fanfictionhaleb: Yay! It's here - and I think you're gonna like it!
DuncneyLoveOfMyLife: Ahh thank you! I'm sorry to say, but we've still got a long time until divorce lawyers come into play - but that just means lots more of Haleb sneaking around, and that's good, too, right?!
Enjoy!
Hanna couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She had vowed to be faithful to her husband, first two years ago in front of all of their friends and family at their wedding ceremony, and then, more recently, to herself, after she and Caleb had had sex the first (few) times. And she had been faithful, for almost four years. But then Caleb had come into her life and turned her world completely upside down. She was so insanely attracted to him, and she couldn't even figure out why. But every single time she was around him, her pulse would quicken, and she would feel that familiar ache between her legs.
She had thought that she just needed to get it out of her system. That having sex with him that one long, hot day in the office would help her to move on from these feelings. But if anything, it had just made her want him even more. She would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, a low buzz simmering through her body, as she remembered the feeling of his cock inside of her, his fingers digging into her sensitive skin, his mouth leaving hot, wet kisses all over her body.
It had been a couple of weeks since that day in his office, and she had been trying to push the memories away, and focus on her husband, while he was actually home for once.
But she couldn't stop thinking about Caleb, the way he made her feel, the incredible orgasm(s) he had brought her to, how turned on she immediately became whenever they were even in the same room.
So that was how she ended up here, at his doorstep, at 9:00 on a Friday night. Jordan was away again, but, for the first time, she was actually glad. If he had been home, they would probably be at some fundraising gala together, and she definitely wouldn't be here, about to have incredible sex again with the gorgeous man that she had been working with for the past few months.
Of course, she felt guilty. She had never imagined she could ever do this to Jordan. But there was just something about Caleb that made her unable to control herself. She was finally beginning to understand how people could get wrapped up in these illicit affairs. Until she met Caleb, she had always judged adulterers harshly, but she realized now that sometimes you just meet someone who makes you lose all self-control due to the ridiculous attraction you have for them.
She knocked on his front door and waited nervously. She knew she looked good. She was wearing a tight, low cut black top that showed off her cleavage, but still left enough to the imagination, her tightest dark wash skinny jeans, and her favorite 120mm Louboutins.
Caleb was sitting on the couch in his small living room, watching a Phillies game, when he heard a knock at his door. He looked at his phone to check the time, and was confused as to who would be at his door at this hour.
Hanna saw the look of surprise flash across Caleb's face as he opened the door and saw her standing there.
Hanna had been keeping her distance from him since that crazy day in his office, and he hadn't seen much of her, with the exception of their encounter in the closet a couple of days ago. He had respected her space, figuring she was probably feeling guilty about what had happened between them. He just hoped she didn't regret it. Because he definitely didn't regret it.
"Hanna, hi," he said awkwardly, unable to hide his surprise. "What are you doing here? Wait, how do you even know where I live?"
"I have my ways," she told him, smirking. "You realize we work in the same place, right? All of your personal information is at pretty easy reach." And here he thought he was the computer whiz.
"Okay, so then for my other question: what are you doing here?" He was pretty sure he had a good idea of what she was doing here, though.
"Oh, I don't know. I was just in the neighborhood, figured I'd stop by," she said as nonchalantly as possible.
"You were in this neighborhood?" he questioned, shooting her a suspicious look. "Pretty far out from your rich, fancy neighborhood, isn't it? I think you know exactly why you came here."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said innocently, her voice low.
"Would you like to come in?" he asked her, stepping aside so she could cross the threshold.
"Oh, I suppose," she replied casually, stepping inside.
He rolled his eyes.
"So..." he started, looking into her eyes.
"Sooo..." she agreed, gazing back at him.
"Just couldn't get enough of me the last time, could you?" he smirked at her.
There it was again; the cocky, arrogant, full-of-himself jerk that drove her crazy and pissed her off but turned her on all at the same time.
She just shrugged, as if to say she didn't really care one way or another.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, babe, but I really don't do the married woman thing," he told her. "I've been with a lot of women, and I don't have many rules when it comes to dating, but I do have a strict rule about no married women."
"That didn't stop you the other day," she shot back. "Besides, it's a good thing I'm not looking to date, then."
At least she was blatantly honest about the fact that she was solely interested in someone to fuck behind her husband's back.
