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This time it only takes me a few seconds:
I really need to be inside you again.
CALEB CALLSme on the landline the next night after the twins are in bed, and we talk for hours. It feels like the part of my youth I missed—the part where you are so giddily infatuated with someone that you laugh for no reason at all, that you can almost taste your happily-ever-after. I am Cinderella, discovering the glass slipper fits or Belle kissing the Beast at last. I stop just short of picturing a wedding the entire village turns out for, assisted with my dress by magical mice and bluebirds… but barely. When he’s talking to me, hinting at all the things we’ll do when he gets back, it seems as if nothing could ever go wrong.
“How much time do we have on Saturday?” I ask.
“Not much,” he says with a sigh. “I’ve got to fly out again Sunday morning. But can we plan a weekend away this summer? The kids are staying with Jeremy’s mom Fourth of July weekend, right?”
I grin. “Yes, but...are you actually going to take a longweekend off? Is that something you’veeverdone in your adult life?”
He releases a quiet laugh. “It might be a first. I must kind of like you.”
“I kind of like you, too.” It’s the world’s greatest understatement, but he’s only had a few months of this infatuation while I’ve had twenty years. I need to give him some time to catch up.
He’s back at the office Wednesday for only two hours before he leaves again, and when his meetings in Denver run over, he asks me to meet him in San Francisco because he has to fly out first thing in the morning.
I optnotto show up wearing only a trench coat as Molly suggested, a decision I’m grateful for when I’m at the front desk of the Ritz asking for the room key Caleb left for me—a situation which gives rich-guy-paying-for-sex vibes evenwithoutthe trench coat.
I ascend to the twenty-third floor and open the door to find him pacing with the phone to his ear. He waves me in and mouths,“Sorry,”while continuing to bicker with someone about licenses.
I kick off my heels and stretch out on the bed, and his eyes grow hazy.
“Look, I shouldn’t have to spell this out for you,” he barks into the phone, his gaze still on me.
I’d intended to be patient, but watching Caleb lose focus is more tempting than I anticipated. I slide the skirt up, up, up, until he could just make out my panties if he tilted his head to the side.
He tilts his head to the side.
“We’ll have to continue this in the morning,” he announces into the phone, hanging up without so much as agoodbyeand prowling toward me.
I smile. “You could have finished your call.”
He kneels between my legs and pushes the skirt up to my waist. “I have better things to worry about right now.”
I tug on his tie and pull him to me for a kiss. “Oh, really? Whatthingsdo you have to worry about?”
“Where to start?” he muses, running a hand up my thigh before he rises again and crosses the room. “Actually, I thought we could do some reading.”
“Reading?”
The book he withdraws from his bag has a woman in a blue ballgown being ravaged by a barechested man in riding breeches.
I choke on a laugh. It’sThe Desire of a Lady—the book about Lady Victoria. I take it from his hands, laughing out loud. “I can’t believe you even figured out the title.”
He grins as he climbs over me again. “It was surprisingly difficult. Devereaux is apparently a super common name among the British upper classes, based on the number of times it appears in historical romance.”
He takes the book from me and starts flipping through it. “No pointers yet,” he says, lowering it with a frown to glance at me. “So far, it’s a lot of Lady Victoria being told she’s impertinent and...ah, here we go. ‘His wicked mouth moved over her nipples—'”
He pulls my tank down until my bra is exposed and then he tugs at a nipple through my bra. “Like this, you think?”
My breath releases in a quiet gasp. “Maybe, or maybe it was…more? She probably wasn’t wearing a bra.”
Caleb’swicked mouth turns up at one corner. “Ah, good point.” His fingers graze the lace he just wetted with his lips and pinch the nipple tight. I squirm beneath him, wanting more.
His head lowers as he drags the bra down and grasps my bare nipple in his teeth.
I inhale, sharp and surprised, and he hands me the book. “Here. You read. I keep losing my place.”
