Page 42 of Bratty Badboys

“You look cute without glasses,” he said, cupping my face.

My eyes were on him when I leaned closer and licked the corner of his lips. “I missed a spot.” I hummed at the sweet taste of Anna on him.

Speaking of…

We turned our attention to her. Her eyes were on us, a soft smile playing on her lips, making me shiver. I ignored the look on her face and lowered my eyes.

“Can you do one more?” I asked, smoothing my hand over her soft thighs.

Her eyes widened and Caleb said, “She most definitely can…”

Before we could dive in, she was crawling back and covering herself with the blanket. “I’m sensitive and… sore.”

Caleb ignored her words and put his mouth on her clit, making her whimper and gasp. I shushed her, pushing her hair back as she squirmed in my arms with Caleb eating her out. I joined him, fucking her warm pussy with two fingers until she came again with a soft moan.

“Good girl,” I whispered against her skin and raised my brow to find her eyes closed, her chest heaving gently.

Caleb let out a soft chuckle. “Guess we tired her out.”

I nodded, trailing my finger down her face. “I’ll clean her up.”

He hummed, not arguing with me for the first time. We stayed quiet when I washed the warm rug and wore my boxers. I thought I was a jealous person, but it didn’t feel odd seeing Caleb hold Anna in his arms when I changed the sheets.

“I’m gonna miss her,” Caleb said, kissing her temple and placing her naked body in the bed.

I frowned. Miss her?

“You’re leaving?”

The digital clock on the nightstand read two in the morning. Where did he have to go so early in the morning? And it was a weekend.

“I have work,” he sighed and before kissing each of her breasts. What a weirdo. “I’ll miss my girls.”

“You have work right now?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Duh. Why would I willingly leave you two naked and alone?” His dark eyes roved over me. “If I finish early, we can grab lunch together.”

He leaned over Anna and kissed me. I was surprised at the gentle, soft kiss. I touched my lips when he pulled back and stood up to get dressed.

“What do you do that you have to leave right now?” I asked, keeping my tone leveled. It was Sunday.

He has work on Sunday?

“It’s a top secret,” Caleb winked, buttoning his shirt and zipping up his pants. “If you end up fucking, send me a video so I can jerk off to it.”

I deadpanned. “Even if we did, I’m not sending you shit.”

“I can’t believe you just said shit, you potty mouth.” Caleb grinned, dimples popping in his cheek. He has dimples? Cute.

“I have to spend time with my grandma,” I said, remembering we will have to go to the Church and then buy groceries for the next week and meal prep our food.

Caleb rolled his eyes as he wore his shoes and took his suit jacket. His shirt was rumpled, his tie askew with hair tousled. He looked messy in a hot way.

I swallowed, looking away.

“Fine. I’ll call you and you better pick up.”

I raised my brow. “Who are you saying that?”

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