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He lifted her off of my spent body, then shoved her onto her back on the mattress, burying his face in her pussy and licking up every last drop of my cum as she writhed beneath him, gripping his head tightly to her.
They were so fucking beautiful that I felt my heart swell in a way that made it all feel just a little less impossible.
Chapter 10
Nisha
The pattern on my screen blurred as I leaned in closer, squinting at the intricate details that still weren't quite right. My latest textile design for a client’s spring collection needed something—more movement in the outer rings, perhaps, or bolder contrast in the center spokes.
I'd been staring at it for three hours straight, my coffee long cold beside my tablet, the December rain pattering against my office window providing a soothing backdrop to my creative frustration. One more adjustment to the color gradient, then maybe—
A soft knock interrupted my concentration, gentle but confident. I didn't look up immediately, assuming it was my assistant with the fabric swatches I'd requested.
"Come in," I called, fingers still manipulating the digital color wheel.
"Surprise!"
My head snapped up at that voice—that rich, cultured British accent that had whispered filthy promises in my ear countless times over video calls and short visits these past months. But he wasn’t due back in town for weeks.
Caleb stood in my doorway, rain droplets glistening in his blond hair, that devastating smile crinkling the corners of his green eyes. He wore a charcoal peacoat over a cream sweater, looking every bit the posh hotel consultant even in casual clothes.
"Caleb!" I launched myself across the small office, nearly knocking over my chair in my haste. He caught me against his chest, strong arms enveloping me as I crashed my mouth against his.
I felt his smile against my lips before he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with delicious familiarity. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him as my fingers tangled in his damp hair. He tasted like mint and coffee and longing, and I devoured him like I was starving.
When we finally broke apart, both breathless, he pressed his forehead to mine. "I take it you're pleased to see me?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my hands still framing his face, unwilling to let him go in case he might disappear. "You weren't supposed to fly in until next week."
He kissed me again, slower this time, letting me feel the careful drag of teeth on my lower lip, the teasing flick of tongue that made my knees weak. "Layover in Portland. My flight to San Francisco got delayed, so I have about six hours to kill."
"And you came straight here?" Something warm bloomed in my chest, spreading outward.
"Julian tried to call earlier, but you were in a meeting," he said, thumbs tracing small circles on my hipbones. "So I had lunch with him, then he sent me here to see you. He said you’d be furious if I didn’t."
I laughed, shaking my head. "That meeting was awful. I would have skipped it if I’d known."
"It worked out. We may have done a bit of Christmas shopping," he continued, that mischievous glint in his eyes I'd come to adore. "Found something perfect for you."
"Did you now?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Your husband has… adventurous taste."
I felt a flush creep up my neck, remembering exactly how adventurous Julian could be—especially when Caleb was involved. Since that first weekend at the hotel, the three of us had fallen into something that defied simple labels. Caleb called us regularly and had come into town a half dozen times. We’d even met him in London twice, but it never felt like we had enough time with him.
"So," Caleb said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "I was thinking it's your turn now."
"My turn?"
"To shop for Julian." His fingers trailed down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Since I've already helped him find something for you. Only fair, isn't it?"
I glanced at my computer screen, the unfinished design suddenly insignificant compared to the man standing before me."I can't believe it's almost Christmas," I said, surprised by the wistfulness in my voice. "When we started this last summer, I never thought..."
"That I'd still be hanging around?" There was vulnerability in his teasing tone.
"That I'd be counting the days until seeing you," I corrected, rising on tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "That I'd miss you this much when you're gone."
Something shifted in his expression—surprise, followed by a soft wonder that made my heart stutter. "I miss you too. Both of you. It's getting harder to leave each time.”
