Page 68 of Dial L for Lawyer
"Home, sir?" he asks as we slide into the backseat.
"Yes."
Serena's hand finds mine in the darkness of the car, our fingers intertwining. "Your place better be close."
"Fifteen minutes."
"That's fourteen minutes too long."
I pull her onto my lap and hit the privacy screen. "Then we better make good use of the time."
CHAPTER 19
Serena
The door to Caleb's penthouse barely closes before he has me against it, mouth hot on my neck, hands everywhere.
"Fuck, Serena," he growls against my skin, fingers already sliding up my thighs. "You have no idea how desperate I am to be inside you."
"Then stop talking about it and show me." I push him back hard, walking him toward what I hope is the living room. The apartment is all shadows and city lights through floor-to-ceiling windows, but I'm not here for a tour.
"Not so fast, sweetheart." He spins us, pressing me against the nearest wall, his hand sliding up my thigh and finding me bare and wet. "Christ, you're soaked."
"I've been dripping since the conference room." I bite his lower lip, hard enough to make him hiss. "Even more since you promised to fuck me until sunrise."
His fingers slide through my wetness, finding my clit with practiced ease. "Is that what you want? To be fucked until sunrise?"
"Yes," I gasp, steadying myself against the cool wall as his fingers keep working me, relentless, thorough. "Fuck, don't stop."
He doesn't. He presses me harder, breathing rough against my cheek. I reach down, fumbling for his belt, but my fingers are shaking so badly I miss the buckle twice. He laughs, low and feral, and covers my hands with his, guiding me through the motion until the belt falls away and his fly is open and?—
I have him in my hand, thick and hot and pulsing.
We're running out of patience, and that's exactly how I want it.
He kneels suddenly, pulling me down to the thick rug and pushing up my dress, his mouth following. Before I can register the shift, his tongue is on me—hungry—licking, sucking, devouring like I'm the only meal he's had in weeks. My legs quake and I fist his hair, holding tight as his mouth works in slow, deliberate circles.
"Jesus," I gasp, my voice an octave higher than normal. The city is blazing outside the window and I could not care less—my world is sex and heat and the need to come, immediately, urgently, like I'll die if I don't.
Caleb pins my hips with both hands, holding me open and steady as he alternates slow, teasing licks with quick, focused pressure, every shift in tempo calculated to make me unravel just a little more. He's relentless, filthy in the way he moans into me, the way he eats me like an act of both worship and animal greed.
"Holy fuck," I hiss, tugging on his hair and grinding against his face as my orgasm slams into me, making me see stars. My whole body jerks, his tongue relentless until I'm keening, blind to anything but the shockwave tearing through me. He groans against me as I come, like my pleasure is the only thing he's ever wanted.
It takes a second for the world to come back into focus. When it does, Caleb is on his knees, hands still gentle on my thighs, eyes dark with hunger.
"I could eat you for days," he rasps, climbing over me with my release still slick on his mouth. I catch my breath just long enough for him to drag me to sitting, then something inside me snaps and I'm shoving him backward before he can pin me down again. He lands on his back on the plush rug, and I'm on him immediately, straddling his thighs.
"Serena—"
"Shh. It's my turn right now." I grab his shirt with both hands and tear it open, buttons scattering across his pristine hardwood. I gasp. "I can't believe that actually worked."
"That was Armani."
"I'll sew them back on."
I rake my nails down his chest, watching the red lines bloom on his skin, then slide down his body, yanking at his pants, too impatient to be careful. He lifts his hips to help, and then he's naked beneath me, cock hard and thick against his stomach.
"Look at you," I murmur, wrapping my hand around him. "You don't even look real."
