Page 67 of Impossible Love

I look past Cal’s head to the glass balcony doors. The sky that started out red and advanced to violet is now a rolling wall of gray-black clouds. “It’s looking really bad.”

“Yeah. Another atmospheric river is coming in from the northwest.” He snuggles me onto his knees, a hand cupping my ass. “Lots of rain and seventy-mile-an-hour wind gusts are in the forecast. It’s not safe to fly. We’ll need to hunker down until it passes, which will take at least another day.”

I blink, trying to nail down what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling. I should be royally pissed that something as basic as the weather is in the way of closing a deal. But I’m not pissed. If anything, I’m happy, if a bit uncertain.

I have no idea what another couple days with Cal MacLaine might do to me.

“Whatever shall we do for another whole day?” I ask, blinking innocently.

“There’s still two bedrooms we haven’t defiled.”

“This is true.” I brush my fingers along his carved jawline, letting my mind wander. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He tilts his head, curious.

“How do you feel about surprises, Cal?”

Chapter 34

Victoria

One of Cal’s eyebrows rises, and his mouth hitches up. Damn, he’s sexy. Even now, after twelve hours of teasing, tension, actual sex, making out, more teasing, and even more sex, I’m still floored by how sexy he is.

“Depends on the surprise and who’s doing the surprising,” he says. “I don’t like surprises when it comes to the mission, or my business affairs, or any prank drummed up by my dumbass brothers. But you…?” His smile widens. “I’m game.”

“Good.” I give him a soft kiss and tell him I’ll be right back. I make several quick calls from my phone in the other room. When I return to Cal I see his big frame sprawled out in the chair, and I’m suddenly inspired.

I drop to my knees in front of him and wiggle myself in between his spread legs.

His face lights up. “Is this the surprise?”

“The first one.” I slide my hands up his shins, over his knees, and onto the tops of his hard thighs.

“How many are there?”

“Three.” I use my forearms to spread the robe open, then reach up and untie the sash. The terry cloth falls away, leaving his entire body exposed to me.

He’s already hard again. Or he’s still hard. It seems he’s been in a state of arousal since we got here.

I slide my palms to the base of his cock and encircle him with my fingers. Slowly, I slide my hands up and down the silky length of him. I deliver just enough pressure to avoid tickling him—because I’ve learned that Cal’s ticklish—but nothing too firm.

“You’re so beautiful, Cal. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” I make sure that when I speak again, my mouth is close enough that he feels my hot breath on his flesh. “I can’t get enough of this big cock. I think I’m addicted to it. Is that all right?”

“I can work with that.”

I drag my tongue up the underside of the rigid, veiny flesh, then twirl my tongue around the head.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice is gravelly and faint.

I peek up to see that his head’s leaning on the back of the chair. He swallows hard. I get back to the business at hand. I place my open mouth over the head of his dick, then take him to the entrance of my throat. I repeat this with different speeds and pressures as my hands still work the thickened base.

I lift my mouth from him. “You like it when I play with you, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I do. Absolutely.”

I’m hiding my smile as I kiss and lick the slit at the tip of his dick. Then I stop. “Tell me, Cal—which do you prefer? When I tease your cock like this?”

I swirl my wet tongue all over him, up and down the shaft, then slurp him into my mouth, sucking him again.

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