Page 61 of Not A Whisper

A hand comes to lay in the middle of my back and rubs a small circle there.

“You’re a good doll,” Trip mutters, offering rare praise.

I smile, pleased that he’s happy with me. Jason’s gaze remains pinned to my face. The smile that’s splayed across his lips brings those dimples out in full force.

“Ready to go again?” he asks.

Again?Again? I start to shake my head, but Trip pulls out and answers, “Of course she is. She’s going to have tobegus to stop tonight. Even then, it won’t work. You’re not going to get a wink of sleep.Thisis your punishment, dollface. Be prepared to be run a train.”

Rather than worry, I only smile.

Sixteen

Ineeda hot bath.

My body aches something fierce. Trip and Jason were thorough in their punishment that rolled into the early morning hours before we finally collapsed. Honestly, I’m impressed with their stamina. I didn’t think we’d go so many rounds, but it was almost like they were punishing themselves too.

With Grant forced to watch but not touch, weallpaid a heavy price last night.

Not that I’m complaining, not a lot at least. But as I go about my day helping others, I’m fighting a wince or a groan.

You’ll feel us every time you move now, and just think, that’s not even half as often as we think of you, Trip had murmured into my ear as he cupped my mound when I tried to leave for work. He’d pinned me to the front door and kissed me thoroughly. I can still see the goofy, completely out of character grin, stretched across his face. His mood had been nearly buoyant.

Capturing my bottom lip between my teeth, I fight my own smile now.

“So, I’m guessing whatever upset you yesterday has been settled?” Jonathan asks as he returns from his lunch to find me humming at the desk.

I don’t look up at him. “Yup.”

“You know how I can tell?”

“How?” I don’t really care, but I’ll entertain him with this line of conversation for a bit.

“Because you’re walking funny. Looks like you’re a drunken pirate walking along the deck of a ship in the middle of a storm. Oh, and you can’t stop smiling. Your mood is a complete one-eighty from yesterday. That must be some powerful dicking you got.”

My hand slams down on the desk as my head whips around to gape at him. Jonathan laughs loudly as he collapses into his chair. A littletooloudly. Students shoot us annoyed looks. Someone even shushes us.

“Jonathan! I don’t talk about you and Brenda like this!”

He shrugs before adjusting the lapels of his suit. “That’s because I’m that good. You don’t notice when I have wild and crazy nights with her because every night is a wild and crazy episode. We both are used to it.”

With three kids, I highly doubt that.

Jonathan rolls closer to me in his chair.

“But seriously, I am glad you’re in a better mood. Whatever transpired between you and Garry really got under your skin, Bri. I warned you that you needed to be careful around him.” He gives me a pointed look. “If you’re in trouble, you’d tell me, right?”

My mouth opens, ready to deny anything’s wrong, but then Jonathan chuckles.

“Huh, speak of a Gipson and they will appear.”

What? I look up from my computer, confused.

It’s then that I see him. Strolling toward me with a smug smile clinging to his lips, is Grant. And he doesn’t come empty-handed. As he stops in front of us, he drops a large brown paper bag on top of the desk.

“Miss Wilson, looking as stunning as ever,” he greets.

Heat flares in my cheeks at his compliment. Speaking of stunning, Grant looks as good as ever. Certainly better than he has the last few times I’ve seen him. Despite the lack of sleep we all suffered through last night, there is a brightness gleaming in his eyes and there’s color in his face.

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