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were above all that physical stuff."
"Are you kidding? That physical stuff is what guys are made off."
"What happened to frogs and snails and puppy dog tails?"
"Ah, those were the days."
"Right. Now it's all about spiderwebs ," she said and collapsed in on herself as if she'd exhausted her energy reserve.
Tripp had to keep her going. She'd be better able to stand up to Vuong , stay safe, stay strong, when alert. "What were you and your mother arguing about?"
Her eyes fluttered open and she laughed with a reckless hysteria. "About my choices in men."
"Oh, really." He perked up at that. "Sounds like a better way to pass the time than talking about me."
"What makes you think talking about the men in my life doesn't include you?"
"Does it?" he asked with a gulp.
"It should. Especially considering my mother's biggest complaint is that my two longest-running relationships have been with men belonging to a questionably criminal element."
"I'm crushed. Criminal element indeed."
She shrugged. "Hey, if the web fits."
He chuckled. "Funny girl."
"Do you have one, Tripp?"
"A web? A criminal element?"
"A girl."
He sighed, leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against her temple, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. "I'm pretty sure I do. At least I'm working on it."
"Oh, Tripp." She dusted kisses over his cheek, huddling up into the cradle of his neck and shoulder. "When we get out of here, can we work a little harder? Together? I'd really like it if we could."
"You're not just saying that because you want to swing on my web, are you?"
"No, I'm saying it because you've teased me for months. And because I didn't get the chance earlier to finish what I started."
He pretended to ponder. "That's true. That was all rather one-sided."
"Not my intention, trust me."
Talking about sex here and now seemed a bit like fiddling while the Titanic went down. But he was up for any distraction to keep Glory calm.
It was unfortunate Vuong had bound their hands. And damn unfortunate that Tripp himself had been the one to stash the knife.
"Well, if your intentions involve giving as good as you got, I'm all for some heavy-duty exploration of what you have on your mind."
"Giving as good as I got? You think rather highly of yourself, don't you Shaughnessey ?"
"I'm just a man confident in his skills."
"Oh, I see," she said, her mouth twisting around what he was sure was a hell of a laugh at his expense. "What're you going to do if I give even better?"
"Guess I'll be up a creek and have to do a lot of extra paddling to make up for it."
"If by paddling you mean spanking, no thanks. But if by paddling you mean, well. . ."
Cute. She'd embarrassed herself into a corner. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, rubbing his lips over hers lightly, gently, teasingly, because he wanted her to be the one to open up and beg.
He wanted that because it was so much easier to let himself fall when he knew he wasn't falling alone.
When she opened her mouth, she opened it with a whimpering groan, bathing his lips with the barest tip of her tongue before pressing the seam where he held his mouth in a tightly determined line.
The funny thing about determination, he mused, was how quickly the reasoning behind it fell into a big black hole of need. The physical, he readily owned up to. The emotional, however, he was just beginning to understand when the storeroom door crashed open for the second time.
Nine
Glory jerked away from the bliss that was Tripp and banged the back of her head on the wall. Tripp scrambled to his feet. She wasn't quite as quick, what with not being a superhero and wearing a really short skirt.
Boy, had it seemed like a good idea at the time she'd been dressing this morning. And, boy, what she wouldn't give to turn back the clock and start this day over. She'd wear a flour sack and a chastity belt if given the magical chance.
But this was her reality, and she managed to stand just as the professor who wasn't
"Are you kidding? That physical stuff is what guys are made off."
"What happened to frogs and snails and puppy dog tails?"
"Ah, those were the days."
"Right. Now it's all about spiderwebs ," she said and collapsed in on herself as if she'd exhausted her energy reserve.
Tripp had to keep her going. She'd be better able to stand up to Vuong , stay safe, stay strong, when alert. "What were you and your mother arguing about?"
Her eyes fluttered open and she laughed with a reckless hysteria. "About my choices in men."
"Oh, really." He perked up at that. "Sounds like a better way to pass the time than talking about me."
"What makes you think talking about the men in my life doesn't include you?"
"Does it?" he asked with a gulp.
"It should. Especially considering my mother's biggest complaint is that my two longest-running relationships have been with men belonging to a questionably criminal element."
"I'm crushed. Criminal element indeed."
She shrugged. "Hey, if the web fits."
He chuckled. "Funny girl."
"Do you have one, Tripp?"
"A web? A criminal element?"
"A girl."
He sighed, leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against her temple, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. "I'm pretty sure I do. At least I'm working on it."
"Oh, Tripp." She dusted kisses over his cheek, huddling up into the cradle of his neck and shoulder. "When we get out of here, can we work a little harder? Together? I'd really like it if we could."
"You're not just saying that because you want to swing on my web, are you?"
"No, I'm saying it because you've teased me for months. And because I didn't get the chance earlier to finish what I started."
He pretended to ponder. "That's true. That was all rather one-sided."
"Not my intention, trust me."
Talking about sex here and now seemed a bit like fiddling while the Titanic went down. But he was up for any distraction to keep Glory calm.
It was unfortunate Vuong had bound their hands. And damn unfortunate that Tripp himself had been the one to stash the knife.
"Well, if your intentions involve giving as good as you got, I'm all for some heavy-duty exploration of what you have on your mind."
"Giving as good as I got? You think rather highly of yourself, don't you Shaughnessey ?"
"I'm just a man confident in his skills."
"Oh, I see," she said, her mouth twisting around what he was sure was a hell of a laugh at his expense. "What're you going to do if I give even better?"
"Guess I'll be up a creek and have to do a lot of extra paddling to make up for it."
"If by paddling you mean spanking, no thanks. But if by paddling you mean, well. . ."
Cute. She'd embarrassed herself into a corner. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, rubbing his lips over hers lightly, gently, teasingly, because he wanted her to be the one to open up and beg.
He wanted that because it was so much easier to let himself fall when he knew he wasn't falling alone.
When she opened her mouth, she opened it with a whimpering groan, bathing his lips with the barest tip of her tongue before pressing the seam where he held his mouth in a tightly determined line.
The funny thing about determination, he mused, was how quickly the reasoning behind it fell into a big black hole of need. The physical, he readily owned up to. The emotional, however, he was just beginning to understand when the storeroom door crashed open for the second time.
Nine
Glory jerked away from the bliss that was Tripp and banged the back of her head on the wall. Tripp scrambled to his feet. She wasn't quite as quick, what with not being a superhero and wearing a really short skirt.
Boy, had it seemed like a good idea at the time she'd been dressing this morning. And, boy, what she wouldn't give to turn back the clock and start this day over. She'd wear a flour sack and a chastity belt if given the magical chance.
But this was her reality, and she managed to stand just as the professor who wasn't
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