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have
known they wouldn’t give her a day or two of peace. “Nothing. Everything is
under control.”
    “Let me ask you this—what the hell happened with
Caleb at the party? He’s been running around the hotel all surly and taciturn
today. That’s not Caleb. He almost always has some retort or other for Alec,
and nothing. Someone going to tell me what’s up?”
    “Shit, honey, not now okay? I’m trying to work
some stuff out.”
    “Some stuff that has to do with Caleb?”
    “Yes, no. I don’t know.”
    Jaya was silent for several heartbeats. “Did
something happen last night? Do I have go get Ricca and we go kill him?”
    Micha chuckled. “No, nothing like that. He…we—” What
the hell could she say? We had an awesome make out session,
then I begged him to fuck me and he said no, then I freaked out? “It’s
complicated.”
    Jaya was silent again. “Holy shit, you slept with
him.”
    Micha widened her eyes. “Damn it, Jaya. Would you
keep your voice down?”
    “Micha, I’m in my office. No one is here. When did
this happen?” When Jaya wanted information, she was a like a dog with a bone.
    “Look, Margarita Mondays is tonight. You and Ricca
come over, and I’ll fill you in. Now I gotta go.”
    “Micha?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Look, I want to give you shit for Caleb, but I’m
actually worried about you. I’m worried.”
    “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you
guys. Can we talk tonight?”
    “Sure, I’ll gather the other trooplette. Just tell
me—you’re sure you’re okay?”
    “Peachy.” Micha hung up and stared at her files. At
least peachy was the rhetoric she repeated to herself on a daily basis.
    ***
    Caleb woke to the remembered scent of Micha. Her
strawberry shampoo. He cursed as he checked the time; he only had an hour
before his client meeting. He had two new clients to meet with today and he
still had to deal with the Sabine situation. He had real world shit to take
care of and deal with, but instead his thoughts were consumed with one woman.
    He padded into the bathroom, and unable to shake
the lingering memories of her, he turned the water on. He had excellent recall,
and his mind insisted on replaying every moment of the elevator ride. From the
way her hips had rocked into his, to the way she’d moaned his name, to the
satiny feel of her thighs as she’d wrapped them around him.
    Caleb’s hips jerked at the memory. She’d been so
soft, so ready for him, so willing. But then he’d gone and ruined everything
with his damn crisis of conscience. He couldn’t get her out of his head. The
memory of Micha sliding her slick tongue over his. Those magnificent breasts of
hers plastered against his chest. Her thighs splayed wide for him, with the
slit in her dress so daring. He’d been able to hitch it up by inches to access
her sweet slickness.
    His hips rolled again, and he reached down to
adjust the throbbing aching length between his thighs. Big mistake. The moment
he wrapped his hand around his cock, all he wanted to do was come. His balls
ached with the remembered pressure of almost having release. Impatient, he
stroked, and the memory of Micha was enough to bring him to the brink again.
    “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. But that didn’t
curb the need. In slow, measured movements, he worked his hand up over the
bulbous tip with a firmer grip then came down over his full length.  As he stroked,
his brain conjured memories of Micha tugging at his shirt. Of her wrapping her
legs around him and rocking her hips into him.
    His fingers slick with her wetness as he slid them
over her sensitive folds. The way she’d tossed her head back and exposed the
column of her throat. The way her hands had fisted in his hair and she’d moaned
his name. The little mewling sounds she’d made when he’d closed his lips over
the tip of her breast. Her nipples hardening to little pebbles as he’d licked
them, suckled them. His breath caught. Micha coming was a sight he’d