Mirrie woke up the next morning to Shane kissing his way down her body.
She pried one eye open, glanced at the clock, sat up with a gasp.
“Shane, I've got to go to work! God, I'm already late!”
Roughly, he pushed her down again. “You're not going to work today.”
“I'm not?”
“Nuh-uh.” That wicked mouth was busy once more as Shane ran his tongue between her breasts, over the scars from her horrible beating. “I called Spider an hour ago, and said you'd be taking the day off.”
“You did?”
“I did.” He nipped her belly button, moved down, placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her lower stomach.
“What did he say?” She arched a bit. “Was he OK with it?”
“Totally.” Kiss. “Completely.” Kiss. “Absolutely.” Kiss. “OK.”
Mac mouthed tiny kisses over her swollen lower lips now, tasting her arousal
