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Caleb Thorne eats pussy like it’s his life mission. Like there’s nothing more important than bringing me pleasure. His enthusiasm only heightens the sensation.
When he finally gets tired of edging me and lets me come, I scream, my thighs shaking. Then he’s there, standing between my legs, his mouth on mine to silence me.
When I finally come to, he backs away, eyes hooded and his erection straining against his sweatpants impressively. Damn, I’m going to besore.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please.” I reach for him, but he grasps my wrists and shakes his head.
The rejection is like a knife to the chest, making it hard to breathe.
But his words are tender, his eyes soft. “Not yet.”
“Why not?” I protest, sitting up on my elbows. My pussy is still on full display for him, but suddenly I don’t feel so shy about it. “Do you want me to beg?”
He breaks into a slow grin and cups his erection. “I love it when you beg, but no, that’s not the reason.”
Eyes narrowed, I sit up. “Then what is?”
“When I finally fuck you, Halle, I’ll have all the time I need. I’m going to make it perfect for you. You’ll be screaming my name for the whole neighborhood to hear. Do you understand?”
I nod like a bobblehead, heart hammering again.
“I don’t want to worry that your brothers are gonna walk through the door. Got me?”
How is it possible this man can render me so speechless? I stick with nodding. It’s all I can manage.
Rubbing at his jaw, he snags my discarded jeans and underwear. Then, with ease, he slips my underwear up my legs and pulls me off the counter so he can situate them on my hips.
“I’ve got this,” I say, reaching for my jeans.
“No.” He pulls them away. “I undressed you. I’ll redress you.”
“Oh.” The word is barely audible, my face once again heating.
He taps my right calf. “Leg up, sweetheart.”
I do as he says, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. He works my jeans up both calves and thighs and over my hips. Then he buttons and zips them up with an ease I envy.
When he steps away from me, I shiver at the loss of his body heat.
With a final smirk, he spins on his heel and starts for the stairs. “I need another shower.”
His antics break the intensity of the moment and pull a laugh from deep within me.
“Hard as a fucking rock,” he adds, dragging his feet up the first few stairs.
He turns and winks, then he disappears from sight, making my stomach stir with that feeling that only seems to appear around him—the one that terrifies me.
CHAPTER 23
CALEB
Iadjust the mask across my eyes and step back to assess the full outfit in the mirror. Every year, Seda dictates the family’s theme. This year, though, while the rest of her family is dressed asToy Storycharacters, she talked me into something different. And sinceThe Princess Brideis her current obsession, this makes sense.
Can’t say I wasn’t ecstatic when she asked me to dress up as Westley.
Down the hall, Casen and Quinn bicker, like always, though their annoyance today has more to do with dressing up than anythingelse. But they’re being good sports about it after Seda broke down in tears when they told her they weren’t planning to dress up. I’m not sure what costumes they decided on, but based on the ruckus coming from their room, it’s safe to say I should be worried.
A soft knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts, and I’m almost knocked on my ass when I pull it open and come face to face with Hot Pirate Halle.
