Page 178 of The Fake Date Agreement

Long minutes later, we still haven’t moved from the table.

“What else do you like?” I ask him quietly.

“My kink?” His lips quirk. “Not sure that’s something I want to admit while I’m inside you, or we might never leave. Maybe one day. Come on, let’s get up.”

He refuses to let me do much of anything. He sits me on the edge of the table and gets rid of the condom, then returns with a damp washcloth.

And he holds my gaze, one arm wrapped around my waist as he pushes my skirt over my hips. “I made a real mess of these gorgeous thighs,” he says softly, his eyes flicking down and heating. “You don’t mind me cleaning it up, do you?”

I’d felt his cum slipping down my inner thighs when he pulled out of me. The condom caught most of it, but staying inside me for so long definitely caused some overspill.

He must have seen it, standing behind me with one hand on my ass. He’d made a soft, hungry sound as he pulled free and said, “One day, I’d like to do this without a condom. Nothing between us. Skin on skin. I’d like to see my cum dripping out of you.”

My stomach tightens in memory, and I shiver slightly when he brushes his fingers along my inside knee. “Open,” he softly orders.

I part my thighs far wider than he needs. Approval slashes across his handsome face before he leans in close to kiss meagain as he drags the soft cloth over my core and damp inner thighs.

Something tells me I could easily become addicted to Caleb’s brand of aftercare. It’s surprisingly sweet and more arousing than it has a right to be.

I blush to a ridiculous degree and try not to look him in the eye as he takes care of me. He seems to find my excessive blushing amusing. And he seems to have a real problem not kissing me, not that I’m complaining.

I never saw tender when I thought of Caleb Boucher.

The dirty mouth doesn’t surprise me.

But the tenderness? I keep seeing it in him now. And I like it as much as I like hearing him tell me the things he wants to do to me.

As he does up his pants, I clear my throat.

“Uh, Caleb, could you do me a favor, please?”

He pulls on his shirt. “What do you need?”

“I think Javier has my book.” I blush again. “It, uh… has tabs and stuff. I’m too embarrassed to ask for it back. He already caught me going through his bedside table, and I can’t let him catch me again. Do you think you could…” My voice trails off at his sheepish expression. “What? What is it?”

He walks away, unlocks a locker with his name on the front, and swings it open, pulling out a familiar book with hot pink tabs from his gym bag.

I stare at him. “Youhad it.”

That’s what I get for leaving the thing lying around and blushing whenever I looked at it.

He walks over to me and presses it into my hands. “I saw it on your desk when I came to pick you up for our walk in the park, and I… I took it.”

I take it back. “But why?”

He studies me for a beat. “They do it so effortlessly.”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”

“Reid and Javier make you happy. It comes so naturally to them. And…”

I desperately want to push him to finish his sentence, but I wait, confused and surprised. Never in a million years would I have believed that Caleb had my smutty book.

He clears his throat and looks me in the eye. “I wanted to know if there was something in this book that could make me do the same for you.”

He waits, shoulders tense, presumably for me to storm out or throw my book at him. But I’m not angry.

“You took my book because you thought there was something in here that could make mehappy?”

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