kind of day that warranted spending an evening putting hot lead through paper?"
"Exactly."
She raised her eyebrows and set a few boxes of ammunition on the bench. "So what happened?"
He shrugged. "Just the usual bullshit. You know how it goes. Managers that want to manage the unmanageable, clients that want us to alter space and time to meet their demands, employees that, well, you know how employees are."
Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "Do I ever? I may have to fire one if she doesn’t get her head out of her ass, and the last thing I need right now is an empty desk in the call center." She nodded down the range towards his target, squinting behind her safety glasses. "How’s your grouping
tonight?"
"Don’t know yet," he said, snapping the clip into his pistol. "I just got here."
She stepped back as he raised his weapon. He squeezed off a few rounds, lowering it for a moment to check his grouping. Scowling at the four holes that were more or less at the center of the target, but not grouped quite tight enough to touch, he raised the pistol again and finished the clip. When he was finished, he gave the target one last look, dropped the clip, and put the gun on the side of the bench.
"You’re still flinching," Kat said, looking at his target, arms folded across her chest.
"What? No I’m not."
"Yes you are." She stepped up to the bench, pulling her rifle out of its case. "Mind if I keep using your target?"
He gestured dismissively. "Fire away." As she loaded her gun, he considered what she’d said. "Am I really flinching that bad?"
She nodded.
"Damn," he said. "I’ve never had that problem before except with that gun."
"Maybe the trigger pull is too heavy." She shouldered her rifle, aiming it downrange but glancing back at him. "Why don’t you try mine and see if it’s any better? The forty-five is in my bag." With that, she turned her attention downrange.
Chris stood back and watched her. Just like he had at the batting cages, he let the sight of her doing something he’d watched hundreds of times before, take him someplace else. He’d always thought it was beyond sexy to watch a woman shoot, but now, he couldn’t help but notice the way her body jerked slightly with each recoil of the gun. A familiar sight, but not just because he’d seen her shoot countless times. He was used to holding her hips when her body jerked like that. Oh, if I could get away with it, Kat, I would bend you over that bench …
He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from her body before the temptation became too much. Hell, it was already too much. The security cameras could probably see what she was doing to him.
Whatever it was that drew him to the range tonight,
he couldn’t remember. When she’d finished shooting and they traded places, he put his hands on her waist and let his hips brush hers as he moved past her.
She grinned and turned around, glancing down before looking at him. "I thought your concealed weapons permit expired."
He winked. "Don’t need a permit to carry that."
She gave him a playful look. "You know, maybe I’m not in the mood for a night at the range after all." She wetted her lips and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
He gasped, grabbing the bench for balance. "My sentiments exactly. Maybe we should get out of here, then?"
She winked. "Sooner the better."
They packed up their guns, paid for their lane, and headed out. Since Kat’s place was closest and they both had guns in their trunks, he followed her to her apartment drop off her weapons. Then they rode together to his house.
~ * ~
On
"Exactly."
She raised her eyebrows and set a few boxes of ammunition on the bench. "So what happened?"
He shrugged. "Just the usual bullshit. You know how it goes. Managers that want to manage the unmanageable, clients that want us to alter space and time to meet their demands, employees that, well, you know how employees are."
Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "Do I ever? I may have to fire one if she doesn’t get her head out of her ass, and the last thing I need right now is an empty desk in the call center." She nodded down the range towards his target, squinting behind her safety glasses. "How’s your grouping
tonight?"
"Don’t know yet," he said, snapping the clip into his pistol. "I just got here."
She stepped back as he raised his weapon. He squeezed off a few rounds, lowering it for a moment to check his grouping. Scowling at the four holes that were more or less at the center of the target, but not grouped quite tight enough to touch, he raised the pistol again and finished the clip. When he was finished, he gave the target one last look, dropped the clip, and put the gun on the side of the bench.
"You’re still flinching," Kat said, looking at his target, arms folded across her chest.
"What? No I’m not."
"Yes you are." She stepped up to the bench, pulling her rifle out of its case. "Mind if I keep using your target?"
He gestured dismissively. "Fire away." As she loaded her gun, he considered what she’d said. "Am I really flinching that bad?"
She nodded.
"Damn," he said. "I’ve never had that problem before except with that gun."
"Maybe the trigger pull is too heavy." She shouldered her rifle, aiming it downrange but glancing back at him. "Why don’t you try mine and see if it’s any better? The forty-five is in my bag." With that, she turned her attention downrange.
Chris stood back and watched her. Just like he had at the batting cages, he let the sight of her doing something he’d watched hundreds of times before, take him someplace else. He’d always thought it was beyond sexy to watch a woman shoot, but now, he couldn’t help but notice the way her body jerked slightly with each recoil of the gun. A familiar sight, but not just because he’d seen her shoot countless times. He was used to holding her hips when her body jerked like that. Oh, if I could get away with it, Kat, I would bend you over that bench …
He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from her body before the temptation became too much. Hell, it was already too much. The security cameras could probably see what she was doing to him.
Whatever it was that drew him to the range tonight,
he couldn’t remember. When she’d finished shooting and they traded places, he put his hands on her waist and let his hips brush hers as he moved past her.
She grinned and turned around, glancing down before looking at him. "I thought your concealed weapons permit expired."
He winked. "Don’t need a permit to carry that."
She gave him a playful look. "You know, maybe I’m not in the mood for a night at the range after all." She wetted her lips and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
He gasped, grabbing the bench for balance. "My sentiments exactly. Maybe we should get out of here, then?"
She winked. "Sooner the better."
They packed up their guns, paid for their lane, and headed out. Since Kat’s place was closest and they both had guns in their trunks, he followed her to her apartment drop off her weapons. Then they rode together to his house.
~ * ~
On
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