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sensation of him filling her completely sent
her soaring in ecstasy.
    The feel of Alyssa’s warm pussy squeezing his cock soon had
Shane joining her. He held her hips tightly, sealing them together, until he
was drained. Then he collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the chair while
they both caught their breath.
    Finally Alyssa said, “Come on, McKade. Get up. Let’s go get
comfy and do that again.”
    * * * * *
    “What are you watching?” Alyssa strolled out of the bedroom,
wearing Shane’s tee shirt.
    “Max’s video. Brett made us each a copy of it. They were on
the table when I got up this morning so I guess he dropped them off sometime
last night.” Shane motioned for her to sit while he poured her a cup of coffee.
    “He was here?”
    “Apparently.” He handed her Brett’s note with the cup.
    It read, “ Noticed the clothes. Again! Didn’t want to
disturb you but here are the copies as promised, both of them. Is there
something I should know? Call me .”
    Alyssa groaned. “This is turning into a nightmare.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Not you. I was referring to the fact that Brett now knows I
spent the night. Again.”
    “Ah, I hate to break it to you, Pixie but he would have
already made the assumption that you were here, whether or not he actually
confirmed it. He may not know why you were wearing my tuxedo jacket yesterday
but he’s sure to guess that it was some kind of payback. He saw the way I was
looking at you and I’m sure my desire was obvious.”
    She almost giggled. “I’d say so.”
    “So, you see, he already had our activities as a forgone
conclusion. I can guarantee that his teasing won’t be any worse now than it
would have been after last weekend.”
    “I guess. I’m just not entirely sure I trust him to keep his
mouth shut yet.” She shrugged. “Rewind this. I want to see the whole thing.”
    “Ever heard the word please?”
    She glared for a moment. “Fine. Pleeese, McKade, let me
watch the video.” She batted her eyes in an exaggerated way. “Any chance of
some leftovers to go with it?”
    “You’re hopeless, absolutely hopeless. Hang on for a second.
I have French toast all ready to cook. It’ll only take a minute.”
    “French toast? Real French toast? Not from the toaster? Are
you sure you’re not gay?” She followed him to the kitchen and perched on the
counter again while he cooked. At his raised eyebrow, she laughed, “Guess I
already know the answer to that, huh?”
    “I should hope so. Of course,” he grinned wickedly, “I could
always turn this off and give you a little demonstration.”
    “After I eat, that smells too good and I’m hungry.”
    “I see. You’re only interested in my food.”
    “Don’t get so prickly, I’ll get to your body in a little
while.” She hopped off the counter and stood behind him, wrapping her arms
around his waist. As he worked on breakfast, she nibbled on his back.
    “You better cut that out, Campini,” he whispered harshly
when her hands caressed his chest. “I may not be able to finish what I’m doing
here if you don’t.”
    Instantly, she stepped away from him. “Sorry, can’t have
that.” She chuckled at the expression on his face. “I promise, I’ll get back to
you after we eat and watch the video. Did you see all of it?”
    “No, just the first few minutes.” He reached for plates.
“I’ll trade you breakfast for a kiss.”
    “Okay,” she readily agreed and placed a quick kiss on his
cheek, before grabbing for her plate.
    Shane held it out of her reach. “Not so fast, Pixie Queen. I
demand a real kiss, not whatever that thing was that you just tried to pass off
as one.” With his free hand, he snagged her and pulled her against his chest.
Holding her gaze, he slowly lowered his head until his was just a breath away
from hers. “I’m waiting.”
    “Damn you, McKade,” she growled as she reached up and forced
his head down to close the distance between them. Meeting his lips, she kissed
him