Page 78 of Is It Casual Now?

Siena held her closely, even as she collapsed to the side and flung her leg up to avoid crushing Siena underneath her. Siena rolled with her, and then she brushed her fingers all over Jamie’s body in the most tender touches that Jamie had ever experienced. It was light, it was patterned, and it was sensual.

Jamie closed her eyes and caught her breath, slowing her heart rate into something manageable. Eventually she shifted around and lay next to Siena, facing her. Siena tangled their hands together, once again kissing Jamie’s knuckles with a smile on her lips.

“Stay the night with me,” Siena whispered.

Jamie’s voice caught in her throat. What harm would one night do? It wasn’t like she had the money for gas for her car or money to catch a ride back to her car or to her apartment. Besides, Siena was so warm and inviting, and they could fuck again and again until they were both so exhausted that they passed out next to each other.

“You swear you have coffee, right?” Jamie asked.

Laughing, Siena nodded. “Yes, I have coffee.”

“Then it’s a deal.” Jamie moved in quickly and kissed her hard. She hummed and closed her eyes again. “Do you know how fucking amazing you taste?”

“Just as good as you do,” Siena answered with a cocky quirk of her lips.

twenty-five

Siena had been living on a high ever since she had taken Jamie home.

A gnawing at the pit of her stomach tried to remind her of the morning-after facts. She hadn’t heard from Jamie since she had dropped her back off to her car after another round of orgasms, toast and coffee. Not precisely in that order.

But the thrill that bloomed inside her couldn’t be quelled.

“Hey, Piper,” Siena answered the phone with a smile on her face. Piper didn’t often call Siena about business things. That was always Bunny. But things had been shifting. Siena could feel the changes buffeting around her. Even with her distractions, her honed skill at her job had never let her down before.

“I need your help.” Piper sounded nervous, her normal chipper and bubbly tones dampened by something that Siena was in the dark on still.

Siena looked over to the dining room table where Harley sat, legs swinging as she sang incorrect words to pop songs while coloring on random paper she’d stolen from Siena’s printer in her home office. Harley was insisting on practicingwriting with her left hand since her right one was confined by a cast practically up to her shoulder and she didn’t want to fall behind in school. Her swinging feet were still far enough off the ground that Siena could push the idea of her baby growing up too quickly from her mind. Most of the time.

She listened to Piper, and even as she told her friend and her client the reality of this backfiring, her mind was already working on getting everything she needed.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

Siena looked up to see Harley staring at her with big, worried eyes and her mouth slightly open.

“Oh, I’m okay, baby.” Siena sat next to Harley and looked at her daughter’s drawing and the random numbers and letters that she’d manage to learn how to write littering the page. “Just trying to figure out a problem at work.”

“Can I help?” Harley asked before shoving the end of her pencil in her mouth and biting on the end.

“Don’t chew the pencils, baby. You’ll get splinters in your mouth.”

“Mommy.” Harley laughed but put the pencil back on top of her paper. “I won’t get splinters.”

“Good. Because they would be super hard to try and get out with the tweezers.”

Harley looked horrified. Siena pulled her head toward her chest and hugged her even as she smiled, a little too amused that her fostering fear about pencil chewing might have worked a little too well.

“Hey, we’re going to meet Aunt Piper down at a park. Her and her friend are doing a little dress up for some photos. Did you want to come with me and help take them?”

Harley pulled back from Siena, leaning so far that Siena worried for a moment that her daughter might fall off her chair. But Harley stopped moving once she saw enough of Siena for her liking.

“Really?” Her mouth fluttered between a smile so large it threatened to eat up her face, and the open shock of such an offer.

“Really.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Harley was off her seat, dancing around the table. She made awkwardly jarring movements as she waggled her shoulders and kept going.

The sight was everything Siena needed. She laughed and then jumped up, joining Harley in her dance and chanting.

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