"That was a one-time thing. Well, a several-time thing, I guess," he corrected himself as he saw the look on her face. Wow, that had been a seriously great day, he thought back, now that he was remembering the details of that afternoon. "But a one-day thing. I just wanted to prove that I can have whoever I want, whenever I want. I guess I still got it." He smiled widely at her.
God, he was such a cow.
"And that day in the closet?" she questioned. He had definitely been flirting with her, just a couple of days prior.
"I just wanted to get to you," he told her. "Obviously it worked."
"You kissed me!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, I did," he agreed, grinning. "Yeah, I've gotta be honest, that was just because you're a really great kisser and I really enjoy kissing you. But that doesn't mean I can sleep with you again."
She scoffed. "Oh, bullshit. I know that that day was as amazing for you as it was for me. You can't deny that you wanna fuck me again."
He shrugged, giving her a guilty look.
"To be honest - and I'm really glad it was so amazing for you - but I'd probably give it a B."
"A B?" she exclaimed, furious. Now he was just being plain rude.
"Maybe a B minus," he told her.
"You are so full of shit," she told him angrily, their faces now just inches apart, as she had been subconsciously stepping closer and closer to him as their argument escalated.
"I wish I could give you a chance to redeem yourself, but, like I said, no married women." He pretended to look apologetic.
He really was against sleeping with married women (he wasn't out to destroy marriages and families) but there was just something about Hanna that made him care a lot less about that rule. She was snobby, for sure. Stuck-up, spoiled, thought she was above everyone else. But she was stunning, obviously, and she had already proven herself in bed (definitely not a B minus, he just wanted to see her fired up again). And their constant fighting led to ridiculous sexual tension between them.
He could tell she was desperate for him again, and who was he to deny a woman such a privilege? He knew they would probably end up having sex again tonight, but he was at least going to make her work for it.
"Shouldn't you be at home with your husband, anyway?" he asked her.
"He's away on business," she said simply. She really didn't want to talk about Jordan right now.
"Again? No wonder you're always running to me," he said arrogantly.
"Well, if you really don't wanna fuck me, let's just...play a game, since I'm already here and everything," she said, looking around his house and spotting a pool table.
He saw her eyeing it. "Do you play?"
"A little bit," she told him, walking over and examining the table. "But, let's make it interesting."
Oo, here comes the fun part, thought Caleb as he followed her to the table.
"What were you thinking?" he echoed her words from a couple of weeks ago.
"How about some new rules? Every time I miss a shot or you sink a shot, I take off something I'm wearing, and vice versa."
"So you want to play strip billiards," he clarified, raising his eyebrows. "Fine."
She picked up a cue, holding it up and acting like she was examining it closely, like she knew what she was doing. Really, she had only played a few times.
As she was chalking up the end of it, she turned to Caleb and said, "Be honest. Are you hoping I'm really good or really bad at this? If you seriously don't want to have sex with me again, which I still don't buy, you better hope I'm amazing at this game, because we both know if you see me naked again, you won't be able to stop yourself from fucking me."
"Oh, is that so?" Caleb asked teasingly. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that."
Hanna attempted to play it cool, like she was really as confident as she sounded, but in reality, that was far from the truth.
As Caleb picked up a cue, he told Hanna, "Why don't you break," gesturing to the table.
She positioned her cue, lining it up with the cue ball. She hit the cue ball, sending the object balls across the table, the solid purple ball landing smoothly in the pocket.
"Solids," she declared, looking at Caleb expectantly.
She watched him carefully as he balanced on one foot and slipped off one of the socks he was wearing.
She lined up her cue again, hitting the cue ball, but watching as a couple of balls scattered all over the table again.
"Oops," she said simply, looking up at Caleb from underneath her lashes. She leaned against the table for balance as she slipped off one of her Louboutins.
Caleb grabbed his cue and lined it up with his cue ball. He aimed for the red striped ball, and sank it easily.
Hanna sighed, pretending to be frustrated, before stepping out of her other heel.
Caleb set up his shot towards the purple striped ball, and again, sank it with ease.
He snorted as he watched Hanna take off her watch and set it on his kitchen counter, and she shot him an innocent look over her shoulder. "I didn't specify, 'clothes,' I just said 'something you're wearing.'"
