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NSFW-Lemon & Shane Bonus Content 1!


A while back I had a chance to write a special bonus scene with Lemon & Shane from Call Me, Irresistible for Book+Main and now I am able to share it with all of you! Please note that this scene takes place after the conclusion of Call Me, Irresistible so it shouldn't be read unless you've finished the book or else... spoilers! Also, if you've read Imperfect Saint, you'll see the very first scene that Millie and Hunter ever had together here in this bonus content which is what spurred me to write them their own book and begin the All Saints Security Series. This content is sexually explicit and not intended for anyone under the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy this first of three bonus scenes with Lemon & Shane. Drop me a comment if so!


xoxo - Jess


Lemon's POV

"I've sent your list of requests on to the next venue and I took the liberty of booking a massage at the hotel in Phoenix after your flight."


"Thank you, Millie."


"We still need to go over the paperwork the execs sent over about the changes in your album contract but..."


"But we can do it tomorrow. Right?"


The look Lemon Kelly shot her annoyingly perfect personal assistant was enough to make the girl clamp her lips shut. Millie wanted to argue. There was no doubt about that. She managed Lemon's career and her life with an iPhone and an iron will. Looks were deceiving when it came to Millie. On the outside she looked barely out of her teens, a small, petite girl with thick glasses and a soft demeanor but on the inside she was a lioness, prepared to defend her cub against all predators, and Lemon was her cub. Lemon loved the girl like a sister but she could be downright scary when she started barking orders. Luckily, Millie seemed as tired as Lemon felt and gave in without a fight.


"Of course. Tomorrow." Millie pushed her glasses up her nose with one perfectly pink tipped finger, "I'm sure you're exhausted after your performance."


"I am." Lemon agreed, though exhausted wasn't the word that came to mind.


This leg of her whirlwind Spring tour with concerts in twenty cities and counting had been hectic. Her brain was fried and she could barely remember what state she was in, let alone what hotel. When she found time to sleep it was in a car or on a plane, rarely in the luxury hotel rooms that Millie booked for her.


But though she was tired, the last thing she felt after a concert was exhausted.


Playing to venues full of screaming fans left her wired. She always felt high off the adrenaline afterwards. The noise of the night still rang in her ears hours later. The thump of her heart so loud it was impossible to rest.


At the end of the night, when the shows were over and she was finally alone, sometimes for the first time all day, it wasn't exhaustion that hit her so much as homesickness.


She missed Fate. She missed her small hometown. She missed her house with its own brand of hectic. She missed her stepdaughters horribly and she hated that Georgie, Sophie and Rosie were probably missing her too. But most of all she missed her husband, Shane.


God, how she missed Shane.


She missed the sound of his rough voice. She missed the feel of his rough hands. She missed falling asleep beside him and she missed waking up next to him. She missed the way she would sometimes catch him looking at her, a small smile on his lips, as if he had a secret he couldn't wait to tell her.


She missed everything about her husband and the way he made her feel. Loved and cherished and special. He filled up all the empty parts of her, all the parts that the world demanded she share with them in exchange for her fame and for the chance to sing her music to millions. Shane made her whole again, time and time again.


"Lemon?"


"Huh?" She blinked as she glanced over to find Millie watching her from behind those thick glasses and she knew instantly that she'd missed something the girl had said. "Sorry. I zoned. What?"


"I asked if you need anything else tonight."


Just Shane, Lemon inwardly whined.


She shook her head, "No. Go on and go to bed. I know it's been a long day for you too."


"Okay. If you're sure you don't need anything..."


"I'm sure. Goodnight Millie."


"Okay. Goodnight Lemon." The girls dark eyes darted up and then back down, "Goodnight Hunter."


"Goodnight Millie."


Lemon nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the scratchy male voice that came from just behind her shoulder. Jesus. She shot her new bodyguard a look and frowned. The man was like a ghost. Half the time she forgot he was even there until he spoke. It was kind of creepy and more than once she'd wondered if he wouldn't have made an even better assassin than he did a bodyguard.


Hunter St. James was a mystery to her even after nearly eight months of having him as her shadow.


After Lemon had changed her schedule to spend more time in Fate and less time in Nashville, her bodyguard and longtime friend Thad had resigned his position. She understood why he couldn't stay on with her. He had a family in Nashville and he wanted to be home with them more. Lemon couldn't blame him. She'd changed her schedule for the exact same reason, wanting to be in Fate with Shane and the girls as much as possible.


Thad had left her with a hug and a phone number for a new security agency a friend of his had started. All Saints Security was a family owned and operated company which Lemon had liked when she'd met with the man in charge. She'd instantly connected with his mentality that a bodyguard was more than just a body to put between her and the masses. A bodyguard was in a way, an extension of herself, so she'd signed with them immediately and a few days later Hunter had walked into her life.


Skulked might have been a better word for it.


Hunter was a man of few words. He existed on the edges of her periphery. He was always there but he rarely made his presence overtly known. That was why, when he spoke, Lemon had a tendency to jump like a dumb blonde in a B rated horror movie. Her reaction always earned her a knowing grin from the man and she knew he took pleasure in it even if he would never admit it.


