After helping Brad close the contract with Frank, I would not have thought I would need a fix so soon. Yet, the hunger pulled ever so barely within me, absorbed with lust. Pure instinct.
"We will acquaint him to Marla."
Marla was Micke's wife. The idea of passing Shaman off on her was too funny.
"You sound jealous," I laughed at.
I pulled Micke toward me, and he reacted by dragging me on top of the desk. I moved my hands down to loosen his pants.
"I am," he groaned. Crouching over, he pulled the bra down to bare my breasts and slipped his mouth to one of the nipples. He paused. "Are you sure you did not fuck him?"
"I think I would recollect something like that."
A bang sounded at the door, and Micke instantly jumped away from me, pulling up his pants. "Shit."
I, too, sat up and retreated to my chair. With Micke's eyes on the door, I instantly used some more shape-shifting to straighten myself up and rebutton my blouse.