Caleb next sank the orange and then brown striped balls, prompting Hanna to take out each of her earrings and add them to the pile with her watch. She was out of jewelry now.
Caleb knew he wanted to drag this out, and couldn't get Hanna naked quite yet, so he intentionally missed the next shot, removing his other sock as a result.
Hanna shot him a look as she lined up her cue and cue ball, before easily sinking the solid blue ball.
She watched as Caleb took off the army green jacket he was wearing, admiring his muscular arms in the tight T-shirt now exposed.
But her next shot went wild, so she pulled her top over her head, leaving her standing there in just her red lace bra and skinny jeans.
Caleb couldn't stop his gaze from wandering over her now almost-exposed top half; he had seen her completely naked just a couple of weeks before, but she was even hotter than he remembered. He had thought the black lace underwear she'd been wearing last time had been the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, but this red lace today was on its own level.
He could hardly take his eyes off of her, so he ended up missing his next shot.
He smirked at her as he unbuckled the belt he had almost forgotten he was wearing, dropping it on the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing.
She pretended she didn't care that it was just a belt, just picked up her cue, and walked to the other side of the table, facing him, so that when she leaned down, her body almost parallel to the table, he had a clear shot into her bra.
He shook his head. She was good. Really good. He didn't stand a chance of holding out. He knew now that there was no way the night ended without them having sex again. She was right; he definitely couldn't resist her.
She took her time with this shot, making sure she gave him plenty of time to check her out, but still missed the solid brown ball she had been aiming for.
He stared at her as she slowly unzipped her skinny jeans, and pulled them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time. They seemed to be glued to her ass, so he was impressed she could even get them off.
Removing her skinny jeans revealed matching red lace underwear, and Caleb couldn't look away, his eyes running up and down her perfect body, as his own body reacted to her.
Hanna cleared her throat, raising her eyebrows, and Caleb realized it was his turn again.
He got ready to shoot, but felt Hanna make her way behind him, snaking her arms around his waist from behind, her hands slipping under his shirt to draw small circles over the tight skin of his abs, pressing her lips against the back of his neck in a gentle kiss.
He tried to ignore the feeling of her hands on him, but that, of course, was impossible, and he missed his next shot.
"Oh, sorry, was that my fault?" Hanna asked, pulling a face and attempting to look apologetic.
He rolled his eyes at her before pulling his T-shirt over his head.
She ran her hand down his toned stomach, letting her fingers slip below the waistband of his jeans, underneath his boxers, stroking the sensitive skin there.
"Don't feel bad about missing that shot - you look better without your shirt anyway," she whispered in his ear, her voice husky.
She pulled away, turning to face the table, but he stayed close behind her.
She leaned down with her cue, making sure to angle her body so that her lace-clad ass was pressing against Caleb's crotch. She adjusted her position a few times, making sure he was really feeling the pressure.
Caleb took in a sharp breath as he felt her grinding against him. If he wasn't hard before, after seeing that red lace lace against her tanned skin, he was definitely hard now.
He didn't know what it was about Hanna; he had slept with a lot of women, but didn't often go back to them a second time. Typically, he liked the adventure of a new body every time, but something about Hanna made him wish he could fuck her every single day for the rest of his life. He knew he would never get tired of exploring her body, hearing her moan his name, feeling her tighten around his member.
He knew he couldn't resist for much longer, and, honestly, he didn't want to.
Hanna knew she had him as soon as she felt him slip his arm around her waist, running his hand across her stomach, his fingertips brushing the skin lightly. His touch felt like fire, all of her nerve endings electrified.
He put his cue back down on the edge of the pool table, before he slipped his hand down to press against her centre, and he could feel that she had already completely soaked through her panties.
She threw her head back, resting it on his shoulder, giving him full access to her neck as she let her own cue drop to the floor beside them with a clatter.
He wrapped both of his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to him, as he placed wet kisses on her skin. She moaned as he sucked particularly hard, right at the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
She gasped as she felt him pushing her panties aside, his fingers running along her slick folds, but never going any deeper.
With no warning, he spun her around and lifted her up onto the pool table, pushing aside any of the remaining game balls in their way.
He looked down at her, before crashing his lips against hers. She parted hers to allow his tongue entrance, and he explored her mouth hungrily.
