Page 69 of Burn

Maybe I’m caught up in the moment, but I do it without objection and slide myself back down the wall to my knees.

Another reason why keeping the heels on were a good idea. It’s a lot easier when squatting.

He’s worked up for sure, and it doesn’t take long. I know when he’s close, his quick thrusts and the swell of his cock and then his body stiffens, his hands halting my movements.

Caleb’s hands find their way to my hair to hold my head still as he comes, his body convulsing and jerking. A thrill shoots through me that I’ve done this to him. I’ve given him pleasure and made him react in this way. I’ve made him obsess over this so much he couldn’t wait until tonight and had to come find me for this. My logic might be slightly off here, but it’s totally worth it.

Not the taste. It tastes horrible, by the way. But because it’s him, I take every last bit in my mouth like I’m dying for it and then I lick his cock from the base all the way to the tip without saying anything.

I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten it all. When I glance up at him, his hard body curves over mine. Our eyes meet, and his expression shoots a wave of pleasure through me.

He lets out a heavy breath, like he’d been holding it and reaches for his jeans.

I have no words. My throat actually hurts. Maybe I can’t talk now.

Eventually I say, “Holy shit.” And touch my mouth, the tips of my fingers gliding over my swollen lips, unbelieving I just did that. “I think I have a fat lip.”

He winks, tossing my panties from the door handle at me. “You’rewelcome.”

Goddamn him. Who knew the hottest sex of my life would be in a storage closet with a mop next to my head.

When we’re fully dressed and standing at the door, Caleb’s thumb runs over my cheek. “I can’t tell you how fuckin’ sexy that was.”

“It’s Mila.” I can’t even keep a straight face. “You’re welcome,Mila.”

He laughs. Full on laughs at me. “Yeah, okay.”

Outside the door, I’m panicking trying to make sure my clothes aren’t wrinkled and I don’t have mascara all over my face.

“Do I have mascara running down my face?”

Caleb stares at me. “Yes.”

“Shit.” And then I notice he’s fastening his belt still.

“You couldn’t have buttoned your pants in the closet?”

He grins breathing heavily into my neck, refusing to let go of me now. “Where’s the fun in that?”

I roll my eyes. “You’re such a boy.”

Before I even get the word boy out, he has me pressed against the door to the closet, his hard body fully in line with mine again. “I think we’d both agree I proved I’m more than just aboy.” And then his lips are on mine delivering a kiss a boy could never pull off. He deepens it by cupping my cheeks with both hands, and I let him because I can’t stop myself when it comes to him.

That is until someone clears their throat and I nearly bite off Caleb’s tongue trying to pull away.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Motherfucker. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Nixon. I know that gravelly tone anywhere.

“What are you doing here?”

Nixon looks at Caleb, his jaw clenching. “Who are you?”

Caleb fucking smirks but doesn’t say anything and casually leans into the wall with one shoulder. I look to Caleb, who appears to have no intention of answering him, and then back to Nixon.

“Do you need something?” I ask, taking a step toward Nixon.

His eyes don’t leave Caleb’s when he says, “I was looking for you.”

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