
"You're not into him, are you?" I ask as I run my fingers along her calf.
"Into whom?" she moans.
Whom, I love it. "Lane," I clarify.
"Is that what this is about?" She peels open her eyes and gives me a glare. I dig into a small ball of muscle and her eyes close again.
I change the subject. "If Kelson becomes a problem, at least talk to Morely. If I hear through the grapevine that you're putting up with shit and not reporting it, I'll handle it myself."
"You will, will you?" She doesn't bother opening her eyes this time.