He could feel her run her hands up his bare back, gripping onto his shoulders from behind. His hands tangled in her long hair, holding her as close as possible.
He could feel his erection straining against his jeans. Hanna looked at him questioningly as he pulled away, breaking their passionate kiss. She understood as he unbuttoned his pants, and she reached for the waistband to help him pull them down. He stepped out of them, before capturing her lips with his own again. He couldn't help but think about what an amazing kisser she was; no woman before had ever had him this on edge after just making out.
He unclasped her bra without breaking the kiss, and she let it slip off of her shoulders.
She moaned into his mouth as he began massaging her breasts, cupping them with each hand. He nibbled at her lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue.
He felt her tugging on his boxers, and he broke the kiss just long enough to remove them completely.
She was once again taken aback by his size - he was even bigger than she remembered, and the realization made her ache for him that much more.
He reached for her panties, and she lifted her hips to allow him to slide them down her legs and off her feet.
They pulled apart, breathless, resting their foreheads against one another as he positioned himself at her centre.
They both groaned as he finally entered her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles to keep him trapped against her. He thrust into her over and over again, hitting that bundle of nerves that made her toes curl.
She hadn't realized just how much she had needed this again. She hadn't been able to get the last time out of her mind.
She had thought about this feeling countless times over the past couple of weeks, but she definitely hadn't done it justice. This was even more incredible than she had remembered.
She was rocking her hips against his, trying to let him into her as deeply as possible. She screamed at one particularly deep thrust, and he slowed, worried he'd hurt her, but she murmured breathlessly, "No, don't stop, keep going."
She connected their lips again, her hands going to the back of his neck to hold him close.
He swallowed her moans as he continued to thrust in and out of her rhythmically.
She could tell she was getting close as he hit the exact right spot over and over again.
"Oh, god, Caleb," she moaned, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming again.
He could feel her walls tightening around him, and as soon as he felt her let go, he followed soon after, unable to stop himself from spilling his load inside of her.
"Shit, Hanna," he whispered against her skin over and over again as they rode out their climaxes together.
He pulled out of her, and she groaned as the comfortable feeling of fullness left her body.
Caleb slipped his boxers back on, and handed Hanna his T-shirt to put on. Although tight on him, it was oversized on her.
She attempted to step down from the pool table, but her knees buckled, and Caleb caught her just in time before she fell to the floor. He supported her weight, lifting her and carrying her the short distance to his couch. He placed her down on it, and he sat down next to her.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, but soon felt Hanna's body on his as she straddled him.
He held her tightly around the waist as she kissed his neck, sucking at his pulse point, leaving a bruise. A cheer from the TV he had left on earlier caught his attention, and he turned his head so he could see the game, just as they were showing a homerun replay. Hanna felt his shift, and pulled away to see his eyes locked on the television.
"Seriously?" she exclaimed. "You have an almost-naked woman on your lap and you're watching baseball?"
"Sorry," he laughed, turning his attention back to her. "Sorry," he repeated, grinning sheepishly at her.
"Men," she muttered, shaking her head. "You guys really need to get your priorities straight."
He gazed up at Hanna to see her staring back at him. He looked at her swollen lips, and couldn't seem to stop himself from grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face to his roughly.
Their lips met, their tongues tangling together, and Caleb could feel Hanna's lips turn up as she smiled into the kiss, making him smile, too.
Hanna ran her hands down Caleb's arms, squeezing his biceps. He ran his hands gently down her back, over his T-shirt, before settling on her bare ass, underneath the fabric.
She could definitely get used to this. Was it wrong to wish her husband would never come home?
When Hanna woke up the next morning, she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar surroundings, confused on her whereabouts, until it hit her. What she had done last night. Who she had done last night. She had cheated on her husband again. And the worst part was, she didn't even feel particularly bad about it. She felt guilty, of course, but the sex was so incredible that she didn't regret it. It couldn't happen again, though. She knew that.
She sat up and looked around the room, noticing Caleb was missing from the other side of the bed. She thought back to last night, how their night had started on the pool table and ended right in this very bed, with an amazing trip to the sofa in between.
She wondered where Caleb was, and considered the appropriate etiquette for the morning after an extramarital one-night stand. Should she just leave now? She could leave a note, or text him later. Should she wait for him to come back?
