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we’re a part of it.”
    “Atkinson wants me to
help him lance a blister between his toes.”
    All right, I’m smiling.
    “Okay, that’s
disgusting,” she says, “but you know how good this place looks on a resumé . Hell, getting kicked out of the lobby will land you
a couple hundred-thou anywhere else.”
    “I guess.”
    For all her flaws, this
is why I love Annabeth. She always knows how to cheer me up when I’m starting
to look at the edge of the building too seriously.
    “There you go,” she says.
“Now you get in there, and you lance the shit out of that old dude’s blister!”
    I laugh. “You almost had
it there,” I tell her.
    “Took it one too far, didn’t
I?” she asks, smiling back at me.
    As I’m walking back into
the building, the strangest thought comes into my mind.
    I think it started as a
way to comfort myself and keep Annabeth’s pep talk going, but the direction my
brain just went is strange and I don’t like it.
    At
least I have Dane to go home to.

 
    Chapter Six
    The
Building across the Street
    Dane

 
 
    She doesn’t really talk
to me, so I can’t be sure, but I’m starting to get the feeling that Leila
doesn’t like me.
    It probably didn’t help
that I only learned her name last week when I was going through her mail. Maybe
it wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t caught me in the act.
    After knocking that lamp
off the table in the living room last night, it’s probably best if I don’t go
home tonight. As I open my eyes and take in the gorgeous view that is this
naked redhead, I think I’ll be fine.
    “You know,” she says,
pulling me down to her mouth, kissing me softly, “I never do this.”
    They never do.
    “Well, I’m glad you made
an exception,” I tell her.
    The next thing I know,
she’s somehow pulled me down onto the bed, rolled us both so she’s now on top,
and she’s sliding me inside of her with a greedy look in her eyes.
    Her muscles wrap around
me, holding me tight, and I kiss her neck as she breathes, “You feel amazing.”
    “So do you,” I respond.
It’s not the most romantic or clever option, but it’s close enough.
    She leans back slightly,
positioning her breasts directly in front of me, and I take her nipples into my
mouth, each in their turn, drawing little circles with my tongue.
    She leans back further
and now I’m running my hand between her breasts and down the front of her body,
her skin so warm to the touch.
    “I love the way you fill
me up,” she moans, and I place my hands on her hips, guiding her smoothly up
and down my erection.
    I meet the motion of her
hips with my own and we move in sensual harmony, our only goal to bring each
other to that release that just makes every problem in the world seem so
trivial.
    “Can I ask you
something?”
    “What’s that?” I ask.
    She continues to rock her
hips, and she throws her head back, her long, red hair flipping with the
motion.
    Her eyes are closed as
she utters, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but I’ve never had
the courage to ask anyone.”
    “Sure,” I said. “What is
it?”
    She leans forward and
presses into me hard. She’s reaching for something with both hands, but from
where I’m lying, I can’t tell what until I feel the cold metal around both
wrists.
    I snicker a bit.
    “A bit kinky,” I tell
her, “but that’s all right.”
    “Shut up, bitch!” she
yells and slaps me hard across the face.
    I can feel her growing
wetter, and I think maybe it’s time she and I have a little talk.
    “I’m really not into any
rough stuff,” I tell her.
    “Oh,” she says, pulling
off of me. “I’m so sorry.”
    A moment later, my hands
are free and she’s sobbing uncontrollably.
    I haven’t the slightest
idea what I’m supposed to do here.
    “It’s all right,” I tell
her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
    “No, it’s not,” she says.
“I’ve just always wanted to make someone my bitch.”
    Okay, now I really don’t
know