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Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, another guy joined the first one in the office. Twice the threat. They turned toward the bookcase, and I froze, wondering if they knew Skel had a panic room.
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit!
Guns aimed in my direction, and I lowered to the ground, trying to lay as flat as possible. The bookcase and thin layer of drywall weren’t enough barriers to stop bullets. Maybe slow them down if I was lucky but that was it. There was nothing to hide behind, but I could move toward the couch. Sliding in that direction, I remained low, taking refuge as far to the right as I could. From this angle, I couldn’t see the monitor.
I sucked in a breath, trying not to panic. If I began wheezing, I didn’t have my inhaler. I just needed to remain calm.
I’m safe. They can’t reach me. Skel is out there, and he’ll protect me.
I repeated the mantra in my head, determined not to break down or alert the men on the other side of the wall. I could do this. Skel would find them before they could find or hurt me.
My confidence shattered when the two men opened fire.
Chapter 7 Skel
Three years earlier—
Lacey tilted her hips, grinding on my cock as I groaned. All that separated us was a bit of fabric. Her short French Maid dress and fishnet stockings. My jeans. Nothing but sin and need runnin’ through us both. Her warm breath fell across my skin as she moaned in my ear, caressing the back of my neck with the pads of her fingers.
“Fuck, Baby. You make the sexiest noises when you’re turned on.”
“God, Skel. I need you. Fuck me. Please.”
Jesus Christ. This girl. She never stopped surprising me.
“Take me out,” I ordered low, watching as she licked her lips.
Her hands slid between us as she reached for the buckle on my belt, loosening the leather before she slid the strap free. A quick pop of the button on my jeans and then the zipper lowered. Her hand reached into my underwear and gripped me.
My head fell back. Fuck. Her soft touch grew bolder as she began to stroke me from root to tip. My hips snapped with her movements as my cock grew eager. She double-fisted me, pumping faster.Aw, fuck.She’d make me cum like this.
I needed inside her before I shot my load.
“Skel. You’re so thick.”
“Not changin’ your mind, are you?”Please say no.
“No way. I want you, Skel.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I murmured, removing her hands from my dick and placing them on my shoulders. She’d need them for leverage when I began fucking her.
She rocked her hips as I cupped her pussy, grabbing the crotch of her fishnet tights and ripping a hole through thematerial. I shoved the satin of her panties aside, sliding through her slick folds.
“This pussy is sopping wet for me, huh, Baby?”
She glanced away shyly.
“Hey, none of that. You fucking own this. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she answered boldly.
“In detail,” I growled.
“I want your cock inside me.” If the lights had been on, I would have bet she blushed.
“And after I’m inside you?”
“Make me cum.”