Before she had time to make up her mind, she heard the front door open and close, and, suddenly, there was a body on top of her, golden and furry, sharp claws digging into her bare legs, and hot breath on her face.
"Brody! Brody, down!" She heard Caleb's loud voice echoing through the room before she saw him. "Brody, get down, now!"
The golden retriever looked at Caleb, then at Hanna, before looking back at Caleb, and finally climbing off of Hanna and jumping down onto the floor.
"Hanna, I am so sorry," Caleb said genuinely, sitting down on the bed next to her. "Brody's the sweetest puppy in the world, but he did kind of fail out of obedience school." She laughed at the guilty expression on his face. "We just got back from his walk, and he was already hyped up from chasing a squirrel, and then he saw a new person when we got back, and he just got really excited. He doesn't really understand boundaries."
She watched as he bent down to pet his dog, a gentle, affectionate smile on his face, and she noticed how soft, how innocent, he looked, a far cry from his usual cocky self. Damn, there was just something about a man who loved his dog.
"It's fine," she laughed. "I love dogs. I always had them growing up, but I don't have one now, and I miss it, so he's totally welcome to slobber all over me."
He looked up from Brody to smile over at her. He had to admit, he was surprised. She didn't strike him as a dog person. He couldn't see her cleaning up dog poop, or dealing with fur all over her designer clothes.
"But how did I not know you had a dog?!" she asked him, confused. "Where was he last night?"
"He was in his crate," Caleb shrugged, pointing to the dog crate beside the bed. She had been a little preoccupied last night and hadn't noticed it before. "He runs around like crazy all day, and then goes to bed early and sleeps all night long, so I guess it works out okay for me."
She got up off the bed and crouched down next to the dog, and Caleb got a great view up his T-shirt that she was wearing with nothing underneath.
She scratched the dog's head, and rubbed his back, murmuring, "Hi, Brody, you're such a good boy, aren't you?"
Caleb grinned to himself listening to her baby voice as she spoke to his dog.
"Hey, are you hungry?" She looked up at him as he asked, still stroking Brody's golden coat. "I can whip up some eggs or something."
She thought about it for a second. Letting Caleb make breakfast for her felt a little too domestic, but she was hungry.
"Um, yeah, sure, that would be great," she told him.
"How do you like your eggs?" he asked her.
"Scrambled is fine," she smiled up at him, before standing up and following him to the kitchen, encouraging Brody to follow her.
As Caleb made his way around the room, taking out everything he needed to make breakfast, she checked out his kitchen. She hadn't really paid much attention to his house the night before, as she had had other, more pressing thoughts on her mind, but she now noticed it was actually really nice, especially for a single guy. It wasn't the biggest or the flashiest, but it was clean and updated.
As Caleb placed two slices of bread in the toaster, and then cracked the eggs on the hot frying pan, Hanna was busy giving Brody lots of attention.
"Hey, do you have treats for him?" she asked Caleb.
"Um, of course I have treats," he replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But it's like eight in the morning, and all he's accomplished is tackling you, so I'm not really sure he should be getting treats."
"But he's just so freakin' cute!" she exclaimed, scratching behind his ears. "I mean, look at that face!"
He did look at Brody's face, and then at her pleading face, which was just as cute, and he had to give in.
"Fine," he laughed. "They're in there." He pointed to a corner cabinet where he kept all of Brody's things.
She took out the container of dog treats, and Brody's ears noticeably perked up when it came into view.
"Brody, sit," she commanded, holding the container. He didn't move, just looked up at her expectantly.
"Brody, speak," she tried again.
"I told you," Caleb laughed. "He failed out. He doesn't know how to do any of that."
"Brody, be the best boy in the whole wide world!" she called out to him. "Look at that!" she said to Caleb, throwing her hands up victoriously. "And you said he couldn't follow commands."
Caleb rolled his eyes, amused, as she gave Brody a treat, the dog chewing it excitedly.
"Alright, alright, you can stop bribing my dog to like you now, breakfast is ready."
She took a seat at his small dining table, and he placed a plate filled with scrambled eggs and toast in front of her. She tucked one leg up underneath her, the T-shirt she was wearing riding up and showing off the smooth skin of her long, tanned legs.
