Erin McCarthy - Close Up

Yet there was still so much she didn’t know about him, not the least of which was why he had been attracted to her, of all women.

“Rawr,” she said in reaction to his pose, then immediately regretted it. That sounded too personal, too familiar.

But Sean didn’t react like he thought it was strange. He just told her, “Thanks. Now climb that wall and liberate us.”

He didn’t bother to squat this time. He just came up behind her and gripped her around the waist.

“Sean!” Good grief, that was a whole lot of Sean all up in her business. Thighs, hands, pecs and another part that started with p were getting very close and personal with her.

She jerked forward so far she almost smacked her nose on the wall when his penis snuggled up into her backside.

“What? I’m lifting you up. Stop wiggling.”

“You can’t lift me—”

He lifted her.

Okay, she stood corrected. Dangling in the air, Kristine grabbed for the ledge, and pulled herself up onto it. She got her upper half where it needed to be, but then her efforts came to a grinding halt. Uh-oh. Thanks, puberty. “Sean, my boobs are stuck.”

He gave a crack of laughter. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, they’re caught beneath me. I need you to lift me up so I can spring them. I can’t go forward until they’re free.” At that moment, she was actually grateful it was Sean she was trapped with, because she didn’t think she could say those words out loud to any other man. A woman? Sure. Her own gender understood the complications of cleavage, but men didn’t understand that what they considered to be their personal playground came with its own setbacks.

“I’m not exactly sure I know what that means, but wrap your legs around my head so you can get a better angle.”

Wrap her legs around his head. Now that brought a pleasant memory or two to mind. “Um...”

“Like this.”

Suddenly, Sean’s head and shoulders nudged their way between her legs. She gripped the ledge harder, palms sweaty from stress and arousal. How could he sound so normal and unaffected? She was splayed across a window ledge, breasts being squeezed against the ledge, booty back in the air, Sean between her legs. It was like performance art or yoga for perverts, and she was enjoying it far too much.

He stood up again, so that she rested on his shoulders, his head bent forward. “Okay, sit up before you snap my neck.”

Kristine sat up, freeing her chest, and clamping her thighs onto the sides of his head to give her a sense of stability. “Is this doomed to failure?” she asked, eyeing the window and doubting her ability to haul herself through it without injury or death. It was possibly the only thing that could distract her from the fact she perched on Sean’s shoulders with his hair tickling her bare midriff.

“Don’t be so quick to throw in the towel,” he said, turning them both sideways so she could access the ledge without him in the way.

Something about his tone made her realize he was not just talking about the window. It made her determined to show Sean she wasn’t a quitter, that for once she could follow up and do something right, that she wasn’t like her mother, with a new project to back and then abandon every other week.

So she got a better grip and hauled herself the rest of the way up onto the ledge, the window frame cutting into her gut. When her head was completely out of the window and she was staring down at concrete, she let out a squawk. “I’m going to fall!”

Sean’s hands firmly gripped her thighs. “Pull your head back! You have to get your leg over the ledge. You can’t go headfirst.”

Good point. She pulled herself back and tried to sit up. This was a lot of work and she didn’t have the core strength to do it. Maybe she should start Pilates. Then again, why would she ever need to climb through a window again? She had a record of not setting foot in a gym in five years; it would be a shame to break that impressive streak.

But with Sean shoving and her hauling, she managed to get her leg up and over the frame so she was straddling the ledge, one leg inside, one outside. Good thing the window was full sized or this would have never worked. Even so, she was hunched over, and her perch wasn’t exactly comfortable. She rocked back and forth. “I think I’m breaking vital parts.”

“Well, we definitely don’t want that.” Without warning, Sean’s hand slid between her legs and under her booty, while his thumb rested quite comfortably on her clitoris.

Kristine screamed and almost fell out the window.

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