CHAPTER 0029- Jenna, again!

The knock came a little after one.

Elias had left that morning for a full day of meetings across the city. Chloe was working a double. The house was empty except for me and the low hum of the refrigerator.

I opened the door without checking the peephole.

Jenna stood there in her delivery uniform, a small package under one arm and the same half-curious, half-nervous expression she’d worn the first time. Her dark hair was pulled back messily. She looked at me for a second longer than necessary.

“Package for Kane,” she said. Then, quieter: “I was hoping it’d be you.”

I stepped aside. She came in. I shut the door.

We didn’t bother with the package. She set it on the entry table and followed me into the living room like she’d been thinking about this exact path since the last time. When I turned around she was already close.

“He’s not here,” I said.

“I know.” Her eyes flicked over my face. “I waited until I saw his car leave.”

That was all it took.

She kissed me first — softer than Elias ever did, but hungry in a different way. I kissed her back and her hands found my waist, then slid under my shirt. Warm palms against bare skin. I pulled her uniform top up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were smaller than mine, nipples already tight. I cupped them and she made a small sound into my mouth.

We undressed each other without talking. Clothes landed in a messy trail between the living room and the couch. When we were both naked she pushed me down onto the cushions and climbed over me, thighs bracketing my hips. The first full press of her body against mine made my breath catch. Soft where he was hard. Warm in a completely different way.

She kissed down my neck, my collarbone, then took one of my nipples into her mouth and sucked. I arched. Her hand slid between my legs and found me already wet. Two fingers stroked through the slickness, then pushed inside slowly.

“You’re soaked,” she whispered against my skin.

“Been thinking about this since last time.”

She smiled and kissed lower. Across my stomach. Then she settled between my thighs, pushed them open wider, and dragged her tongue through my folds in one long, deliberate lick. I moaned and threaded my fingers into her hair. She licked me like she had all afternoon — slow circles around my clit, then deeper, tongue pushing inside before sliding back up to suck. The wet sounds of it filled the quiet house.

I came faster than I expected, hips lifting off the couch, thighs trembling around her head. She kept licking me through it until I had to push her back from the sensitivity.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at me, eyes dark.

“My turn.”

I flipped us. She went easily onto her back. I kissed her once — tasting myself on her lips — then worked my way down her body the same way she had mine. When I settled between her legs she was dripping. I licked a broad stripe up her center and she gasped, one hand flying to my hair. I took my time. Explored every fold with my tongue. Sucked her clit the way she’d sucked mine. Slid two fingers inside her and curled them while I licked.

She was louder than me. Soft, broken moans that made my own body clench in response. When she came it was with her thighs tight around my ears and my name in her mouth.

We didn’t stop.

I crawled back up and kissed her again, messier this time. She rolled us so we were on our sides, one of her legs hooked over my hip, and then she shifted until our centers pressed together. The first slide of her wetness against mine made us both still for a second.

Then she started moving.

Scissoring slow at first, finding the angle where every shift dragged her clit against mine. The friction was slick and perfect and almost too much. I gripped her thigh and moved with her, the heat building fast between us. Wet sounds filled the room again — different from when a man was involved, softer but somehow filthier for how deliberate it was.

She reached down and rubbed my clit while we ground together. I did the same to her. The dual sensation pushed me over the edge again. I came with my forehead pressed to hers, shaking, and she followed a few strokes later with a quiet, wrecked sound.

We stayed tangled like that afterward, legs still hooked, breathing hard into each other’s mouths.

Eventually she laughed under her breath, soft and disbelieving.

“I really did only come here to deliver a package.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah.” She brushed a strand of hair off my face. “Okay. Liar.”

We cleaned up slowly. Found our clothes. She put her uniform back on while I watched from the couch in just my shirt. At the door she paused with her hand on the knob.

“If another package comes for this address…” she said.

“I’ll be the one who answers.”

She smiled, small and private, and left.

I locked the door behind her and stood there for a moment in the quiet entryway, thighs still sticky, the taste of her still on my tongue.

Elias would be home in a few hours.

I already knew I wouldn’t tell him.

Not yet.