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that.”
    “Right. And I should pay you for renting out your carpet space, I guess?”
    He’d offered an office, but she wasn’t a desk kinda gal if she could help it.
    “Don’t be absurd,” he scowled. 
    “Right back at ya.”
     

Chapter Six
     
    Shane
     
    Over the last few years, Shane had had reasons to feel pretty guilty about avoiding Brooke. She’d always been dear to him, and not seeing her on her birthdays, or even her graduation, had really hurt.
    He’d reasoned that he needed to get over his… interest in her, before resuming their previous relationship. He’d sent her giftcards with a lot of zeros to her favorite shops, but it hadn’t eased the sense of unease.
    Right now, he felt like an asshole, point blank. He’d dumped one of his closest friends, and she’d carried on helping him out without expecting anything in exchange.
    Truth was, Shane had noted he never had issues with computers; he guessed that it was because he had a pretty awesome computer… but that didn’t explain how stuff he hadn’t saved reappeared when he desperately looked for them, or how everything seemed in order after power cuts. She’d singlehandedly done a job he would have needed to hire a tech genius for, if she hadn’t been there in the background. And she didn’t even want to accept his money, which made him feel even shittier.
    To be fair, it was probably because Brooke was loaded. Jack had been given a cool million – a tenth of his trust fund – after his graduation. He’d used it to fund VandB, but by the look of things, Brooke hadn’t dived into her egg nest, yet.
    Still. He really needed to find something to do for her.
    An idea crossed his mind, and any other time, he might have just ignored it, but considering the conversation they’d had the previous day, it was hard to resist.
    Deciding to stop pussy footing and grow a pair of balls, he shifted on the sofa, where he’d been sitting with her feet on his lap.
    “What are you doing?”
    She was squirming, in the most flattering way as he towered over her, parting her legs with his torso; he dropped his lips on her knees, before glancing up.
    “Thanking you. If you won’t let me pay you for your services, I’m going to have to settle my debt in a more creative fashion.”
    On that note, he returned to her legs, kissing the inside on her thigh, going up each time he came up for air. She was panting by the time he made it to the rim of the boxers he’d lent her. Ignoring them altogether, he slowly lifted the t-shirt that was swallowing her, until he’d revealed those fucking glorious tits. Shit. They were heavy, and huge, so they bounced at the slightest excuse, but they were also firm. Cupping one breast reverently, he wrapped his lips around the other one and sucked.
    “Oh fuck.”
    She was so responsive, shivering under his touch.
    “From the bottom of my heart,” he whispered, lifting his head to aim for the other nipple, “Thank you, Brooke Barnes.”
    This time, he didn’t suck: he bit down, while pinching the other one. Briskly, his free hand dived inside the boxers and found her clit. She writhed and pleaded, but he was relentless, leaving her clit only to dip inside her and curve his fingers. Relinquishing her tits took some wherewithal, but he managed to, in order to finally take those damn soft, cherry scented lips under his.
    Oh, fuck. That was so, so good. He was pretty sure he’d never tasted anything as sweet and perfect as that tongue against his.
    At least, since the last time he’d kissed her. 
    She only had to say two words for him to rip every fabric separating them and dive into her; but she didn’t.
    He was practically coming in his pants, like a damn kid, but he somehow found the strength to leave it at that, after she’d come on his fingers.
    He’d made his point now; she knew what he had to offer… and the ball was in her court.
     
    •
    Brooke
     
    Day two after the world had spun out of its axis, she