Zannie Adams

“I’m late.”He blinked and glanced instinctively at his wrist, where he usually wore his watch.Despite her anxiety, Cali snickered. “Not late like that. My period is late.”He blinked again, but was otherwise frozen in place. His expression was unreadable and it made Cali’s heart sink a little.”

“Renaissance,” Alice’s husband said casually. “A rebirth? Like you guys have been able to start again now that you’re together?”Cali shook her head. “No. We haven’t started again. The Renaissance was about maturity,” she explained, using the words Kent had spoken to her in the Landon Industries vault more than a year ago. “So, instead of a rebirth, this is us growing into ourselves. It’s the culmination of all the years we lived before we decided to live them together.”

“Admit it. You just had sex,” Alice hissed.Cali’s jaw dropped open. “That’s none of your business,” she replied in outrage, “and how the hell did you know?”Alice shook her head “You’re glowing orgasmically. It’s disgustingly sweet. And Kent looks ridiculously relaxed and possessive.”Brushing her best friend away and flushing a little, Cali pretended to look for her salad tongs. “Mind your own business.”“Fine,” Alice grumbled. “Don’t tell me all the dirty details.” She paused for a beat. Then added, “It was rear entry, wasn’t it?”Cali almost strangled on her shock and indignation. “It was not.”Alice chuckled maliciously. “Don’t lie to me. He has that macho glint in his eyes. I’d know that look anywhere. I’m an anthropologist, remember? And mating rituals are one of my specialties.”

“Got you all hot and bothered, did I?”He sneered. “Exactly as you intended.”“Well, in a few hours, we can fuck until we’re both limp and exhausted,” she promised, giving him an exaggerated leer.Kent wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her barely clothed body back against him. “I’m not waiting for a few hours,” he countered huskily, his mouth against the side of her throat and the vibrations making her shiver.She shook her head, although she’d felt tingling pleasure between her legs at his words. “You’ll have to. I’m all fixed up and pretty now and you’re not going to get me sweaty and mess up my makeup before everyone arrives.”His other arm went around her too and his hands moved up to cup her breasts over the lace of her bra. Then his pelvis pushed into the top of her ass and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal. “I won’t mess up your makeup.”

“Oh, I see. You’re horny.”Kent cleared his throat. “I believe we’ve had more than one discussion about that adjective.”“Right,” Cali corrected, frowning as she peered at the cellulite on the top of the back of her thighs. “You’re not horny. You’re lascivious.”