Three months. Caleb and I had somehow managed to keep our friends in the dark for three whole months. And they’d been the most exciting, most exhausting few months of my life.

It was as though we were in a race with time, trying to cram in as much sex as humanly possible before the clock ran out—whenever that may be. Some days, just walking proved to be difficult. I hadn’t thought I’d ever meet a man I couldn’t keep up with sexually—I had a pretty healthy appetite—but I was actually starting to worry that Caleb might turn out to be more than I could handle.

My cell phone vibrated on my desk. After a few close calls, I’d quickly learned to start placing it facedown so my girls didn’t see the dirty things Caleb liked to text me in the middle of the day.

I picked up the phone and glanced at the notification, seeing it wasn’t from Caleb this time. It was actually from Fiona. I’d gotten to know her pretty well since the night of the auction, and we’d become good friends.

Fiona: S.O.S. I need your ear and a shitload of wine. Please tell me you’re free tonight.

I quickly responded.

Me: I’m all yours. My place at 7?

Fiona: Sounds good. And I hate to ask, but can we keep it just us?

Fiona had managed to infiltrate my girl circle with an ease no other woman we’d ever met had been able to do. But even though she was close to all three of us, I’d formed a bond with her that was even tighter than the one she shared with Lola and Soph, so I knew that whatever she had to discuss was pretty serious if she didn’t want the two of them to find out.

I couldn’t judge her for wanting to keep them out of the loop considering I was basically doing the exact same thing with Caleb.

Me: You got it. See you then.

Before I had a chance to exit out of my texts, I got another notification.

Caleb: Listened to the show this morning. I found your topic of discussion quite entertaining.

I giggled as I stared down at the message. We’d had a woman call into the show that morning because she was worried there was something wrong with her. It took us a while to talk her off the ledge and explain that the fact that she’d never experienced multiple orgasms wasn’t something she needed to seek medical treatment for. I’d given her a list of some of my favorite sex toys and suggested she mention using them with her partner.

Me: I’m sure you did, you pervert.

Caleb: You love my perverted side. I’m hard as a fucking rock after listening to you. Meet me in our spot.

I clenched my thighs as my clit began to pulse and throb with desire. A few weeks earlier, after a business trip had taken Caleb out of town for several days, both of us were more than a little desperate to see each other. We’d snuck off to the stairwell for a midday romp between our two floors, and ever since, that place had been referred to as our spot.

Me: I can’t. It’s the middle of the workday!

His message came instantly, like he’d been expecting me to argue.

Caleb: It’s been over twelve hours since I was inside your sweet pussy. If you don’t meet me in the stairwell, I’ll have no choice but to come down there and GET YOU.

I let out a laugh, knowing his threat was anything but empty. We’d just been together the night before, but every time the man touched me I got the distinct impression that it still wasn’t enough for him. That feeling of being desired was the most euphoric thing I’d ever experienced. I was quickly growing addicted to it.

“What’s so funny?”

I let out a startled yelp and spun around in my chair, clutching my phone to my chest. Lola and Sophia walked into our shared office, studying me peculiarly like I was a specimen under a microscope that they couldn’t quite figure out.

“Oh, uh… I was just watching some of those cat videos on YouTube that Lola likes so much.” The lie slipped easily past my lips. Too easily. I’d gotten so good at deceiving my friends these past two months that the guilt was beginning to wear on me. I was just having too much fun with Caleb to stop.

“Funny, right?” Lola asked, moving to her desk to grab her purse. “Those damn videos get me every time.”

“Yeah, they’re great.”

“We’re heading out to lunch,” Sophia said. “You in?”

“Actually, I got a dress at Nordstrom’s a while back that doesn’t really fit right. I was going to use my lunch to return it.” See what I meant? The lies just came easily. I did have a new dress from Nordstrom’s, but I totally rocked the hell out of it.

Sophia studied my face like she was searching for the meaning of life or something. “You okay? You’ve been a little weird lately.”

“Weird? How have I been weird?” I asked in a suspiciously high voice.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed too,” Lola chimed in. “You’ve just seemed a little distant. Is everything all right?”

