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“We aren’t being very sensitive. Forgot about spilling coffee on you earlier.” He released her chin and grabbed her hand to pull her to standing.
She hadn’t noticed her knees at all.
She was still stuck on the words “smokin’ hot woman”.
Stephanie stood taller than the men now, and they both dipped their heads to inspect her knees. Her skirt was too long. It reached just below her knees. Aiden pushed it up without comment and held it high on her thighs. Dane grazed his fingers over her pink skin.
Stephanie wobbled on her feet, her body threatening to collapse under their intense scrutiny so close to her bare skin. She stepped back and grasped them both by the shoulders to steady herself. “I’m fine.”
Dane cocked his head to one side. “Are you shy in general, or just hiding under that prim outfit?”
If he only knew how close he’d come to the truth.
“I’m gonna go get more of that ointment.” Dane glanced at Aiden and jumped up, quickly leaving the room.
Aiden stood also and stepped toward her, backing her up until she hit the desk. He looked concerned. Chagrinned.
Stephanie grabbed the edge of the desktop with both hands, but the air whooshed out of her when he grasped her hips and lifted her onto the top.
Dane returned, holding the salve up in the air. “Found it.”
As though she were more like a possession than a human, they worked together to “fix” her. Neither man looked her in the eye. Aiden pushed her skirt up high on her thighs to expose the pinkened areas of skin. His touch overwhelmed her senses and she couldn’t stop herself from grasping his hand on her skirt to keep him from continuing any higher. Oh my God.
Her panties grew wetter, and a flood gate opened when he patiently swatted her hand away and drew the hem up even higher. Dane knelt between her legs. From that location he would be able to see her panties.
Lightheaded, she couldn’t keep from holding her breath. Which panties was she even wearing? It wasn’t as though she’d expected anything like this when she left the house this morning. Hell, she didn’t own much lingerie. Simple white cotton was more her style.
When she wanted to take the edge off in the privacy of her home, she generally did so naked. No one to impress with sexy underwear.
Dane worked the ointment gently into her skin for the second time today. His fingers might as well have been working her clit for as erotic as this scene was playing out.
Stephanie leaned back and braced herself with both hands on the desk. She couldn’t catch her breath. She panted. God, she was pathetic.
“Your legs are so smooth,” Dane crooned. Wasn’t he finished? Either her imagination had run wild or he was caressing her skin beyond the necessary.
Thank God she’d happened to shave that morning. She didn’t always. Every few days was sufficient.
“Do you tan?” Aiden asked. “Or is your skin naturally this shade of brown?”
She was born this way, darker hair, dark eyes, and a Mediterranean skin tone. Must have been her father. She didn’t remember him and had no pictures.
“You can speak freely, Steph.” The nickname he’d assigned her was something she’d never used in her life. Somehow, all those years of correcting people flew out the window. The name sounded exotic from Dane’s mouth. Sexy. She loved it. “We aren’t really playing the part anymore.”
“Um, I think my dad was French or something.”
“You don’t know?” Dane asked.
“He left when I was very young. Never came back.” Holy hell, she’d never told anyone this.
“I’m sorry. That sucks.” Aiden released his grip on her skirt and smoothed her hair back off her face, his hand resting on her cheek.
That touch was the kindest she’d ever really experienced, except occasionally from her mom when she’d been smaller. It was quickly erased by the hand Dane set on her thigh, however, making her flinch. His fingers kneaded her flesh precariously close to her
She hadn’t noticed her knees at all.
She was still stuck on the words “smokin’ hot woman”.
Stephanie stood taller than the men now, and they both dipped their heads to inspect her knees. Her skirt was too long. It reached just below her knees. Aiden pushed it up without comment and held it high on her thighs. Dane grazed his fingers over her pink skin.
Stephanie wobbled on her feet, her body threatening to collapse under their intense scrutiny so close to her bare skin. She stepped back and grasped them both by the shoulders to steady herself. “I’m fine.”
Dane cocked his head to one side. “Are you shy in general, or just hiding under that prim outfit?”
If he only knew how close he’d come to the truth.
“I’m gonna go get more of that ointment.” Dane glanced at Aiden and jumped up, quickly leaving the room.
Aiden stood also and stepped toward her, backing her up until she hit the desk. He looked concerned. Chagrinned.
Stephanie grabbed the edge of the desktop with both hands, but the air whooshed out of her when he grasped her hips and lifted her onto the top.
Dane returned, holding the salve up in the air. “Found it.”
As though she were more like a possession than a human, they worked together to “fix” her. Neither man looked her in the eye. Aiden pushed her skirt up high on her thighs to expose the pinkened areas of skin. His touch overwhelmed her senses and she couldn’t stop herself from grasping his hand on her skirt to keep him from continuing any higher. Oh my God.
Her panties grew wetter, and a flood gate opened when he patiently swatted her hand away and drew the hem up even higher. Dane knelt between her legs. From that location he would be able to see her panties.
Lightheaded, she couldn’t keep from holding her breath. Which panties was she even wearing? It wasn’t as though she’d expected anything like this when she left the house this morning. Hell, she didn’t own much lingerie. Simple white cotton was more her style.
When she wanted to take the edge off in the privacy of her home, she generally did so naked. No one to impress with sexy underwear.
Dane worked the ointment gently into her skin for the second time today. His fingers might as well have been working her clit for as erotic as this scene was playing out.
Stephanie leaned back and braced herself with both hands on the desk. She couldn’t catch her breath. She panted. God, she was pathetic.
“Your legs are so smooth,” Dane crooned. Wasn’t he finished? Either her imagination had run wild or he was caressing her skin beyond the necessary.
Thank God she’d happened to shave that morning. She didn’t always. Every few days was sufficient.
“Do you tan?” Aiden asked. “Or is your skin naturally this shade of brown?”
She was born this way, darker hair, dark eyes, and a Mediterranean skin tone. Must have been her father. She didn’t remember him and had no pictures.
“You can speak freely, Steph.” The nickname he’d assigned her was something she’d never used in her life. Somehow, all those years of correcting people flew out the window. The name sounded exotic from Dane’s mouth. Sexy. She loved it. “We aren’t really playing the part anymore.”
“Um, I think my dad was French or something.”
“You don’t know?” Dane asked.
“He left when I was very young. Never came back.” Holy hell, she’d never told anyone this.
“I’m sorry. That sucks.” Aiden released his grip on her skirt and smoothed her hair back off her face, his hand resting on her cheek.
That touch was the kindest she’d ever really experienced, except occasionally from her mom when she’d been smaller. It was quickly erased by the hand Dane set on her thigh, however, making her flinch. His fingers kneaded her flesh precariously close to her
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