THE LOOK ON her face pushes my c**k 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 s**t and not reporting it, I'll handle it myself."
"You will, will you?" She doesn't bother opening her eyes this time.
My fingers dig in and travel farther up her leg. She smells h
