She’d found a T-shirt and sweat pants in the filing cabinet. Both were a little big, but better than the dress. She’d put the T-shirt on, but left the pants off.
“I can hear you thinking,” she murmured.
“Telepathic now?”
“No. You’re just thinking so loud it’s burrowing into my skull.”
He let out a huff of air.
“Are you worried about the tests?” she asked.
“No, I don’t care.”
She lay silent a moment and then asked, “Do you think I should have gone home?”
“Yes.”
“Would you miss me?”
“It’s irrelevant. You’d be safe…safer.”
“I hope Jason listens to Sam. That’s all I care about, that him and Mom are safe. I’m not worried about me.”
“I don’t think you can protect me here. You should have gone with them.”
“I’ll do my damndest.”
“Are you protecting me for Sam’s benefit?”
She caressed her fingers along his jaw. “No.” She turned his face toward hers.
Their lips met, soft and warm. When they broke the kiss, his eyes shone faintly in the light from the window.
“You sure about that?” he asked. “This isn’t just to impress Sam?”
She frowned. “Why would it be? You think I’d risk my life to impress him?”
“Would you?”
“No. God, Micha. What are you—”
He rolled toward her and kissed her again, deeper and fiercer. This gesture took her by surprise. He hadn’t been so adamantly physical in a long while. He pressed her against the bed. His scent and the weight of his body overwhelmed her, waking her up from the sleepy stupor she’d fallen into.
“Micha,” she gasped as he broke the kiss. “We can’t mess around here.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear, his warm breath making desire crawl up the nape of her neck. “I don’t care. Screw them.” He slid his tongue down her neck, past the collar of the loose T-shirt to her clavicle.
“Are you sure?” she whispered. “They could be watching us.”
“Let them watch.”
He lifted his head and kissed her again—his “we’re going to have sex” kiss. He forced her mouth open and plunged his tongue in. She wasn’t sure if being so taken aback unnerved or excited her. She pushed her tongue against his, exploring the hard ridges of his teeth with the ball of her tongue ring and then plunging deeper into the wet softness behind them. Arousal thrummed in her, spreading through her belly and down between her thighs.
He hooked a finger in the top of her panties. She hadn’t mustered the strength lately to tidy up down there, as it was pointless. Neither of them cared if they were dirty and unshaven. Also, they’d done a lot of heavy petting and fooling around lately, but they hadn’t had actual penetrative sex in over a month.
Micha sat up and tugged her panties down over her hips. She lifted her bottom off the bed to help him out.
He stroked his fingers up her slit. “You’re already wet.” His voice had gone to a dark, sexy place.
“You’re in a mood.” She opened her thighs wider. “What the hell’s gotten into you?”
“Might be the last time I get to do this. Let me get undressed.”
He pulled off his shirt—he had jeans and a T-shirt on, without the disguise over him. June pulled her shirt off too. Being exposed in a strange, dangerous place made her edgy, but she wasn’t about to pass up this rare opportunity. If they were watching, let them watch. She would give them a show.
She sat up and helped him undo his jeans. As she unzipped them she opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her.
“Don’t say anything.” He placed a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
She didn’t talk. She pushed his pants and underwear down instead. He was fully hard, the head of his cock glistening in the light from the window.
She wrapped her fingers around that thick, swollen heat, and leaned over and sank her mouth over him. What she couldn’t get in her mouth—a few inches, because she was damn good at this—she used her
“I can hear you thinking,” she murmured.
“Telepathic now?”
“No. You’re just thinking so loud it’s burrowing into my skull.”
He let out a huff of air.
“Are you worried about the tests?” she asked.
“No, I don’t care.”
She lay silent a moment and then asked, “Do you think I should have gone home?”
“Yes.”
“Would you miss me?”
“It’s irrelevant. You’d be safe…safer.”
“I hope Jason listens to Sam. That’s all I care about, that him and Mom are safe. I’m not worried about me.”
“I don’t think you can protect me here. You should have gone with them.”
“I’ll do my damndest.”
“Are you protecting me for Sam’s benefit?”
She caressed her fingers along his jaw. “No.” She turned his face toward hers.
Their lips met, soft and warm. When they broke the kiss, his eyes shone faintly in the light from the window.
“You sure about that?” he asked. “This isn’t just to impress Sam?”
She frowned. “Why would it be? You think I’d risk my life to impress him?”
“Would you?”
“No. God, Micha. What are you—”
He rolled toward her and kissed her again, deeper and fiercer. This gesture took her by surprise. He hadn’t been so adamantly physical in a long while. He pressed her against the bed. His scent and the weight of his body overwhelmed her, waking her up from the sleepy stupor she’d fallen into.
“Micha,” she gasped as he broke the kiss. “We can’t mess around here.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear, his warm breath making desire crawl up the nape of her neck. “I don’t care. Screw them.” He slid his tongue down her neck, past the collar of the loose T-shirt to her clavicle.
“Are you sure?” she whispered. “They could be watching us.”
“Let them watch.”
He lifted his head and kissed her again—his “we’re going to have sex” kiss. He forced her mouth open and plunged his tongue in. She wasn’t sure if being so taken aback unnerved or excited her. She pushed her tongue against his, exploring the hard ridges of his teeth with the ball of her tongue ring and then plunging deeper into the wet softness behind them. Arousal thrummed in her, spreading through her belly and down between her thighs.
He hooked a finger in the top of her panties. She hadn’t mustered the strength lately to tidy up down there, as it was pointless. Neither of them cared if they were dirty and unshaven. Also, they’d done a lot of heavy petting and fooling around lately, but they hadn’t had actual penetrative sex in over a month.
Micha sat up and tugged her panties down over her hips. She lifted her bottom off the bed to help him out.
He stroked his fingers up her slit. “You’re already wet.” His voice had gone to a dark, sexy place.
“You’re in a mood.” She opened her thighs wider. “What the hell’s gotten into you?”
“Might be the last time I get to do this. Let me get undressed.”
He pulled off his shirt—he had jeans and a T-shirt on, without the disguise over him. June pulled her shirt off too. Being exposed in a strange, dangerous place made her edgy, but she wasn’t about to pass up this rare opportunity. If they were watching, let them watch. She would give them a show.
She sat up and helped him undo his jeans. As she unzipped them she opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her.
“Don’t say anything.” He placed a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
She didn’t talk. She pushed his pants and underwear down instead. He was fully hard, the head of his cock glistening in the light from the window.
She wrapped her fingers around that thick, swollen heat, and leaned over and sank her mouth over him. What she couldn’t get in her mouth—a few inches, because she was damn good at this—she used her
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