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As deep as you in deeper nights, ride, ride, ride. Strange Pleasures by Still Corners

Cal unlocked his front door, tossing his keys on the kitchen island. Opening the pantry door, he grabbed a box of biscuits, popping one into his mouth, before turning to the cabinet next to it and retrieving a bottle of Scotch. Not much for a dinner, but it will work. He needed something to pacify his overly-scrutinizing mind. Spending the entire drive digesting the day. Between his and Zoe's tryst the night before, the meeting with Perry Lavigne, and the talk Gillian and he had at the end of the day. He could not help but overanalyze every detail from the day.

Pouring himself a double of the amber liquid. His mind was wondering about Gillians's last words, replaying them in his mind on repeat. "How would you know what I feel like, Cal?" He imagined grabbing her arms and moving her to the closed car door beside her. Pinning her body to her car in a swift, effortless move. Reaching his hands into her hair, tugging her head back, and devouring her mouth. His mouth moving down the column of her throat.

"So how did your discussion with "Gillian" go?"

"Bloody hell, Zo," he snapped quickly from his thoughts, startled by the sudden entrance of his ex-wife. "Make some noise before you enter the room, will you?!"

"Deep in thought, Cal? Sorry to "scare" you." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked over to him, taking the drink from his hand and taking a sip. "Sooo... what's the consensus?"

Popping another biscuit into his mouth, he talked with his mouth full. "Myself and Fosta have decided to take on your designer's case," he said, grabbing the drink back from Zoe and taking a swig while washing down the food in his mouth.

"Well, that is fantastic! I will call Mr. Lavigne, letting him know the good word." She grabbed her phone from her pocket and dialed his number. "Maybe we can celebrate you taking the case?" she flirted, adding a wink for emphasis. "Good evening, Mr. Lavigne. I wanted to give you the wonderful news that the Lightman group has agreed to take on your case." She walked out of the room and continued to talk on the phone.

Walking over to his couch, drink in hand, his thoughts fell on the designer. The way he looked at Gillian was greedy, with such raw desire and lust. He was not the first client to show a desire for his partner. He could not fault the man or any man, for that matter, wanting her. But it still angered him, given how overt he was about it. His gaze feasted on her, only intensifying the more they talked. He wishes he could understand what Perry told her. Reading the man's face, he could only assume it was something flirtatious and mildly inappropriate based on the blush and shock present on Gil's face. The fact she didn't seem opposed to his gaze made his stomach go into complete knots, boiling his blood in the process.

"Mr. Lavigne will be coming to your office tomorrow morning; his business partner will be joining him as well. We can discuss the logistics of everything then." Walking back into the room and taking a seat close to him, Zoe smirked, licking her lower lip before she continued. "Now let's talk about how you are going to "show me" your appreciation for me bringing you such a lucrative client." leaning close into his personal space.

Placing his hand on her jaw, he looked at her wide pupils and saw her tongue wetting her lower lip. His mind remaining on his partner. " How would you know what I feel like?" the question replaying again and again in his mind like a record that wouldn't stop. He thought of the heated look she gave him. He slid his hand to the back of Zoe's hair, gripping it harshly and pulling her head back, crushing her lips to his as he did. Kissing her until they became breathless, breaking the kiss, before trailing kisses down her throat. Pulling her hair until she laid back on the couch. She moved her hands to his belt, freeing it from his pants. Looking into her brown eyes, he imagined the blue eyes he wanted to see reflecting back at him. Imagined the black hair in his hand becoming the light brown of the woman he wanted more than anything.

"That was quite the show of appreciation," she said out of breath as they lay naked and spent in his bed. "A little rougher and more passionate than your normal performances Not that I'm complaining, of course. You must have really needed Perry's money." She smiled teasingly, looking at Cal.

Sure, that was it—not that half my blood stayed in my privates since Gillian drove away. And it had nothing to do with picturing Fosters face and body while I drove into you relentlessly.

Looking to the ceiling, deep in thought. Taking out the frustrations of the day in the bedroom—nothing wrong with that. Imagining shagging your best friend, but instead it's your ex-wife—many things are wrong with that mate.

"Was a long day, darling, you should get some rest—we have an early morning," her eyes closed already, drifting to sleep.

Looking at his sleeping ex-wife Jealously, he desired nothing else but for sleep to take him away.

Staring at the ceiling now for what felt like days, I better get some use out of my restlessness. Getting out of bed, being careful not to wake up Zoe. He made his way to his study, hoping maybe he could write a chapter or two of his book. Maybe that would bring on the sleep that he so wished for. Sitting at his desk, he opened his laptop.

"Having trouble sleeping, Cal?" Startled by the soft, familiar feminine voice. He turned his chair around, looking at the door to his study. Expecting Zoe. To his utter shock, Gillian stood before him. She was pressed against the frame, wearing the same red dress as earlier today.

Opening his mouth in surprise, he spoke words unable to be produced by his mouth. He watched as she made her way over to him. Standing now inches from his legs

"I can always help you relax," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and moving her legs up and over his body while straddling his lap. Her dress hiked up the sides of her thighs. Her body pressed against his.

"Relaxed is the last thing you are making me feel right now, luv," he finally found the words to say.

She bit her lip, staring down at him, then tilted her body back away from his. Reaching behind herself, she found the zipper to her dress, pulling it slowly down while staring into his eyes. Her pupils dilated, full of lust and desire.

"Maybe not relaxed then," she said, pulling her arms free from the garment. Sliding the dress slowly down revealing a red lace strapless bra, her rib cage, and then her taut, flat stomach. She let the dress pool at her waist. "It seems that Zoe couldn't help you but... I could help you sleep," she said, her voice almost a whisper, low and sensual. "Put that brilliant mind of yours at ease. Give you the answer you have been tormenting yourself with all night long."

She placed her hand on his jaw, rubbing it softly. "Do you want that, Cal?" his arms frozen at his sides, taking in what was playing out before him.

Looking down at his still hands, she gripped them with hers, placing them on her waist with her own on top.

"Do you want to know what I feel like?" slowly drawing his hands up to her red lace bra. Squeezing her breast with her hands still joined with his. Letting go of his hands but keeping his in place. She lowered her mouth to his, giving him a soft and light kiss before letting her lips trail softly along his jaw, making their way to his ear and whispering to him.

"Do you want to feel me?" Moving away from his ear and returning to his mouth, she kissed him fiercely this time. Full of passion and years of penned desires and longing. He returned her kisses with ferocity. She ground her hips into his lap as the kiss intensified. His hands made their way down to her hips, gripping her roughly and possessively. Moaning wantonly into his mouth, encouraging his movements. She slid her hands down his chest and stomach, letting her fingers scorch his skin with her touch, traveling lower until her hand reached the edge of his boxes.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled his face back with his lower lip between her teeth, biting it sharply.

"Cal..." her soft voice was thick with arousal. She dipped her hand into his boxers, cupping him firmly. He let out a moan of his own, deep and visceral.

"Cal..." moaning his name heatedly.

"CAL… Wake up! We forgot to set an alarm and overslept!" Zoe shouted at him, putting a screeching halt to his explicit dream.

"I'm up! I'm up!" he shouted back to her, her eyes still closed, wishing to go back to sleep and continue his dream.

"In more ways than one, it looks like." looking down at his clear excitement. "Good dream, Huh?" she asked, her amusement showing clearly on her face.

"I need a shower." A very, very cold shower.

P.S. I hated writing the Zoe/Cal Callian all the way!