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Eyes Open
Chapter 33 in The Contact
“Bedroom,” he said. He hauled her up by the hair and came up out of the chair with her in the same motion — one arm around her waist, the other fist in her hair — and kissed her, deep and open, his tongue pushing into the mouth his cock had just left. The taste of him was everyw...
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Good Girl
Chapter 32 in The Contact
“Now with that in mind.” His voice dropped — quieter, lower, into the gear she felt at the base of her spine. “I think it’s time you properly thank me for being honest.” He spread his knees wider in the chair. Tapped his thigh twice. “Come here.” “Blondie.” Patient. The slight...
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I Switched Your Contacts
Chapter 31 in The Contact
The apartment complex sat at the back end of a commercial strip — a dry cleaner, a nail salon with a fluorescent \*OPEN\* sign that flickered, a sandwich shop that closed at three. The lot was half-empty. Ray’s rented Buick was in the second space from the end, the paint chalky u...
6 days ago 4,091 Words 13 Likes 430 Views -
Don’t Wait Up
Chapter 30 in The Contact
Sunday evening. The light through the bedroom windows was going amber and long across the floor, and Jenna stood at the closet pulling things off hangers while James sat on the edge of the bed pretending to read. “Diane texted,” she said, stepping out of her leggings. “Drinks at...
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Don’t Wait Up
Chapter 30 in The Contact
Sunday evening. The light through the bedroom windows was going amber and long across the floor, and Jenna stood at the closet pulling things off hangers while James sat on the edge of the bed pretending to read. “Diane texted,” she said, stepping out of her leggings. “Drinks at...
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See You Sunday
Chapter 29 in The Contact
Thursday, 5:40 PM. The fourth floor was emptying. The Ashford deck was submitted, the Braddock call was done, and the hallway outside the kitchenette was quiet except for the hum of the vending machine and someone’s Spotify leaking through a closed office door three rooms down....
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You’d Rather Die
Chapter 28 in The Contact
Wednesday evening. James was working late — the Whitehall variance, Tom Brewer’s edits on the third draft. She had the house to herself. She was folding laundry when it found her. The black lace was at the bottom of the basket, tangled with a pair of his running shorts and a fi...
1 week ago 3,592 Words 10 Likes 435 Views -
He Didn’t Ask
Chapter 27 in The Contact
James had been awake since five. Not the hard, panicked wakefulness of November — that had been a man staring at a screen while his life rearranged itself around a fact he couldn’t undo. This was quieter. He lay in their bed and listened to his wife breathe. A week ago he’d spen...
2 weeks ago 3,059 Words 14 Likes 605 Views -
The First Thing She Hides
Chapter 26 in The Contact
The bathroom mirror was merciless and she stood in front of it and took the inventory. Mouth swollen. His name at her throat with a pearl of him drying on the \*B\*. Her stomach and breasts striped, her cheek shining, a thick strand cooling in the hair at her left temple — she l...
1 month ago 5,346 Words 12 Likes 797 Views -
For Real
Chapter 25 in The Contact
She was laughing before she was fully back in her own head — wrung out, shaking — and she pulled forward off him, felt the long wet drag of his cock leaving her, the \*pop\* of the head clearing her entrance, and collapsed onto her side, gasping. “Losing your composure, old man,...
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You put it in yourself
Chapter 24 in The Contact
He pulled her up out of the chair by the hair — one motion, the whole mass of him doing the work — and she came up against his body with a small involuntary sound, and he kissed her. One hand still fisted in her hair, the other spread across the small of her back, his mouth takin...
1 month ago 4,968 Words 19 Likes 789 Views -
I can smell you
Chapter 23 in The Contact
The suite was three floors above the ballroom and the bass from the band came up through the carpet like a second heartbeat. Ray let her in and let the door fall shut on its own weight. He didn’t touch the overhead lights — one lamp was already burning by the bed, and the window...
1 month ago 4,053 Words 15 Likes 623 Views -
You're Wearing It
Chapter 22 in The Contact
Friday night, late, with James asleep, Jenna stood in front of the bathroom mirror naked and took the thin gold chain out of the zip pocket of her purse. She’d carried it for weeks — not worn, not thrown away. She put it on. The clasp took her three tries with damp fingers. The...
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See What Happens
Chapter 21 in The Contact
Ray knew about the visitor before she told him, though not by name and not correctly, and the twenty hours in between were the worst he’d had in months. He’d been coming off the elevator Thursday evening when he saw the IT tech from Braddock’s mess — the heavy one, the one who’d...
1 month ago 4,419 Words 13 Likes 534 Views -
Monday or Tuesday
Chapter 20 in The Contact
Jenna didn’t drive back to Meridian. She texted Diane that the offsite had run long, got on 315 going north with no destination that she said out loud, and gave herself the highway — her old decompression trick, miles instead of minutes, take the bad room apart panel by panel an...
1 month ago 4,107 Words 13 Likes 546 Views -
Mine
Chapter 19 in The Contact
The day office Braddock had taken was a corner room on the ninth floor of the Renaissance, and James understood the choice the moment he walked in. A conference room at Meridian was a fishbowl. This was a room with a door that locked and blinds that closed, rented by the hour und...
1 month ago 5,368 Words 11 Likes 570 Views -
Forty-one Flags
Chapter 18 in The Contact
The queue said forty-one flags before lunch. Anand worked them the way he worked everything — oldest first, two monitors, tea going cold at his elbow in a mug with the faded Meridian logo from before the rebrand. He was fifty-four and built like a man who had spent thirty of tho...
1 month ago 3,112 Words 10 Likes 611 Views -
What are we?
Chapter 17 in The Contact
She changed positions. Lifted off him — the \*pop\* of his cock leaving her, her rim winking shut behind it, pink and glistening — and climbed off. She moved to the center of the bed. Hands and knees. Ass up. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Come here.” Her voice was t...
2 months ago 7,004 Words 17 Likes 892 Views -
Only Ray
Chapter 16 in The Contact
The bedroom. Late. It didn’t start tender. It started in the hallway — her back against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands gripping the hem of the t-shirt and pulling it up and over and off. She was bare underneath — no bra, just skin, her tits moving with the pull of the fa...
2 months ago 4,757 Words 17 Likes 930 Views -
Five Days
Chapter 15 in The Contact
James drove the last hour with the radio off. The highway south was clear, the snow gone by Akron, the sky opening into the February grey he’d been looking at all week. The car smelled like coffee and Mike’s aftershave — Mike had hugged him in the driveway at six, the same hard...
2 months ago 5,583 Words 8 Likes 723 Views
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