Shifting the Night Away by Terra Wolf, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Rachael Slate, Lucy Auburn, Jami Brumfield, Lyn Brittan, Claire Ryann, Cynthia Fox
Authors: Terra Wolf, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Rachael Slate, Lucy Auburn, Jami Brumfield, Lyn Brittan, Claire Ryann, Cynthia Fox
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limo. Please! I miss my Max. Just one more time." She leaned over and grazed his crotch with her hand. "Pretty please," she whispered. "I’ll make it worth your while."
Her touch sent chills through his body. "Only once and only for a few minutes," he said as he undressed. "You have to close your eyes. I like my privacy when I shift."
"As you wish." She put down her champagne flute and sat quietly with her hands resting in her lap. She only opened her eyes once his nose nuzzled her lap. "Aww look at you." She wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands along his coat. "I’m so glad you have this fur to keep you warm." With that, she quickly gathered up his clothes and tossed them out the window, watching them float across the highway. She turned with her arms crossed and faced him. "Imagine having a diary and having someone read all your deep secrets. That’s pretty much what you did to me. I’m not angry, not anymore anyway, but you definitely deserve a little payback."
When the limo exited the highway, she hopped out at the first stoplight and hailed the nearest cab facing the opposite direction. Charles rolled the divider down and found Peter now sitting naked and alone.
"That went well," he said with a smirk.
"Save the jokes. Please run into a store and buy me some clothes."
Mia made it back to her apartment twenty minutes before them. She wasn’t feeling as good about her payback as she thought she would, realizing she missed him already and may have made a grave mistake. She was about to call him when she heard honking outside. She leaned out the window to find Peter in a Knicks T-shirt and shorts that were slightly too small.
"Nice outfit."
"It’s all we could find at the souvenir shop. Do you feel better?"
She squished her fingers together. "Maybe this much."
"I ate a pound of dog treats for you and this is what I get?"
She covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. "I forgot about that."
"Trust me. I’ll remember for both of us. Will you please come down? I really have a surprise for you."
"If those shorts keep creeping up, everyone on the block will get a surprise."
He laughed and motioned for her to come down. When they were back inside the limo, she sat next to him and grabbed both his hands.
"I’m sorry. Thanks for coming back for me."
"No, I’m sorry," he said. "For everything. I just didn’t know what else to do to make you like me."
"For what it’s worth, I really do like you." She turned and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his.
"Ouch," he moaned. "These shorts are too small for a boner."
They burst out laughing as she slid back onto her own seat. "Later. I believe I owe you one."
The limo drove for about fifteen minutes before slowing to a halt. Charles rolled the divider down again and announced their arrival. "How about I just open the roof window, given your current wardrobe malfunction?"
"That’ll do," Peter said as he helped Mia to her feet.
They emerged to find themselves in Times Square. It was crowded with noise and energy as people milled about. "Times Square? We aren’t going to be part of some crazy flash mob video, are we?"
He shook his head. "Look behind you."
She turned and saw tourists snapping photos and buying hot dogs from a cart. "We’re having hot dogs?"
"Look up."
She screamed when she saw her face staring back at her. There she was, all four stories of her, on an enormous billboard for Curves and Lace. She was wearing the "M" dress and holding her hands out. The Empire State and Chrysler buildings had been photoshopped into her palms along with a caption that read "Curves Rule This City."
"That’s me!"
"I know!"
"You took that photo!"
"I know! Do you like it?"
"I love it! I really love it!" She jumped up and down before wrapping her
Her touch sent chills through his body. "Only once and only for a few minutes," he said as he undressed. "You have to close your eyes. I like my privacy when I shift."
"As you wish." She put down her champagne flute and sat quietly with her hands resting in her lap. She only opened her eyes once his nose nuzzled her lap. "Aww look at you." She wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands along his coat. "I’m so glad you have this fur to keep you warm." With that, she quickly gathered up his clothes and tossed them out the window, watching them float across the highway. She turned with her arms crossed and faced him. "Imagine having a diary and having someone read all your deep secrets. That’s pretty much what you did to me. I’m not angry, not anymore anyway, but you definitely deserve a little payback."
When the limo exited the highway, she hopped out at the first stoplight and hailed the nearest cab facing the opposite direction. Charles rolled the divider down and found Peter now sitting naked and alone.
"That went well," he said with a smirk.
"Save the jokes. Please run into a store and buy me some clothes."
Mia made it back to her apartment twenty minutes before them. She wasn’t feeling as good about her payback as she thought she would, realizing she missed him already and may have made a grave mistake. She was about to call him when she heard honking outside. She leaned out the window to find Peter in a Knicks T-shirt and shorts that were slightly too small.
"Nice outfit."
"It’s all we could find at the souvenir shop. Do you feel better?"
She squished her fingers together. "Maybe this much."
"I ate a pound of dog treats for you and this is what I get?"
She covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. "I forgot about that."
"Trust me. I’ll remember for both of us. Will you please come down? I really have a surprise for you."
"If those shorts keep creeping up, everyone on the block will get a surprise."
He laughed and motioned for her to come down. When they were back inside the limo, she sat next to him and grabbed both his hands.
"I’m sorry. Thanks for coming back for me."
"No, I’m sorry," he said. "For everything. I just didn’t know what else to do to make you like me."
"For what it’s worth, I really do like you." She turned and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his.
"Ouch," he moaned. "These shorts are too small for a boner."
They burst out laughing as she slid back onto her own seat. "Later. I believe I owe you one."
The limo drove for about fifteen minutes before slowing to a halt. Charles rolled the divider down again and announced their arrival. "How about I just open the roof window, given your current wardrobe malfunction?"
"That’ll do," Peter said as he helped Mia to her feet.
They emerged to find themselves in Times Square. It was crowded with noise and energy as people milled about. "Times Square? We aren’t going to be part of some crazy flash mob video, are we?"
He shook his head. "Look behind you."
She turned and saw tourists snapping photos and buying hot dogs from a cart. "We’re having hot dogs?"
"Look up."
She screamed when she saw her face staring back at her. There she was, all four stories of her, on an enormous billboard for Curves and Lace. She was wearing the "M" dress and holding her hands out. The Empire State and Chrysler buildings had been photoshopped into her palms along with a caption that read "Curves Rule This City."
"That’s me!"
"I know!"
"You took that photo!"
"I know! Do you like it?"
"I love it! I really love it!" She jumped up and down before wrapping her
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