He pulled it off over the back of his head like all men seemed to be able to do and was unreasonably sexy. Then he pressed his bare skin against hers and they both groaned. Jack rocked his pelvis against the juncture of her thighs, his hard cock hitting her in all the right places. “I’ve missed you too,” she rasped. “Me or my dick?” he whispered in her ear. “Just your dick,” she replied with a laugh that turned into a moan when he bit her neck. “Just…jokes…I…missed…all…of…you,” she panted out as he continued to rock into her. Dianna was so worked up that she was pretty sure he could get her off just with dry humping, but that’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted him deep inside her when she came. “In me,” she breathed, pushing at his sweatpants. “I need you in me.” They didn’t get the pants off all the way, just down enough not to impede progress. Jack found a condom somewhere and Dianna was not going to question where it came
Dianna repositioned the hot pack on her stomach and groaned. Why was it that whenever she got her period, she didn’t just get period pain, but her entire body flared? It didn’t seem fair. Plus, with all the drugs she was on for pain management, why did none of them touch period pain? She was absolutely convinced that if men had to suffer through cramps once a month, they would prioritize finding a cure within the year. “What’s wrong with you?” Dianna looked up into the face of her nemesis and couldn’t censor her sneer or the words that came out of her mouth. “I’ve got my period, Phil,” she snapped. He turned white, and a look of disgust crossed his face. “Do you have to do that…here?” “Oh, I’m sorry if the natural process of my body expelling its uterine lining is upsetting for you. Should I reschedule it to a time when it is more convenient for you?” “That’s disgusting.” “No, it’s the circle of life. Now do you have something business related to talk to me about or are
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Felicity said as she stood. “I’ve sent Mason home on any number of occasions because he was being an insufferable shithead.” “Are you saying I’m being an insufferable shithead?” Dianna asked. “No, sweetie. You’re being worse. You’ve now crossed over into manifesting as a demon from hell. Now take your demon-arse home, pick up some chocolate and wine on the way, and wallow in your sulphur-infused grumpiness to your heart’s content.” “The launch is in two weeks.” “And if you go home now and deal with all this—” Felicity moved her hands in a circular motion indicating the hot mess that was Dianna “—then you will be back to being the gaming angel from heaven that we all know you to be. Now scoot. I don’t want to see you back in the office until your skin no longer has a reddish black cast and steam is no longer coming out of your ears.”Jack looked up from his laptop when he heard the tap on his door. Finn grinned at him from the doorway. “He
“Tell me what you need,” he said. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine—” “Hot pack? Tea? One of my sisters craves carbs and swears that a sticky bun from the bakery is the only thing that can cure her cramps.” Dianna blinked up at him like he was a unicorn. “Three sisters,” he replied. She laid her head on his chest and let out a deep sigh. “I need my bed, a hot pack, and a hot chocolate.” Jack helped her to the bedroom, and she sat on the bed. “Do you want me to get you something to change into?” he asked. “No, I’m good,” she said, reaching under the messy sheets of her unmade bed to pull out a large t-shirt. He had a moment where he wondered if the shirt had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, followed by a rush of jealousy, which he stomped down Plus, he didn’t have any claim on her and if she got comfort from an ex-boyfriend’s t-shirt then who was he to complain? Although he had a fleeting thought of sneaking one of his own shirts into her drawers as an altern
“Thanks for coming with me, Mum,” Dianna said. “Will he be much longer?” They were sitting in the waiting room for the doctor, who was running late…as usual. Dianna’s doctor was great, but because he was great and took time with each patient—more time than the allotted ten-minute appointment time—he was perpetually late. “He shouldn’t be too much longer,” Dianna said with a sigh. “You don’t have to stay. I can just text you when I’m ready to go home.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Fran said. “I’m here now. I may as well hear what he has to say.” Dianna held in a sigh. She wouldn’t have called her mother, except she was in too much pain to drive herself. It wasn’t a flare-up, or at least she didn’t think it was. This was just the typical pile-on that happened when she got her period. There was a reason women were told not to schedule waxing or tattoo appointments when their period was due…it hurt more. And this doctor’s appointment was just one of her usual check-ups.
Dianna watched Fran change before her eyes. It was like one of those morphing videos. Her mother had turned from an indignant prickly cactus to a loving and doting mother. “Nice to meet you,” Jack said, reaching out to shake Fran’s hand while looking at Dianna with concerned eyes. “And you,” Fran said with an eyelash flutter. “Dianna didn’t tell me her neighbor was such a handsome man.” Oh God, kill me now. Her mother was flirting with Jack, which was…awkward to say the least. Jack smiled tightly. “Is everything okay?” Jack asked Dianna, extricating his hand from her mother’s. “Are you feeling any better?” “Oh, she’s fine,” Fran said before Dianna could respond. “It’s just a touch of the flu. She’ll be fine in no time.” Dianna rolled her eyes. There was no way her mother would admit to anyone that Dianna had her period, nor would she admit her daughter had the ‘not real’ disorder of fibromyalgia. Perception was everything to Fran and no one could sho
Jack grunted when he looked at the display on his phone. “Dahlia,” he practically growled when he answered. “Hi Jack,” Dahlia said with a weary sigh. “She wants another chance, doesn’t she?” Jack asked. “Of course she does,” he answered his own question, not giving Dahlia a chance to speak. “How many chances does she expect to get? How many times am I expected to put Riley through this?” “It’s not that simple, Jack,” Dahlia said. “It never is with her,” he growled. “Look, Jack, she had reasons for not showing up last time—” “Excuses,” Jack snapped. “Kara always has excuses.” “Okay, granted. In the past, she has been flakey, but I believe her this time. She wants to see her son, Jack.” “And what about Riley? What if he doesn’t want to see her? Does she even care what he wants?” “She just wants a chance. Can you give her that?” “You told me that last time,” he said. “You told me if she didn’t show we wouldn’t have to go through this
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, leaning toward her. “Can I kiss you?” “Yes,” she breathed, her breath on his lips moments before he sealed his mouth over hers. He missed kissing her. He knew it was his own fault that it had been days since he’d kissed her, and now that her lips were on his, he couldn’t remember why he’d been intent on pushing her away. Riley shifted between them and Dianna broke the kiss, looking down at Riley first before lifting her eyes to Jack’s. “What are we doing, Jack?” she asked in a whisper. “You keep sending me mixed messages and—” He leaned in and brushed his lips on hers once. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s complicated.” “I know it is,” she said, pulling back from him and putting more than physical distance between them. “It’s complicated for me too.” He quirked an eyebrow. “It is?” She waved the comment away. “I just mean with the game launch and everything. I can’t do serious.” “I can’t either,” he said, looking