He didn't smile this time though. His eyes weren't even on Lemon. They were directed down the hallway, his lips thinned as he watched Millie's retreating figure. It wasn't the first time she'd noticed that Hunter's eyes followed Millie wherever she went and if scaring Lemon amused Hunter then his fascination with her prim and always professional assistant absolutely delighted her to watch.


Lemon cleared her throat, drawing the man's heavy gaze back to her, "That goes for you too. Goodnight, Hunter."


"I'll see you back to your room."


"I can find my room from here."


"Of course you can, but..."


"Hunter." Lemon smiled sweetly, "Do me a favor and make sure Millie gets back to her room, would you? She seemed tired and I'd hate for her to get turned around in this big hotel."


Lemon hid a smile when her lie instantly had Hunter's eyes drifting down the hallway again. Millie had turned a corner and was out of sight now. He'd have to hurry to catch up to her and Lemon swore she could feel the tension coming off of him as he looked from her to the empty hall and back again.


She patted his shoulder, "Night, Hunter."


Lemon turned and headed towards her own room without bothering to check if Hunter was behind her or not. She knew he wasn't. He'd gone after Millie, just like she'd told him to. Whether he realized he was doing it because she'd all but ordered it or because he wanted to, that was the only real question.


She smiled to herself as she unlocked her hotel room with the key card. Lemon slipped into her hotel room and then leaned against the door as she kicked off her heels. The small bubble of a good mood that had risen with the idea of Hunter liking Millie, popped as soon as she looked around the dark hotel room.


It looked like all the others. It could have been any hotel room in any city in any state. It was nice, luxurious, but it wasn't home.


A wave of homesickness overtook her and she quickly went through the motions of getting ready for bed. She took a quick shower, washing off as much stress of the day as she could, and then donned her pajamas and slid into the satin soft sheets of the gigantic bed that only made her feel more alone than ever.


Only once she was completely settled, did she pick up her cell phone and dial.


It was late. She knew he'd likely be in bed too. The girls had school tomorrow and he had work. She shouldn't bother him when he should be sleeping and yet, after only one echoing ring on the other end of the line, she heard the click and then her heart swelled at the sleep-roughened voice that said her name.


"Lemon? Baby, what's wrong?"


Her insides melted as a wave of heat washed through her veins. That rough, sexy voice had always made her body react. Even when she'd been a silly teenage girl and Shane Lowry had just been the boy next door, her best friends older brother, he'd managed to make her heart sing. Knowing him inside and out, being able to call him hers, and hearing that slight jump of worry in his voice only made her love him more.


"I miss you."


An audible sigh of relief came from the other end of the phone and she imagined the rustle she heard was Shane collapsing back onto his pillow, one hand thrown over his forehead, the other holding his phone to his ear as a smile played on his lips.


"I miss you too, babe."


"I want to come home."


"I want you home too but you have to finish your tour dates. A couple more days apart won't kill us." He paused and snorted, "Probably."


It wasn't the first time she'd gone on tour without him since they got married. They'd managed to make it work, combing their lives. But she much preferred the times when the girls were out of school and Shane could take vacation from his job at the Fate Sheriff's Department and come on the road with her.


"I wish you were here with me." She bit her lip, hating herself for the whine in her voice but Shane only smiled, she could hear it in his tone when he spoke again.


"I wish I was there too. I hate sleeping in our bed without you. I wanna be cuddled up in bed with you. Your soft little body curved against mine, all warm and snuggly."


Lemon's lips twitched, "Snuggles huh? And here I thought you'd be missing more than just snuggling."


Shane's chuckle came through the phone loud and clear and her hesitant smile turned into a full on grin. She could hear him rustling around in bed again. In their bed, at home, where she wanted so badly to be so that she could see his slightly arrogant, knowing smile and the twinkle of his eyes.


"You know it wouldn't just be snuggling if I was there, babe." His voice was rough, just the way she liked it. "The snuggling would come after I ****** you. Hard. Because I'd need to feel you come apart for me, fast, after not seeing you for so long."


"I know." She whispered back to his confession, the words and his gruff voice spiking her heart rate and causing warmth to pool between her legs.


"You want me to tell you what I'd do if i was in that bed with you right now, Lem?"


"Mmhmm." She nodded even though he couldn't see her.


"God I wish I could get my hands on you right now." Shane huffed, "I want to kiss you. Taste those sweet lips of yours, **** on you, **** your mouth with my tongue until you ache for me to be inside you everywhere."


Her breath caught at the blatant desire he didn't try to hide in his voice, "Shane?"


He pressed on quickly, "What're you wearing, baby?"


"One of your old t-shirts."


"Mmm, love how you look in my shirts." He hummed, "Love how you look out of them even more. Take it off."

Lemon didn't hesitate. Not for a second. She pulled the phone from her ear, hit the speakerphone button and put it on her pillow beside her. Then she reached down and shimmied the old t-shirt up until she could pull it over her head.