They ate in near silence, the only sound in the room being Brody chewing on his bone.
When both of their plates were cleared, Caleb picked them up and rinsed them in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher.
Hanna followed him, leaning on the kitchen island.
"Thanks for that, it was really good," she told him, watching him at the sink.
He turned around to face her.
"Well, eggs are one of my specialties," he replied.
"What's your other specialty, pasta?" she retorted.
"You got it," he said with a wink.
"So you don't really cook much?" she teased him.
"Oh, please, that's coming from you? When's the last time you cooked anything, Princess? And I mean, you, not your housekeeper."
She rolled her eyes playfully but knew she couldn't argue. He was right; she definitely didn't cook.
And then she came to her senses. She couldn't stay here all day flirting with him; she had already spent way too much time with this man that was not her husband.
"Alright, well, I have to go," she told him, standing up. "I'm gonna go change."
She picked up the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday that were now scattered around the floor, and went to his bedroom to change, latching the door closed behind her.
She had just taken off his T-shirt when he walked in.
"Seriously?" she exclaimed, covering her chest with her hands. "Some privacy would be nice."
"Nothing I haven't already seen, babe," he smirked at her.
"Fine," she snapped. "Have it your way," she muttered under her breath, before slowly getting redressed, skipping her panties because they clearly smelled like sex, but pulling on her bra and slowly reaching behind her to clasp it, before pulling her skinny jeans and top back on, making sure Caleb was watching her every move. He was, and he was slowly making his way closer to her, until their faces were just inches apart.
"You're such a tease," he murmured, grabbing her ass as she finished getting dressed. "And do you really have to go so soon? We haven't even had morning sex yet."
"Sorry, pal," she told him, walking out of his bedroom as he followed her to his front door. "But no morning sex. No more sex at all.
"This has been fun," she remarked, as she stood just inside the entrance of his home. "Really, really fun, actually. But it can't happen again. I'm married." She picked up her left hand to look down at her rings, reminding Caleb, but more likely, herself, that she was, indeed, married.
"Okay, sure," he said to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she questioned. "And you're not allowed to do that," she demanded as his lips lifted in a small smile.
"What?" he questioned.
"You're not...allowed to look at me like that." She couldn't even make eye contact with him, fearing that the look on his face right now would make her lose all control and forget everything and just jump into bed with him again.
He smiled his soft smile in response.
"And you're not allowed to do that, either." Somehow, this look was even sexier than the first.
"Do what?" he asked, laughing.
"You're trying to seduce me again!" she exclaimed. "But it's not gonna work, Rivers. This, whatever it is," she gestured between the two of them. "Is over. Done. Never happening again."
"Okay, sure," he repeated, grinning at her.
"I'm serious," she said, and the expression on her face confirmed that fact, but Caleb still didn't buy it. "I have a husband; I can't keep sleeping with you."
"I know you have a husband," he confirmed. "And I respect that. Which is why both times we've hooked up, it's been you coming on to me. Last night, I even told you I wasn't going to fuck you, but you just had to have me."
"I know, I know!" she exclaimed, frustrated. "But it's not gonna happen again. It can't. Yes, I wanted to have sex with you. And then I wanted to have sex with you again. But I can control myself, and I will, from now on. This is never happening again."
"You just keep saying it's not gonna happen again, but honestly? I don't believe you, babe," Caleb told her, a smug expression on his face.
"I am not your 'babe,'" she exclaimed indignantly. "And I don't see what there is to believe or not," she retorted. "It's just a fact. We are never having sex again. Ever."
"If you say so," Caleb said with a wink.
"I do!" she said adamantly. "And oh my god, could you be any more annoying?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but she didn't want to hear it, so she interrupted, "You know what, no, it doesn't matter. I'm sure you could be more annoying, but I don't care to witness it. I have to go."
She opened his front door, turning around when he said, "Oh, and Hanna? I was wrong. Definitely not a B."
He didn't miss the pleased little smile that crossed her face as he finally admitted that the sex had been just as amazing for him as it had been for her.
"Goodbye, Caleb," she told him, wiping the smile off of her face, hoping he hadn't noticed how happy she had been about his admission.
"Bye, Hanna," he sing-songed, slapping her on the ass playfully as she walked out the door, smiling to himself as he heard her indignant squeak.