I beamed at him. “I’m glad.” “So?” Caleb asked. “So… what?” I responded. “So… do I make you happy, even when I’m not dick-deep in you?” Caleb smiled. I cuddled him. “I get excited every time I see you and sad when we’re apart. I don’t know if that will last forever, but I do know you’re always g
“For your information, we weren’t going to,” Caleb seethed. “But now… now…” I felt sick looking at the screens. “Did you… record us?” Caleb’s eyes lit with new fury. “Yeah, did you record us?” Will shook his head emphatically. “No. Me and Charlie just watched, that’s all. No recordings. All live
-Caleb- “I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door. “I’m sure you did,” I replied icily. “Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory. It was infuriating. We should h
Jacey closed her eyes and let her body enjoy mine. I knew I was enjoying hers. Finally, she orgasmed with a gasp, and I came, filling her up again. We laid together in a tangle of arms and legs for what felt like hours, blissfully drifting in and out of sleep. “Are you worried?” Jacey asked. “Ab
I nodded my understanding. “Thank you so much for taking the time, Jessica.” “You’re welcome.” Jessica’s tone didn’t make it sound as though I was welcome, however. She pressed her badge to an elevator key reader, then pressed it again when we got inside. “You’re on the hundred-and-fiftieth floor.
-Jacey- “I don’t like it.” I glanced up at Caleb’s thunderous expression as I finished adjusting his tie. “I know, love. I know. But it’s not like we have a choice. Dad’s ecstatic.” “Of course he is.” Caleb blew out a long breath, then thumbed the collar of my red blazer. “I don’t want you pulled
“Great! Now, first of all, are you really Jocelyn? That’s not what Caleb calls you,” Lacy said with a wink. “Miss Congeni-er-Jessica thought Jacey was unprofessional,” I responded with a wince. “Lacy and Jacey. I like it,” Lacy decided. “Come on over. I’ll get you set up on your workstation, and t
Mr. Masterson laughed and shook his head. “I like the initiative, Caleb, but I’m sure Jacey can handle this.” Caleb’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I’ll be at my desk.” He gave me one last look, then started toward the desk outside the two big wooden double-doors to our left. “You just come afte