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herself out if she was going to do the same.
    Putting a hand on his chest to push him up and indicate that she wanted to switch positions, she rolled away from him so that he could lie down. She took advantage of the break to reach into the drawer of her bedside table to retrieve a small silver vibrator that she could only hope still had fresh batteries after all the use it had been seeing recently.
    With Shane on his back, she straddled him and reached down to grasp his manhood and guide it into her. Slowly, she started to move her hips back and forth, feeling the length of him sliding in and out of her. Twisting the vibrator into a medium speed, she applied it to her bud and felt the first tingles of extra pleasure spark through her body. She could feel herself getting wetter as she rolled her hips and butt back and forth on his body, her hand on his chest for balance as she moved the tiny vibe over her now swollen button.
    Shane's hands clenched hard on her hips, the signal she'd come to know as him being close to reaching his peak. She ground herself against him even harder. Her own orgasm was right there and as she felt him stiffen under her, the warm flood of pleasure shot outwards through her limbs. She leaned back and tilted her head to the ceiling, moaning softly and rubbing the vibrator against herself to squeeze every last bit out of her climax.
    Lying there afterwards, they rehashed some of their earlier conversation, trying to take advantage of the warm afterglow of their sex to discuss difficult things without turning to anger or frustration. It was clear that his biggest frustration was money and he repeated his concern that they were always stepping over each other in this small apartment. They both deserved the space to work properly so that they could really enjoy each other's company when they were together, instead of always being uncomfortably aware of the other person's presence in the room.
    There was nothing to be done about the money, as that would have to come with time and work. Before falling asleep, they did promise each other that they'd both make a better effort to be attentive to the other person's needs and emotions while working in such close proximity. It was easy to get wrapped up in the problems of a client or a deadline, but that was no reason to take it out on the person you wanted to share the rest of your life with.
Chapter Three
    SHANE WAS ON the phone the next morning, when Bayley finally woke to make her way into the kitchen. He seemed quite distressed and animated but she couldn't piece together what he was discussing from his side of the conversation. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she instead went to her computer, waking it from sleep to check her daily news sources.
    For over an hour, he paced around their apartment, talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. He disappeared into the bedroom for a while and she didn't hear much of anything, but his constant movement and fidgeting with whatever he could absentmindedly pick up was making it impossible for her to do any real work. After exhausting all of her regular blog feeds and reloading each of her social networks for the tenth time, she finally got up and tried to catch his attention.
    “Is everything okay?” she mouthed, so as not to be heard by the other party on the call.
    He shook his head no and raised his index finger to indicate that he'd only be one minute longer. “Okay, I understand... Yes... Of course, Mom... I love you too... I will... Okay... Bye.”
    “What was that all about?”
    Shane fell heavily into his work chair and looked up at her as though just noticing her in the room for the first time.
    “My great-aunt is dead.”
    “You have a great-aunt? I don't think you've ever told me about her.”
    He ran his hand through his hair and stared at the far wall. He was only half-there in the room with her, and she was having a difficult time gauging exactly how affected he was by this news.
    “I