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“Oh my God! This is incredible.”
All of downtown was in sight. It was magical the way the lights illuminated the dark sky. The colors, the energy, it was such a perfect way to end the day.
I let go of his hand and walked around his office, which was just as impressive as the view itself.
“This might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Caleb.”
I felt him come up behind me, rasping in my ear, “Darlin’, you’re the most beautiful sight in my office right now.”
My chest was rising and falling, anticipating what was going to happen next.
It was like he knew what I was thinking when he questioned, “What do you want, Evie?”
I turned around to look deep into his eyes. There was no hesitation on my part when I replied, “You.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Growling, he roughly smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. Picking me up off the floor next, he wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to his desk that was in the middle of the massive room.
Maybe it was the predatory regard on his face.
Maybe it was the fact I knew I’d seen another side to him that no other woman had.
Or maybe it was just because I knew I was going to touch him, feel him, experience things I never had.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praised with a sincere tone, sitting me on the edge of his desk. “Spread your legs for me, Evie.”
My thighs clenched.
My pussy throbbed.
My world became solely him.
Exactly the way I craved.
Chapter Eight
—Caleb—
She was fidgeting.
Nervous.
I wanted to ease her anxiousness for what was to come.
“Stay still. Stop moving.”
Her dress hiked up her toned thighs, and my hands glided up her legs. They were as soft as they were inviting.
I was fucking done for.
Pressing soft kisses up her neck, I confessed, “You have me questioning everything about myself, Evie.”
She sucked in a breath, realizing the sudden change in my demeanor.
“All I know is that I want you. For the first time in my life, I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you were made for me, darlin’,” I huskily groaned, hanging on by a very thin thread.
My hands moved at a gentle, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned to touch her. Evie’s dress rode up her thighs, exposing the pink lace panties I bought her.
