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“I have to work,” I whisper, then take off to the back to give myself a moment.
His touch ignites something inside me that I never thought possible. Desire? Could it be? It’s all new. I have never allowed myself to feel anything. My life has been a repayment—never before have I experienced excitement and, dare I say, sensuality.
Pushing through, I continue my shift, completely distracted by him at every turn. When I make a call home to check on Marisa, Jamie laughs at me and my frustrations over Caldwell.
“Girl, live your life, for the first time ever. It’s one night. Have your time and leave his ass in the morning before he gets up. I got Ris Priss. You haven’t ever had a chance to fuck around. Once, babe—just once fuck him and know that Monte definitely doesn’t have the scale tipped in his favor.”
I get off the phone in shock. No way can I freely fuck around. Then my mind immediately goes back to the feeling of his mouth on me, and I tremble as I make my way back to the floor to finish my shift.
As I clock out, my mind is on removing this outfit and getting into some sweats. Preoccupied, I am unaware of his approach, and I stumble as I try to get out of his path. When he extends an arm and holds me up by my biceps, I automatically tense at his touch.
His eyes search mine, and shamelessly, I can’t hide my expression. I didn’t tense because I am afraid of him. No, Caldwell’s touch has the ability to make my heart skip a beat, then break into a thundering rhythm that makes me feel like it could burst right out of my chest. His presence is undeniable, his pull magnetic. He consumes me without even trying.
Without a word, his lips crash against mine, and the second his tongue invades my mouth, I start thinking of his mouth on other places. Then the noise around us dissipates, and the only thing I can think of is the sensation of his lips against mine as his tongue dances deliciously in every corner of my mouth.
He nips, he sucks, and he laps as we somehow make our way to the elevator and then to his room. It all happens so fast I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to try. Clothes are flying as he electrifies me further with every touch. My shirt: gone. My skirt: gone. His shirt now lies on the floor, with buttons scattered everywhere. My nipples are so tight that, when the air hits them as he removes my bra, I feel like I could explode with desire. He backs me to the wall, and I moan.
Needing contact, needing him, I wrap a leg around his and practically climb him as he encircles my head with one hand, messing my hair up, while his other scoops my ass and I wrap both legs around him.
Ecstasy. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, and I am in pure ecstasy.
His hand slides inside my panties. He reaches my center, and I throw my head back against the wall as his fingers slide in and out, my inner walls beginning to tighten around his digits. He inserts another finger, and I can’t stop myself as my body builds, working to a release. This should be considered criminal.
I tense as my body keeps climbing higher and higher. Inhibitions go out the proverbial door as I grind down against him, seeking my release. He laughs lightly in my ear before he licks my neck, then sucks on the sweet spot behind my ear. Then his head drops to my breasts, where he takes my nipple in his mouth. He licks, he sucks, and I am gone, my orgasm washing over me.
As I come down, he carries me to the bed, where he gently lays me down as if I am some prized possession. Before I can clear my mind, his mouth is on mine in a kiss that is full of passion, need, and desire, all untamed and unbridled.
“I need to be in you, Hailey.”
I don’t give it a second thought. In the two encounters I have had with him, he has given me the only pleasure I have ever received from a man. Now he needs to be in me—checks and balances.
I open my legs to him as he drops his pants, rolls on a condom, and then delicately removes my panties as if he was opening the best present in his whole damn life. Under his gaze, my insecurities creep back up, but before I can dwell on them, he is over me, and then he is in me.
Filling me.
Every inch of my body quivers as he stretches me, then stills inside me and stares down at me, watching me, taking me in. Never have I been so full in so many ways. This moment is so intimate, so vulnerable, but at the same time, it feels like a true connection. What is it about this Caldwell man that consumes me?
