Page 7 of Lightning Strikes

Cal parks a few spaces down and opens my door for me. “Ever been here before?” I shake my head, leaning over to grab my phone and purse as I step down the three-foot drop and look around.

“Nope, just heard about it and drove past it a few times. I’ve heard great reviews… What is it you do?”

He licks his bottom lip and presses his hand to my lower back to guide me through the lobby and I blink several times as I glance around. Everything is beautiful and contemporary, which is surprising… I would have guessed anything newly built would have been sterile and modern, sort of like my clinic.

The floors are a gorgeous light brown hardwood tile, and my heels clack loudly against them as we walk to the glass elevators. The walls are a gorgeous gray and brown stone and the pillars are covered in gray subway tiles. It’s mixed and different, but it’s comfortable. Not too busy, but the employees seem professional.

“I invest here and there… Wait until you see the rooms. I wasn’t expecting anything fancy up here in Prescott, but I also haven’t been here in decades…” I send him a sidelong glance and raise a brow at him.

“You’re what, thirty? How much do you truly remember when you were ten?”

His face shutters as he quickly shakes his head. “Photographic memory.” He winks and I drop it. Whatever, he’s not going to be in town for too much longer. I don’t need his life story.

We step out on the top floor and he pulls out his black leather wallet to fetch a black plastic card to open up the furthest door. I gasp as I spin around the gorgeous suite. “You’re really staying in a two-bedroom suite all by yourself?” I chuckle and stare, gazing with wide eyes and step up to the floor to ceiling windows.

It’s overlooking the Prescott National Forest, I stare at the massive outdoor pools, spas, and see the hiking trails littered with signs and directions.

The main room has a full-sized kitchen, even with a damn island, a dining area that seats six, a living room with a fireplace and massive TV on the wall, and even a balcony. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Water?”

He nods and steps into the kitchen to open the stainless-steel fridge, then tosses me a bottle of water. I nod at him in thanks, taking a few tentative sips. “So, Mr. Investor, were you interested in properties up here?”

He shrugs, finishing his water before crushing it and tossing it into the garbage can beside the island. “Something like that. Would you like a bath?” He starts to unbutton his shirt and I chew on my inner cheek as my gaze is frozen to his slowly revealed chest. So pale and immaculate, I’m jealous that I don’t see one damn mark, scar, or flaw on him. It’s rude. He slides the soft material off of his arms and tosses it on the couch. “Come on, doc, don’t leave me hanging.”

I step up to the brown leather couch and set down my purse before bending over to unbuckle my straps on my heels. I kick them off, smirking at him as I wave my hand for him to go next. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright, I see what you’re doing. Call me Angela.” He toes off his dress shoes and sits on the couch to slowly remove his black socks then raises a dark auburn brow at me.

Shit. I’m not wearing a bra or underwear and I feel myself blushing as I stare at his abs and cut hips. I blow out a breath as I peel the straps down my arms, allowing the dress to pool around my feet. I watch with rapt attention as his green eyes dilate and his cheeks flush as red as I imagine mine are.

“Fuck,” he whispers and jumps up back onto his feet, whipping off his belt, and unbuttons his pants before letting them drop to his bare feet. Standing before me in just his tight black briefs I tilt my head at his erection and I grunt as I imagine how the fuckthatis going to fit inside me.

I’ve slept with humans… Slept shifters, Adam and Mac… But holy shit, this rich boy human ispackingand I’m a little afraid for my vagina right now.

“Umm…”

He frowns as he stares down his body and chuckles. “Ah. Well, we will just have to make sure you’re ready, Princess.” He thumbs his waistband and gently pulls down his last garment and his cock bobs up against his stomach before the weight drags it back down to point towards me again. I groan internally and just resign myself to my fate.

I just won’t have sex again for another six months. That’ll be fine.

He stalks up to me with hooded eyes and wraps me up in his arms before he carries me through one of the bedrooms into the ensuite. I refuse to look at anything in the rooms, not daring to remove my focus from Cal’s face. He sets me down on the edge of the tub, along the cold white marble, as he plugs it and starts the water before searching through the cabinets.

“Jasmine or lavender?”

I shrug. “Jasmine sounds nice.” He nods and pours the oil in. I watch his body moving, his muscles contracting as he moves his arms as he kneels…

He stands, stalking towards me, and tangles his hands through my hair. He moves around to my back and starts to braid it… somehow pinning it up so that it won’t get wet. I look over my shoulder, blinking at him several times to ensure he’s real. Who in the hell is Cal Winters?

He smirks at me, stepping into the bath, before he drags me down onto his lap, chest to chest. He presses his soft, warm lips against mine. He tastes so damn good. I nibble on his bottom lip and accept his tongue into my mouth.

His cock is hot and hard against my clit, I rub myself against it as his tongue tangles and dances against mine. I run my fingers through his hair, scratch down his back, and moan when he trails his fingers down my stomach and through my slick pussy before plunging his fingers inside me, curling them, and pumping them in and out.

I’m panting for breath, barely able to focus on kissing him before I cry out and climax, way too quickly. Jesus, when was the last time I even gotmyselfoff?

He stretches me out with a few more fingers, scissoring them, before gingerly pumping in and out until I nip his lip and glare at him. He chuckles darkly before he grips the base of his cock, lifting me up with his other hand. He swirls his tip against my engorged, tingling clit, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “You smell, divine, Princess,” he grunts out before he notches himself against my entrance and shoves his way in.

I slam my eyes shut and lean my head against his shoulder and groan, deep and low. I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as I can, as I rub my hands down his back, digging my sharp nails into his lower back and holding on for my dear fucking life.

He pauses, catching his breath, breathing heavily in my ear before tangling his fingers in my hair at the back of my head. He yanks my head back so I’m staring straight into his eyes. “Ride me,” he commands in a deep, guttural voice, and I slowly blink at him as I place my trembling hands on his shoulders and rock my hips against him. He gets deeper and deeper. I feel the painful stretch from his girth, his length…

He bites his bottom lip as he stares down at where his cock is disappearing inside of my pussy, and I am starting to finally get accustomed to his size as he begins to thrust up and shove in deeper inside of me. Holy fuck.

Fucking hell, this is definitely pain and pleasure and I already feel wrecked. He pinches my nipples with one hand, tightening his hold on my hip with the other… I toss my head back as he picks up the pace and I enjoy the ride.

What a ride this is. He leans down and bites down on my neck and I cry out as an orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, he follows me over and we sit in the tepid water, breathing deeply and he starts to chuckle against my hair.

“Wow…” He whispers and grabs a washcloth from the ledge and pours a creamy body wash onto it before he washes me from my neck down to my toes. “You have a gorgeous body… You work out a lot?”

I shrug. “I like to run as much as I can, which is not often with how much I’ve been working.” I sigh as we step out of the bath onto the cold, white marble floors. He wraps me up in an oversized, soft towel and carries me into the bedroom.

“Tired?” He asks me and I bite my lip and shake my head. He sends me a wide smile and tosses me on the bed… I’m not sure I’ll be getting out of here until late tomorrow.

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