Page 107 of Handle Me

I captured her lips, drawing a breathy moan as my hands roamed her body. The soft curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. I leaned and whispered in her ear, “We’ll always be like this, Lola. No matter what happens. I am never giving you up again.”

She shifted and let her legs fall open.

“Promise me,” she whispered.

“I promise,” I said fiercely, feeling the truth in my words as I filled her once again. Our lips met as our bodies began to move again, sealing our vow.

AUGUST

Your Highness: Track time slipped again.

Boss: You’ll get it under control.

I might need some incentive.

A blowjob for every quarter second you knock off today’s time this week?

You are an evil genius. I love you.

SEPTEMBER

Your Highness: Did I ever tell you about the time I got a tattoo?

Boss: You don’t have a tattoo. I would know.

Would you? I haven’t seen you in two weeks.

Anders, tell me you didn’t get a tattoo.

It’s of your face, because I miss you.

God, I hope you are joking.

You’ll find out in a few days.

You sure we can sneak around London?

It will be fun.

There’s gonna be paparazzi.

Guess we better not get caught.

OCTOBER

Boss: How would you feel about a puppy?

I braced myself for his response. Next to me, the eight week-old chocolate lab that was still nameless nuzzled my hand.

Your Highness: Did you get a puppy?

Of course he’d seen through that.

I’m just asking how you would feel about a puppy.

You got a puppy, didn’t you?

He knew me so well. Sighing, I confessed.