Behind her, Jack groaned, his hips pulsing helplessly as he came as well. Heat flashed hotter inside her, wetter than usual. His strong arms wrapped around and lifted her. Her back glued to his chest as his lips found hers, heads twisted to the side as they gasped for air through the kiss. Bodies held tight together as the room spun.
Pepper kissed him back, reaching up to lock a hand around his neck as he held her vertical. She could have been floating in midair for all she knew.
Somehow they ended up on the couch, Jack under her, her naked ass resting in his lap as he held her against his chest and they found their equilibrium. Under her ear his heart pounded, his hands stroking her shoulders gently.
“Wow.” Once she could finally take a full breath again, Pepper let out a contented sigh. “That was…freaking awesome.”
“Dirty girl,” Jack teased. “I should have known you’d like the kinky stuff.”
Oh hell. His words reminded her of the other unforeseen part of the adventure. Pepper’s gaze darted to the still-open door, but no one stood there anymore—the hairline crack between rooms revealed nothing but a dark, empty space on the opposite side.
Had she imagined Dean? Not likely.
But she was honest enough to admit it wasn’t her imagination exactly how hot it had gotten her to have someone watch.
Jack pressed a kiss to her temple and she smiled. She’d tell him what had happened once they had their clothes straightened out. Meeting up with Dean the next time—maybe she should feel worried or weird, but somehow she thought even that would work out fine.
It was alllll fine.
She snickered.
“What?” Jack asked lazily.
“I’m so mellow right now I don’t think anything could get me riled up,” Pepper confessed.
“Good to know.” He caught her by the chin and twisted her face to his so he could give her another kiss, this one languid and thorough, exactly like two people who’d just fucked themselves into a sated post-sex coma.
Issues would be dealt with later. Right now Pepper wasn’t worried about anything but relaxing in Jack’s embrace.
Lynn
“Tomorrow night’s a go. I’ve booked massages for us at seven o’clock.” Suz’s cheerful voice chirped over the extension before Lynn even had a chance to say hello.
Rolling her eyes, Lynn balanced her cell phone on her shoulder as she peeled off the tinfoil covering last night’s lasagna. “Hi, Suz. I’m great. How are you?”
“We’ve known each other for more than a decade, hon. I think we’re past the whole pleasantry bullshit.”
“Good point.” Lynn pursed her lips and stared at the casserole dish. There were only two decent-sized servings of lasagna left, not nearly enough to satisfy Parker’s voracious appetite. Even if she threw together a salad, it wouldn’t stop him from grumbling afterward about how hungry he still was.
She headed for the freezer, poking her head inside to see if she could scrounge up some chicken breast or steak. Or both. Lord, that man could eat.
“Anyway, I’ll text Pepper the details,” Suz was saying. “I swear, girls’ night is absolutely happening. Nobody is allowed to cancel this time.”
“We’ve all been busy,” Lynn answered.
“Uh-huh. If by busy, you’re referring to you and Pepper forgetting about us little people because you’re getting your rocks off, then sure, you’re busy.”
“Ha. Says the woman who cancelled last week because Tony and Diego flew in.”
“Lynn, when you have a standing arrangement with two bisexual pilots who only fly in once or twice a year, that’s not considered cancelling. It’s called common sense.”
“Hey, I’m just saying. You can’t begrudge me and Pepper our very active sex lives.”
“Oh, Pepper’s been active, all right.” Suz’s admiration echoed over the line, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “I always suspected Jack knew his way around the bedroom, but every time I get on the phone with the girl, the stories she tells blow me away. Me, the inventor of kinky sex. Did she tell you how a few weeks ago, Jack spanked her in the office without realizing Dean was watching them?”
Lynn grinned to herself as she grabbed a tray of chicken breast from the freezer. Maybe they hadn’t gotten together very often, but she and Pepper were chatting on a regular basis. “Yup.”
“And then when Jack found out Dean had stumbled on their spank fest, he got so worked up he did her right there in the apartment pool. Lordy, some girls have all the luck.”
Lynn snorted. “Bisexual pilots, babe. That’s all I have to say to that. But I do love hearing you all jealous. Pepper and Jack’s escapades remind you of your glory days, huh?” She couldn’t help but needle her friend a bit more. “Poor Susanna, growing slow and tame, while young’uns like Pepper get freaky action in offices and public spaces and—” At the sound of footsteps nearing the kitchen doorway, Lynn’s mouth snapped closed.
Parker strode in a second later, his green eyes narrowing. “What?” he demanded.
“Suz, I’ve gotta go,” she told her friend. “The boyfriend’s home.”
“Ugh. You are so cock whipped. I still love you, though. Later, hon.”