Page 57 of Making Over Maris

Chapter Ten

Jack was late for work on Monday. He was never late. It kind of stuck in his craw.

But considering the reason he was late—waking up with Sara snoring in his arms and having to take her home so she could change her clothes…

Yeah.

Totally worth it.

After they’d made love on the couch the night before and snoozed there for a while, they’d moved the party into the bedroom. Like a love-starved swain—which he kind of was—he’d managed to make her come two more times and enjoyed a third glorious eruption of his own.

He kept running the list through his mind. Yeah. Three. First the blowjob in the hot tub. Then that time on the couch. Then once again in the bed—

Oh, wait. Then the thing in the shower.

Holy hell.

He’d never come so much. It was amazing he wasn’t dehydrated.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Couldn’t get over the fact that this was real. It was really happening. Now. To him.

It boggled the mind.

So it hardly mattered that for the first time ever he was late for work.

Sara was going to be late too. Jack had dropped her off at her place before heading for the office. They’d agreed it wasn’t a good idea to come in late together. Hopefully no one would notice and put two and two together.

Jack lucked out. He met no one on his way to the lab. He hunkered down on his ab ball and logged on to his laptop and tried to dive into his work, but he couldn’t focus. He kept thinking about Sara.

Tristan wandered into his office around ten with a pile of papers. Jack glanced up and offered a nod.

“Hi,” Tristan said with a distracted smile as if he’d forgotten something. Or was grappling with a thorny conundrum. “Have you…um…seen Jack?”

Jack blinked. “What?”

“Jack Maris. You’re in his office.” Tristan’s eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to say something else but Adam entered the lab just then.

“Hey, Jack—” He, also, stopped short. “Who the hell are you?”

They stared at him as though they’d never seen him before. Which was totally weird. They’d been friends for years. Seen each other every day for a decade.

“Dudes. It’s me.”

Adam and Tristan exchanged a glance and then gawked at him some more.

“Holy shit,” Adam hissed.

Tristan snorted and shook his head. “What the hell happened to you?”

Jack crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them. He didn’t like this attention. Besides, he didn’t look that different. “I got a haircut,” he grumbled.

Adam barked a laugh. “Dude, you got shorn.”

Tristan leaned in and thumbed his eyebrows. “These puppies are practically manicured.”

“They were a little wild…”

Adam shook his head. “No. It’s more than a haircut. You’ve lost a lot of weight. How could you lose so much weight without anyone noticing?”