Page 101 of Untouchable
Caleb wasn’t a good man, and he’d never pretended to be. But there were a few sins that even he wished could be erased from the record of his life.
He stared for a long time at the name of one of the accountants who’d worked that job.
Caleb would never be good. He didn’t even want to be good.
But he also didn’t want to bethis.
INTERLUDE
Caleb had Kelly propped up on a wide window ledge in a back hall of a historic house that was used now for upscale banquets and parties. He was holding one of her legs up, her thigh hooked over his forearm, and he was fucking her fast and rough.
She was about to come hard, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making any sounds as the pleasure built up in a tight coil.
“That’s right. I can feel how tight you’re getting. You know you like it hard this way.” He sounded hoarse the way he did when he was really into it.
She stifled a helpless sound as her pussy squeezed around his cock in response to the erotic words. She was clutching his neck and shoulders, desperately trying to hold on in her precarious position.
“Tell me how much you like it,” he demanded, spreading her open even wider and bracing himself with his other arm.
“I like it hard. So much.” She had to lean forward and bite into his shoulder, over the jacket of his tuxedo to channel the powerful sensations.
“You like that someone might catch us?” His words were choppy and breathless from his effort but still impressively controlled. “You want someone to see us like this. All those stuffy people at the party. You want them to know how well I can fuck you. It really turns you on. Doesn’t it?”
She made a little whimper of sound, waves of heat and cold washing over her.
“Tell me.”
“Yeah,” she gasped. “It turns me on.”
“Oh fuck, you’re going to come so hard. Come now, Kelly, Blossom. Come now.”
She came at his words, her pleasure uncoiling in spasms that made her whole body shake. She hid her face to smother the sounds, and she held on to him as she heard him grunt a few times before the tension in his body released in a hot rush.
“Oh God,” she was gasping, as their bodies started to relax together. “Oh God.”
As he came down, he pulled her more tightly into his arms, so she was wrapped fully in his embrace. She could feel the emotion in his grip, as powerful as the desire she’d felt before.
She returned it. She couldn’t help it. There was no going back for her now. She was on this road, and she had to see it through—no matter what the consequences.
He was pressing little kisses against her face before he found her lips softly. Her mouth clung to his needily.
He might not be guilty, she reminded herself. It could be that circumstances had lined up to cast a shadow over him, but the shadow might not be based in reality.
He was cool and controlling and sometimes heartless. He was ruthlessly ambitious, and his ethics were dubious. But there was so much more in him than that. There was a softness to his soul that he never let anyone see.
But she had seen it.He might not be guilty.
“We better get back,” he said with one last stroke of her hair.
“Yeah.” When he took a step back, she straightened up, pushing down the skirt of her evening dress. It was wrinkled now. No hope for it.
When she took a step, she winced at the soreness, mostly her thigh being stretched so far for so long. He reached out to wrap an arm around her, supporting her weight with his strength.
“Thanks,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I’m okay. It was worth it.”
He might have killed her father. She just didn’t know. And until she knew, she had to live torn apart like this, surrendering her body and heart without ever surrendering her will.
She was going to find the answers. She was going to see this through. She already had a few new ideas for getting some of the information she needed.
