Page 86 of Miss Fortune

He took it from my fingers and inspected the pattern of black on the outside with a thin line of yellow, red, blue, and green on the inside. “Is this a metaphor about how I’m colorful underneath all the darkness?”

“Nah, it was more like I couldn’t stand making anything without some piece of color. Not expecting you’ll actually wear it, but—”

“Put it on me.” He held out his wrist for me to tie it on.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this thing was hard earned, I’m never taking it off.”

My grin was silly as I tied it around his wrist. “Looks good.”

“I love it. Thank you.” He entwined his fingers with mine, holding my hand.

Such a simple gesture, yet tiny sparks were ignited. “I regret telling you goodbye the way I did, as if I never wanted to see you again. I hope you know we can always be friends.”

“Friends?”

I nodded, deciding not to beat around the bush. “Doris mentioned Tabitha showed up today in the office.”

If he was surprised by my question, he didn’t show it. “Tabitha came to get legal advice on how to establish paternity and child support from the father of her baby.”

Good to hear he wasn’t the father, yet he remained down. “You’re okay, then?”

“I haven’t been okay since I watched you drive away from me last week.” He leaned in, his face by my ear, causing me to shiver. “Still want to be friends?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Do friends do this?” His lips trailed down the column of my throat.

“No, but in their defense, I haven’t made bracelets for any of them.”

The vibration of his chuckle sent tingles down my spine. I’d missed him so much.

My breath caught when his hand came up and palmed the weight of my breast. He wasted no time pulling the material of my dress down to expose my nipple, then fastening his mouth around it. Pleasure coursed through my body.

“Caleb,” I moaned not at all prepared for this physical reaction to him. I’d come over here with the intention of ensuring he was all right and reaffirming we could always be friends. Yet now I was running my hand through his hair, needing more. My body said, how about one more time for the memory reel? My brain was no help, having completely jumped on board with the plan.

His free hand trailed up my bare thigh, went beneath my dress, under my thong, and straight for my heat. He dipped his finger into my slickness, growling when he discovered how wet I was.

“I need you,” he whispered.

“God, I need you too.” His fingers circled my clit, nearly making my knees buckle. I had to dig my hands into his shoulders for balance when he quickly brought me to climax. Then before I was completely recovered, he withdrew his hand, and led me over to his chair. He was already pulling down his shorts while I made quick work of shedding my panties. He sat in the chair, helping me place my knees on either side of his waist.

“I don’t have a condom out here, but I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too. And I’m on the birth control shot.”

With this big decision thus made, he gripped the base of his cock and lined it up to my opening. I eased down onto him, and the sound of our collective groan filled the air. “Do I need to worry about your neighbors?”

His breaths came out in small pants. “Hearing you, maybe. Seeing you, no. Hearing me, definitely, because you feel so fucking good like this.”

I shifted my weight to allow me to move more freely. After rising up slightly, I pushed back down, gasping with pleasure. He took my lips, swallowing the noise before it could escape. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me in a rhythm of riding him.

There was such an intimacy of having him bare inside of me. His gaze locked on mine, and when I closed my eyes, he wasn’t having it.

“Keep them open and fixed on me.”

Jesus, it was almost too much, feeling lost in him while orgasming. I was spiraling, and he was spiraling with me. The sensation of him emptying himself deep inside of me triggered my climax to continue.