“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
“Oh, honey, I wish I could,” Rosie said. “But I have an open house that day. What about one of your sisters?” “They’re doing a spa day together,” Jack replied with a sigh. “It’s okay, Mum, I’ll figure it out.” Jack hung up the call and leaned back in his office chair. Fucking Carter. Jack was certain the guy had somehow known no one was available to babysit, but then scheduled the interview for Jack, anyway. Carter did shit like that just to piss him off, Jack was sure of it. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Finn asked, coming into the room and flopping into the chair opposite Jack. “Carter,” Jack replied. “He scheduled an interview with Thomas Blayne from Odinica.” “Are they the ones who are developing VR gaming systems?” Finn asked, sitting forward in the chair. “Yes,” Jack replied, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s next weekend and I have no one to look after Riley.” Finn winced. “I would look after Riley if I could—” Jack waved Finn’s comment away. “It’s o
“Long day,” she replied, forcing a smile to her face. Jack looked at her for a long time before he nodded. “We should talk.” Before she could say anything, Peyton got the attention of the room and started asking about what food everyone wanted to order. Dianna hardly paid attention and just agreed with what everyone else decided on. She was too hung up on the whole ‘we need to talk’ thing. What did he want to talk about? Was he going to call off whatever it was that was happening between them? Was it about tomorrow night? Was there still going to be a tomorrow night after the way she flubbed that text message today? He pressed his thigh into hers, and her anxiety eased just a fraction. She looked up at him and he was looking at her like he could read every single emotion that had crossed her face like it was a pop-up ad. She opened her mouth to speak, but Finn sat beside Jack, taking his attention from her. “Did you find someone to look after Riley?” Finn asked.
Dianna tried to ignore the pain as she cleaned her apartment. She stripped the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, and even put away her clean laundry. She was nervous about the coming evening; nervous and excited. She had to keep moving, or she thought she would go insane. And still, the pain built. It didn’t help that she pushed herself and ignored the warning signs. She fought back the desire to collapse on the couch and rest. Her brain was too busy to rest, and she wanted her apartment to be spotless for when Jack arrived. She couldn’t relax, no matter how much her body demanded it. The day seemed to crawl by, which was good in one respect—it gave her all the time she needed to clean her house—but it was also bad because it wound her body up in a tight spiral of anxiety. Yes, she’d slept with Jack before, but this felt different. This was planned, not spontaneous like it had been last time. Jack was coming over for sex and there was no way she could paint a different picture. Th
“I like that look in your eye,” he said as he crawled onto the bed between her thighs. “What look?” she asked. “The one that tells me you want me as much as I want you.” His hot mouth found her nipple through the sheer lace of her bra and Dianna let her head fall back and a moan escaped her lips. “I do,” she replied. Her shoulder stiffened. Holding the position was hard and the pain was stealing her attention, so she let herself fall slowly back to the bed, reducing the strain and relieving the ache. Jack followed her down, a low growl of approval in his throat. It hummed against her skin and sent a flood of warmth through her body. Her aches and pains dulled, not completely disappearing, but ebbing away to the background of her mind while those wonderful, lusty hormones overran her nervous system. Again Dianna wished she could produce a synthetic equivalent to use for pain relief. Jack nipped her with his teeth and lifted his head. “Where’d you just go?”
report. Dianna groaned. She ached. Her entire body ached. Even her hair ached. She laid still and tried to catalog everything, sorting out what was genuine pain and what was just pain from lying in one position too long. A soft snore from beside her made her eyes fly open, and she slowly turned her head to see Jack. He was still sound asleep, his lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and hiding those grey eyes she loved so much. This would be the bit in the story when all her pain miraculously disappeared as she looked at the man she’d fallen in love with…but no. Dianna wished it was that easy. She wished a magic penis could take away all her pain, or an earth-moving orgasm could heal her defective body. She may have moments while in the throes of passion where her pain receded, but there was nothing and no one who could take it away completely. And she was okay with that. Actually, no. She wasn’t okay with that, but she had made her peace with it at least.
Peyton found it difficult to open her front door. She was holding a big messenger bag and a bag of Thai food in her other hand when the overstuffed garment bag with the absurdly huge Cinderella outfit got stuck between her and the door jamb. Her front door key and her phone, which had been vibrating frantically, were in her other hand. With a burst of kinetic force, she rocketed through the little gap like a bullet fired from a spitball pipe and managed to burst inside the room. The keys, phone, and clothes bag all went flying, but she was able to save herself and her Thai meal from falling to the ground. If the messenger bag hadn't been fastened across her body, it would have done the same."Shit! She shouted, not specifically to anyone.Anyhow, no one was around to hear her scream. She was a single woman. In theory. Although he didn't pay rent for the privilege, her fiancé spent most nights at her apartment, but he hadn't been there in a few weeks. Because he was a hot salesperson a
The TV remained turned on. She had slept out in the armchair like some ninety-year-old granny, but the Geordie Shore marathon went on. She looked at the clock. On a Saturday night, she was already passed out in front of the TV by nine o'clock. What a crazy life she had.She kicked the messenger bag and clothing bag aside as she dragged herself across the floor while the thumping resumed.How come? She screamed as she pulled open the door.Her partner in crime and best buddy was standing on the other side of the door, fist lifted in mid-knock.Mia said, "Oh my goodness, you're still alive."Peyton moved back to allow her entry into the flat, giving her a perplexed look. Whatever had happened must have been serious because she was carrying ice cream and alcohol.After placing her supply bag on the kitchen counter, Mia turned to observe Peyton. She stepped forward, reaching out to cup her face and giving her a pitying gaze. She pushed her hand away, Peyton.How come? She enquired. "What