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She did as I ordered, her head resting on the pillows, and her parted thighs giving me a breath-stealing view of her glistening sex. I moved up onto the mattress, and starting at one upraised knee, I trailed hot, damp kisses downward, mixing it up with a few love bites that made her gasp and the scratch of my stubble abrading her skin so she’d feel those chafe marks later. Reaching her pussy, I settled onto my stomach and slowly, leisurely, swiped my tongue through her folds, intending to be down here for a good long while.

She moaned, her fingers sliding through my hair and her hips shamelessly angling upward for more pressure, more friction. In time, when she was finally begging for release, I gave her both, loving the way she cried out my name as her body shuddered from the force of her first orgasm.

Then, I immediately started all over again, licking, sucking, tongue swirling over and around her clit while two fingers fucked her slow and deep to rekindle those intense sensations. It took longer to get her there this second time, but when I did her fingers gripped my hair as she bucked against my mouth, a hoarse cry of bliss escaping her throat.

Her body went lax, then tensed back up when I stayed right where I was, looking up at her from between her spread thighs and making her watch as my tongue did wicked things to her pussy and the tips of my fingers dragged along that sensitive spot inside her body.

She whimpered, her fingers twisting in my hair in an attempt to pull my head away. “Caleb…I can’t.”

“You can,” I rasped, intending to prove her wrong as I pulled her clit between my lips and lashed it with my tongue, making her shudder and moan. “Youwill, because I’m not leaving this spot until you give meallyour pleasure.”

She made a soft, mewling sound and shook her head against the pillows. “I want you inside of me.”

“You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready to give it to you,” I growled against her pussy, ignoring how said dick ached and throbbed with the need to feel her internal muscles gripping me. “Now, be a good girl, stop fighting me, and give me whatIwant.”

I slowed things down, softening my touch until I felt her relax and give herself over to my ministrations. A short while later her hips started gyrating again, seeking firmer pressure against her clit, a deeper penetration of my fingers. I knew her body well, having learned all those little nuances that told me she was heading toward another climax—the soft panting of her breath, the arch of her back, the way her thighs tensed before she clutched the bed covers in her fists and I felt those rippling spasms around my thrusting fingers.

Before the sensations ebbed, I was up and over her, my thick, rigid cock easily gliding into her body and filling her up. I’d never been so grateful that we’d discussed not needing a condom a few weeks ago, because this…fuck, being inside of her bare was goddamn sublime.

I groaned and thrust into her, feeling those last little internal contractions milking my cock and knowing I wasn’t going to last long. Her fingers pushed through my hair, bringing my mouth down to hers. She kissed me deep and wild, and linked her ankles together just beneath my ass so every time I slammed into her she dragged me in even deeper.

Then it was me who was panting, shuddering,fucking unravelingas my orgasm tore through me in sharp, delicious spikes of pleasure. I released everything I had deep inside of her, then collapsed on top of her, doing my best to keep most of my weight on my forearms to keep from crushing her.

Breathing hard, I buried my face against her neck. “You’re fucking mine,” I growled possessively.

I heard her light, amused laughter as her fingers stroked down my spine. “Okay, caveman.”

She thought I was joking, being a Neanderthal after sex, but she’d find out soon enough just how serious I was.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Stevie

Istared atthe document on my computer at the end of the workday on Wednesday, studying all the various taglines the team for PureGlow and I had brainstormed for the client’s campaign. Having analyzed all of them a gazillion times, my tired mind drifted, and I wasn’t all that surprised which direction it chose to go…replaying that unforgettable Saturday night in Caleb’s bed.

My cheeks warmed when I recalled how relentless he’d been, his mouth and fingers doing things to my body no man had ever achieved. Sex with Caleb was always off-the-charts amazing. He was a generous lover, and I’d never been so thoroughly blissed out with orgasms, one after the other, in his incessant pursuit of my pleasure.

The chafe marks he’d left on my thighs kept the reminder fresh in my mind for a few days, but even now, with the tenderness gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night, beyond the physical gratification. How, after I’d shared my past with him, he’d taken his time like he never had before, worshipping my body, building the intensity and intimacy between us in a way that made me feel as though I’d been free falling through each and every all-consuming climax.

That night with Caleb had felt…different. He’d replaced our normal urgency with something slower, more personal, and caring. As if he’d been striving to establish a deeper trust between us after I’d shared my painful past with him. And, as hard as I’d tried to keep my guard up with Caleb, that vulnerable connection had chipped away at the walls I’d tried so hard to keep in place around him, because falling in love with a man as decent and kind and honorable as him had been incredibly easy to do.

But those deep-seated insecurities were still there, always lurking beneath the surface, refusing to be ignored. How could they not be when my biggest fears still remained, that despite everything, was I really a suitable woman who could mesh seamlessly into Caleb’s world beyond our agreement? Probably not, because Alyssa’s words that night at the gala, while cruel, held a lot of validity…

“Caleb’s money went a long way in making you look like you belong in our world, but let’s be honest. Trailer park trash like you will never fit in.”

Those words stung, but I couldn’t deny the bitter truth in them. Caleb’s wealth, his status, his influence…it all went a long way in making someone like meappearto belong. When in reality, all it did was mask the fact that I was an outsider with trailer park roots.

I was grateful that Caleb had Owen this week, which limited my alone time with him—and no more sex to convolute things even more. For the remainder of our time together I’d hold up my end of the bargain and keep up appearances, while making sure I kept my heart and emotions out of the equation as much as possible.

A knock on my office door startled me out of my thoughts, and I glanced up and saw Jack standing there.

“Hey, I just wanted to say that you put together a fantastic PowerPoint for PureGlow. They’ll be impressed at tomorrow’s meeting,” he said, then glanced at his watch. “Since everything is ready to go, why don’t you get out of here on time for a change?”

“Okay,” I said, and shut things down while Jack continued walking down the hallway, his next stop undoubtedly Valerie’s desk.

With my computer off and files put away, I grabbed my purse and followed Jack in the same direction. I had to smile when I saw him exactly where I’d suspected, talking to my sister, who smiled up at Jack in a way that told any onlooker that she was completely smitten with him.

“Are you ready to head out?” I asked Valerie, which was our normal routine, to catch the subway together back to the apartment.

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