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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 week ago 5,346 Words 11 Likes 490 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,...
1 week ago 4,352 Words 16 Likes 481 Views -
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...
2 weeks ago 4,968 Words 18 Likes 590 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...
2 weeks ago 4,053 Words 15 Likes 501 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...
3 weeks ago 5,673 Words 21 Likes 572 Views -
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...
3 weeks ago 4,419 Words 13 Likes 453 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...
3 weeks ago 4,107 Words 13 Likes 469 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...
4 weeks ago 5,368 Words 11 Likes 483 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 537 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...
1 month ago 7,004 Words 17 Likes 801 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...
1 month ago 4,757 Words 17 Likes 814 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...
1 month ago 5,583 Words 8 Likes 634 Views -
Honest
Chapter 14 in The Contact
Thursday afternoon, the conference room emptied. Patel’s junior had taken the last of the Phase II binders. The compliance reps were in the elevator. Jenna was closing her laptop when Ray’s voice came from the doorway. “Have dinner with me.” She looked up. He was leaning agains...
1 month ago 6,766 Words 13 Likes 684 Views -
Eleven Minutes
Chapter 13 in The Contact
The highway was three hours of grey sky and the smell of Ray’s cologne fading out of her hair. Jenna had the window cracked two inches. The cold February air cut across the cabin and she let it, because the alternative was the sealed car and the smell and the smell meant the roo...
1 month ago 6,028 Words 11 Likes 708 Views -
Sunday Morning
Chapter 12 in The Contact
The hotel room had been rearranged by what happened in it. The duvet was on the floor. One pillow was against the headboard at an angle that defied explanation. The sheets were a twisted rope. The white teddy was — she spotted it draped over the desk lamp, the garter belt on the...
2 months ago 4,861 Words 21 Likes 939 Views -
Blondie
Chapter 11 in The Contact
When the contractions slowed he pulled out. The drag of his cock leaving her was a long slow theft — the ridge of the head catching at her rim on the way out, the wet sound of separation, and then the emptiness. The hollow of it hit her like a hand pulled away mid-touch — the su...
2 months ago 7,044 Words 17 Likes 1,020 Views -
The Threshold
Chapter 10 in The Contact
“We have to film this,” she said. He looked down at her. Blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, mascara starting to run, her fist barely closing around the base of him. Her mouth close enough that he could feel her breathing on the head. The expression looking up at him was not...
2 months ago 7,206 Words 20 Likes 1,013 Views -
White Lace
Chapter 9 in The Contact
Fluorescent light. The harsh, flattening, hospital-grade fluorescence hotels installed to make everything look worse. She stood in front of the mirror and the woman looking back was tired and flushed and had wine on her breath and was holding a shopping bag a fifty-three-year-old...
2 months ago 6,267 Words 19 Likes 902 Views -
Room 714
Chapter 8 in The Contact
Ray pulled his phone out as he made it to the elevator. The hallway was empty. Beige carpet, identical doors, the ice machine humming at the far end. He leaned against the wall and called James. It rang. Four times. Five. Voicemail. Ray waited for the beep. Then he started tal...
2 months ago 5,750 Words 20 Likes 818 Views -
Follow My Lead
Chapter 7 in The Contact
The drive was three hours of flat highway and the kind of weather that turned Ohio into a colorless rumor of itself. She drove her own car — Meridian had offered a corporate ride and she’d declined without thinking about why and then thought about why for the first forty miles....
2 months ago 5,888 Words 18 Likes 840 Views
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