Calendar Girl by Sommer Marsden Page A

whose hand was nothing more than a whispering blur as he jerked off.
    Rob’s thumb found my clit and he rubbed slick circles as he drove faster in and out of my wet pussy. ‘Jesus,’ I said, not thinking.
    Shane laughed but then he groaned. Rob nudged higher into me, his movements desperate and hurried. He pressed my clit and I came, trying to move to touch him, failing because I was pinned. Rob did a stuttering jerk over me and then came, eyes pressed shut, mouth open.
    I heard myself say, ‘Oh,’ as I watched him come and then felt the first warm drop of come hit my face as Shane joined us in the release. His eyes were wide open and studying me, but his mouth was a tight seam of concentration.
    When he was done, he leaned down and kissed me, licking my lips as Rob pressed himself flat atop me and embraced me.
    I have to admit, I liked the sensation.
    A lot.
    I was still glowy the next day, having promised the boys – as I now thought of them – that I would call and we’d all do dinner one night. I hustled up the front steps with my date book and a bag of hangers for a steady client. She liked the ones that held multiple pairs of pants and then tiered down and I’d found a fabulous sale. I had to call her, schedule an intervention for a hoarder via her therapist and tidy my own damn apartment before I got laughed out of the professional organisers’ union.
    My body was pleasantly sore and my mind giddily occupied with instant replays, so I didn’t see him at first.
    ‘Here she comes strewn with bags.’ I got the flash of a wide grin and a dark handsome face and my brain double clutched. But the accent spurred my memory.
    ‘Penn!’ (the man who had popped into my head and made my panties wet more than once, mind you). I dropped my bags and went to hug him – backed up to shake his hand – faltered, and tried a hug again. Awkward!
    But he pulled me in for a bear hug and the traditional European double cheek kiss. ‘Hello, Merritt.’
    ‘I thought you went home for a family thing!’
    ‘I leave tomorrow. The wedding was postponed.’
    ‘Oh no. Nothing bad, I hope,’ I said and unlocked the door. The scent of him filled my head and I tried not to swoon. Damn. The man was just too cute, too yummy, too finely scented. I bit my tongue. Focus. No diddling the customers .
    ‘Nope. The bride’s mother had a run-in with an illness. She’s fine. Much scrambling to redo everything, but things will work out.’ He stooped to get the bag of hangers for me and I gasped.
    I had forgotten my apartment was a bit ... mussed.
    He laughed softly and all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck went up at the sound. A tingle like electricity shot across my skin and I went right back to the night before but only in my mind at the moment, Penn was fucking me. And oddly enough Penn was the man standing over me too. I was the cream in a Penn sandwich. Mentally, mind you. ‘I ... um. I’ve been really busy ,’ I said. Hell, I would not hire me to organise if I walked into this house. But, I was also off the clock, dammit! So all bets were off, right?
    ‘You don’t practise what you preach?’ he asked. He walked in when I moved aside and sat the bag of trouser hangers on the entryway table.
    ‘Normally I do, but this week has been a bit hectic to say the least,’ I verbally backpedalled. ‘Various jobs, shopping expeditions, helping a friend Jeffrey out, dates–’
    He made a sound that was like a grunt and I stalled. Why had he done that?’
    ‘And my mother has been up my a– yeah, um, I mean she’s been needy for a while. My brother just came out and my mom’s having a hard time adjusting. Which is putting it mildly,’ I snorted and then hurriedly covered my nose, blushing hotly under my hands.
    He wandered to my mantle and touched a picture of me from before I married Drake. I was on a ski slope (I had never skied, just watched the snow and hung out in the lodge) and I was ruddy, happy and laughing at the