Page 100 of Untouchable
Kelly was whimpering loudly in shameless need, her hand working frenziedly on her clit. “Caleb!” she almost sobbed. “Caleb, please!”
He took a harsh, painful breath. Drove into her with six more fast, hard pushes.
She arched up, practically coming off the bed, her head tossing to the side and her whole body shuddering with her release, tears streaming from her eyes into her hair.
Caleb almost roared as he felt her hot, hot pussy clenching around him ruthlessly. And he froze as his climax took him, hard and overwhelming.
The spasms of pleasure drew up in his balls and throbbed through his cock. He felt the pulses of his release inside her. He experienced an uncontrollable swelling of primitive pride in claiming her this way.
His elbows buckled, and he collapsed on top of her, panting into her hair and shaking a little. She was holding on to him, her body soft, loving, and pliant beneath him. They didn’t talk for a long time, just clung to each other in needy silence.
Until finally Caleb’s reason and recognition returned. He rolled off her a little so she wouldn’t have to support his whole weight. His cock was soft and wet, and it slid out of her easily.
Stroking her warm face, he said dryly, “I think I might be out of practice.”
She smiled up at him and caressed his hair. “Well, then we better start practicing more.”
Caleb shook his head in amusement and readjusted until he was on his back, and she was curled up beside him. He didn’t say any more, feeling uncomfortable with anything too mushy.
But he was silently wondering if this was how it felt to be with someone for real.
The following evening, he was sitting at the desk in his home office, trying to get through some email before bed when his phone rang.
He stared for several seconds at the screen—the name of the caller—before he clicked over to answer it. “Hey, Vinnie. It’s been a long time.”
“It has,” Vinnie DiMauro, one of his many cousins, replied.
“What’s going on?” Since Vinnie had retired, they hadn’t talked much for social reasons, so Caleb knew there must be news he needed to hear.
“There may be a problem—with an old job. The one that gave you the most trouble. You know which one I’m talking about.”
Of course Caleb knew.
“What problem?”
“Someone has been looking into it. There have been inquiries. About me.”
Caleb felt a chill run down from the tension at the back of his neck. “What kind of inquiries?”
“I don’t know. I can’t find out the source of them or even who’s doing the asking, but there have been rumbles. We may need to do something.”
“Okay,” Caleb said, moving immediately into mental-crisis mode. “I’ll look into it. Keep me posted if you hear anything more.”
After he hung up, he sat for a long time, staring at his phone, thinking urgently, trying to come up with a plan to deal with this new problem.
Caleb had a lot of black marks on his soul. He would be the first to admit it. But nothing else in his history, his past, his career, made him feel so guilty.
He thought about Kelly, who was outside right now, happily throwing Ralph his favorite ball.
She could never know.
She might understand him. She might know the kind of man he was and want to be with him anyway. She might be able to brush off threatened scholarships or threatened Russian gangsters.
But there were limits to what she would be able to overlook, and losing her wasn’t an outcome he could allow.
He clicked through his documents until he got to the folder of the job in question. There was nothing here. Nothing that could put him or his career in danger. Just reports and budgets and correspondence.
But there were things that had happened that had never been written on paper.
