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Nora: So, according to my friend Lexi, who works for the business department secretary, shit went down yesterday. Apparently, LifeReach was all too happy to accept that saucy photo from his grimy hands. But then he tagged them in his celebration post. It drew the attention of some very conservative, very wealthy donors, and they were not pleased. LifeReach didn’t like the negative press, so they gave him the boot.
Lucy: Wow.
Nora: Yep. And the bastard totally deserved it.
Lucy: I hate to say it, but he really did.
Caleb hands the phone back to me, a grin on his face. “Nora’s right. Fucker deserved it.”
“I agree, but I don’t want to think about him, or even Nora, anymore.”
“Oh yeah?” He curls his body against mine. “What do you want to think about?”
“I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.” I shimmy down the bed until my face aligns perfectly with Caleb’s hardening cock. He pulls his boxers off and strokes himself as I plant kisses along his inner thigh.
I reach between his legs and trace my finger along his balls. The sensation is hot enough to elicit a moan from him. Feeling empowered, I replace his hand with my own, and stroke the base of his dick. His hips thrust forward, and I meet him with my lips open. I swallow his cock, taking him as deep as I can go. He cries out and I repeat my movements, loving every sound he makes. I’m positively greedy for his body and I make that fact obvious. Soon, he’s threading his fingers through my hair and tugging me forward.
I go willingly, although I whine a little. “Hey, I was having fun.”
“So was I, Lucy. But I need you.”
He grabs a condom from his bedside table, and I sheathe him quickly before straddling him and sinking down on top of his hard length. He hisses out a breath. “It’s so fucking good every time, Lucy.”
I anchor my body to his by placing my hands on his shoulders while I rise up and then sink down again. “Every. Time.” I breathe.
He reaches a hand between us to tease my clit. I need the friction so badly that I toss my head back and cry out. “Yes. God. That’s…”
“Is that what you need, Lucy? Am I the one who makes you feel good?”
“So good. Always. Only you,” I say, my words coming out in a rush as my body shatters. He pumps into me one, two, three more times before shuddering beneath me and finding his own release.
Moments later, he’s taken care of me, and we’re curled up in bed together.
I think back to our last night at camp all those years ago and smile. He looks down at my face. “You still thinking about the demise of Derek the Douche?”
“Nope,” I shake my head. “I’m thinking about you. And me. And the summer we were sixteen. You knocked on my cabin door that first night. I was so afraid we’d be caught. I knew you shouldn’t have been there. But I wanted…”
“What, Lucy Paige Alvarez? What did you want?”
“This,” I tell him. “I wanted this. You and me, together. Tangled up in each other. Falling asleep together. Waking up together.” I press a kiss to his lips before snuggling back into his side, my head on his shoulder. “I wanted this.”
Epilogue
Booker
One monthlater
My roommates are headingout of town for spring break and I can’t join them. I should be jealous. I mean, they’re heading for the Florida sunshine, and the forecast here is rain all week. Not that it will matter. I’ll be spending all my time at the rink and the gym, which is fine by me, even if they think it’s a travesty.
“Book, are you sure you can’t go?” Phoebe asks.
“Yeah, it’s Rose’s first trip to Disney. That has to be mandatory, right?” Willa asks. “I mean, she won’t remember any of it, but she’ll see the pictures.”
“She’ll remember it,” Knox assures her. “Our kid’s a genius.”
“Our kid’s barely more than a year old,” Willa tells him, but this logic makes no difference.
“A baby genius,” he insists.
