Page 71 of Hidden Truths

I look at Cal and shake my head. “You’re only saying that because I threatened to strangle anyone who throws their underwear at you.”

That makes Jo cackle. I look at her and frown. “It concerns me how much violence amuses you.”

Jo shrugs. “So, what do you think? This could really work.”

“I like it.”

“Me too. Which is why I got you presents.” Cal says, standing and strutting out of the room.

“You didn’t even know what the plan was until a minute ago!” I yell, following him anyway.

“Ta-da!” he says, arms wide in front of a ton of boxes.

“You’re giving me your recycling?” Jo asks.

Cal rolls his eyes. “Open them, demon Barbie.”

I choke on my spit at that nickname, which she’s never going to get rid of now.

Jo glares at Cal, and I swear I see her lip twitch. Is she trying not to smile?

Jo and I open box after box. It’s top of the line podcasting equipment. Expensive podcasting equipment.

“Cal,” I whisper, at a loss for words.

“Don’t even try saying you can’t accept it. You can and you will,” he says, taking my face in his hands. “Please accept it, baby.”

I pull him to me and kiss him. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me by getting naked,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh and shake my head against his chest.

“Thanks, Cal, but I don’t need to see that,” Jo says, putting her shoes on by the door. “We can iron out the finer details tomorrow and then map out the first episode.”

She leaves before I can respond.

I smile up at Cal, and he returns it with the sweetest affection in his eyes. Then I drop to my knees and take pleasure in the way his eyes widen.

“Firecracker. Get up. I was joking.” He tries grabbing for me, but I bat his hand away and pull down his sweatpants.

“I think you deserve to be thanked,” I tell him. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” he says, nodding frantically.

I laugh at his desperate, wide-eyed expression.

“Baby, it doesn’t make me feel great when you’re on your knees laughing with my cock in your hand,” he says while tryingto pull back, but I lick the underside of his cock from his balls all the way to the tip. “Never mind,” he moans. “You can do whatever you want.”

I take him into my mouth, sucking gently and then taking him as far back as I can.

“Shit. Do that again. Please do that again,” he begs. Hearing Cal desperate under my touch might turn me on more than anything else he does.

I do as he asks, and then I take his hand, putting it on my head. “Fuck my mouth.”

“Fuck, Firecracker,” he breathes. “You sure?”

I nod as I lick the pre-cum from his tip.

“Tap my legs if you need me to stop, okay?” His eyes are on me, and I nod. “Words, baby.”

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