"Naked yet?" Shane's breathing had already picked up.


"No."


"What're you still wearing?"


"Panties." She whispered with a shy smile, the same smile she'd have given him if he was there with her. "Want me to take them off?"


"Not yet. Leave them on. I want you to close your eyes first." His voice oozed *** but there was also playfulness there when he chided, "No peeking, baby. I know you. Trust me. It'll be so much better if you don't peek."


Lemon adjusted herself on the bed, laying back, getting comfortable and shutting her eyes, "They're closed."


"Good girl."


"Now, tell me. Are your nipples hard?"


"I... yes."


"Slide your hand up your belly, pretend its my hand, cup your breast and then flick your nipple for me."


Lemon bit her lip and did as he said. With her eyes closed, she could almost picture him there with her. Her own hand was too small, too soft, but in her mind it was Shane's rough fingers that flicked over her nipple once, twice and then squeezed down hard on the third pass.


"Ahh." She moaned.


"That's my girl." Shane cursed under his breath, "****, I could come just from the sounds you make. Do it again, other side."


Lemon did as she was told, teasing her nipples, as she listened to Shane's breathing on the other end of the line. From the rustle of clothes she knew he was shucking his own pajamas. Behind her closed lids she could imagine him shoving his sweatpants down his thighs, his thick **** popping free, already hard and damp with precome before he closed his fist around it.


He groaned, "Ah, ****."


"Shane..."


"Shh, I'm here." He cooed, "Slide your hand down your belly, slowly, you know I can't get enough of how soft your skin is. Love that little shiver you do when I trace my fingers below your belly button."


Lemon did shiver, just as she always did when he touched her there. Her eyes were still squeezed shut. Her body ached. She needed more but she knew better than to rush this. It was always better when Shane was in control.


"Slip a finger beneath your panties." He gave a low growl when she hissed in a breath, "Are you wet for me, baby?"


"Yes." She was panting now and her hips shifted, needing what was just out of reach, needing Shane to help her over the edge.


"How wet?"


"So wet."


"Lemme hear." He grunted, "Put the phone where I can hear as you slide those beautiful fingers in and out of that tight little body."


Lemon blindly reached for the phone, nearly disconnecting them before managing to get a handle on it. Her other hand was already inside her panties, dipping lower, toying with her swollen ****. She moaned as she slowly began to work a finger inside her. It wasn't enough. Her fingers weren't as thick as Shane's. She pushed in another and her body reacted on instinct, her hips shifting as she began the push and pull.


The sound was lewd. Wet suction as her body grasped at her fingers. She couldn't keep back a moan as her legs spread wider to give herself more room. She sped the pace as a tingle worked its way down her spine.


Only Shane could do this to her. Have her primed and ready to explode in a matter of minutes. Shane was the only man her body had ever reacted like this for and imagining it was him touching her, that he was there with her, was nearly enough to push her off the edge.


"Oh God. Shane. Oh..." She gasped as she slid her thumb over her ****, "I'm going to come."


"Not yet." He growled and through the phone that now rested near her hip she could hear the sound of furious stroking, flesh on flesh, and knew he was getting off with her.


The thought sent another spasm of heath flashing through her and Lemon jerked, "Shane, please."


"That's it, baby. Come for me. My name. Say it. Say you're mine and you can come."


"Yours. ****. Shane, i'm yours. I love you. Oh, God... Yes!"


The scream exploded from her so loudly she'd worry later if the guests in the next room of the hotel had heard. At that moment though, she didn't care. She simply writhed and moaned as her orgasm pulsed through her body. Her ***** muscles clamping down, wanting more, wanting something only Shane could give her.


It didn't last long. It was a fast orgasm. Quick and hectic and messy, and she loved every second of it.


Loved the way heat flooded her body and left a sheen of sweat and a pink tinge on her skin. Loved the way her body, strung tight as a string, collapsed in on itself as the moment passed. She loved the way her heart beat so hard she could feel it in her chest. And she loved that as the blood slowly stopped rushing through her ears it was Shane's voice she could hear coming through the phone, his own grunts of release coupled by cursing and prayers.


"Lem, baby... that was..." He sighed, his voice still hoarse and breathless.


"So good." She slipped her hand from her panties and used the other to pick the phone back up and pull it to her ear.


"It'll be even better when you're finally home and I can see that beautiful pink tint of your cheeks after I make you come."


"Mmm, I can't wait to come home to you."


"I love you, Lem."


"I love you too." She yawned, her exhaustion beginning to catch up to her.


"Feel better baby?" Shane chuckled.


"Mmhmm. You always make everything better."


"I'm glad to hear it. Now, it's late. You should get some sleep." Shane instructed and Lemon smiled against the pillow, happy and sated and so in love with this man that understood her and what she needed without her ever having to say a word.


"Okay."


"Love you."


"Love you." She mimicked, her eyes already drifting shut.


Shane's voice was soft, practically a whisper, and she barely heard it as sleep overtook her and pulled her beneath the darkness, "I'll see you in a few days. Until then, sweet dreams, Lemon."


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