Talk about the mother load of guilt being hurled at me. I felt like the world’s worst friend. I was going to lose my woman card for sure, and probably my lifetime membership to the sisterhood. I was lying to my best friends because of a guy. The penis-wielding enemy. Okay, so that was slightly dramatic, but when all three of us had gotten our hearts stomped on, that was how we started referring to men.

But I couldn’t help it. The sex was just that good. And if I were being honest with myself—which I totally wasn’t—it wasn’t just the sex. It was him. My feelings for Caleb were growing even though I’d told them to knock it the hell off.

Stupid feelings. I hated feelings. They were such jerks.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t meant to be distant.”

“Aw, don’t apologize, honey.” Lola came up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’ll admit that I’ve been a little too preoccupied with Grayson lately. I guess we’ve all been a little busy with our own lives. Let’s just make a deal right now that we’ll get some quality girl time in this weekend.”

And just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, Lola took some of the blame for me being an asshole. “It’s a deal.”

“Ooh, girls’ night!” Sophia cheered.

“Perfect,” Lola declared, backing toward the door. “We’ll look at our schedules for a night when we’re all free and get everything set.”

“Okay. Enjoy lunch, guys.”

They headed out with waves in my direction, none the wiser, and I quickly shot off a text to Caleb.

Me: Five minutes.

* * *

“Ah, fuck! Yeah, that’s it, baby. Take it deep. Jesus Christ, you’ve got the perfect mouth.”

His whispered words were such a turn-on. I had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock as I sucked him with abandon, and I slid the other up my skirt and into my panties, hoping to alleviate the ache building in my core.

I moaned when my fingertips hit the right spot, causing Caleb’s dick to twitch in my mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You have to stop. I’m about to come.”

So was I. And I was too drunk on the feeling to stop. I took him as deep into my throat as I possibly could, sucking hard as I bobbed up and down. The closer I got, the faster I moved. I was seconds away from detonating when I was suddenly airborne.

Before I could make a sound, my back was against the wall. Caleb’s mouth came down on mine as his hands pulled at my skirt until it bunched around my waist. He tugged at my panties until they pooled around my heels. “Hop up,” he ordered against my lips. I did as instructed, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Caleb entered me in one hard, brutal thrust. I moaned at the sensation of being filled and stretched so wonderfully.

“Christ. Blew me so good I’m not going to last, gorgeous.”

I bit my lip on a whimper, trying my hardest to silence the cries that wanted to escape from my chest. It was impossible to remain quiet when Caleb fucked me.

“I’m close,” I panted on a whisper. I was already so primed from sucking him that it took no time at all.

He began driving into me faster, harder. “Touch yourself.”

One of my hands slid down between my legs, and the instant my fingers brushed my clit, I exploded. Caleb muffled my moans with his palm as he buried his face in my neck and emptied himself inside me, covering his own sounds of release in the blanket of my hair.

He held on tight until we’d both come down and he was sure my knees would hold. “How is it that every time with you is better than the last?” he asked as he tucked himself back into his slacks.

I looked up at him with a grin as I righted my own clothes. “I don’t know, but the feeling’s mutual.” I looked around the floor for my underwear, not seeing them anywhere. “Where are my panties?”

Caleb shot me a devilish wink and held my lacy thong from his index finger. I reached for them only to have him snatch them away before stuffing them in his pants pocket.

“I felt the need for a little memento.”

“You can’t keep my underwear,” I demanded on a whisper. “They’re part of a set. And they’re La Perla. Give them back.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He grinned. “Finders keepers. But don’t worry, I plan on getting the second piece of the set very soon.”

I scowled. “You are not stealing my bra.”

He shrugged and finished straightening his shirt and tie. “We’ll see about that. So whose place tonight, yours or mine?”

I finger-combed my hair so it wasn’t so obvious what I’d just been up to. “Tonight’s no good. I have plans with Fiona.”

Caleb placed his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. “So you’re telling me I have to wait until tomorrow to have you again?”

I let out a baffled giggle. “You literally just came!”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m already thinking of the next time I can have you before I’ve even gotten off. That’s how crazy you make me.”

Dear Lord, I was losing it over this guy if him saying that flattered me the way it did.

I patted his chest and pulled from his hold. “Something tells me you’ll survive.” I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Then I made my way back up the stairs to my floor before anyone could see.