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Who is the real Caleb Sterling?
I go around in circles, playing everything back, over and over again. Our first meeting in the coffee shop. The reckless kiss in his office. That wild, erotic spanking session, and the weekend away, growing closer than ever.
My mom always told me to trust my instincts, and my instincts right now are telling me he has something to hide.
But they’re also screaming at me to go to him.
That underneath it all, he’s telling me the truth. He’s trying to protect me. This isn’t just a game to him.
Is it wishful thinking? Or does my body know something I don’t? An elemental truth that all the doubt and questions in the world can’t deny.
That I’m connected to him somehow. And if I have to take that leap, and trust someone in all this mess…
Well, there’s only one person my heart is aching for.
I find myself outside his building. The doorman lets me up without a word. When the doors to the penthouse open, he’s standing there, a tortured look on his face.
He doesn’t speak, he just looks at me. Waiting.
“I do trust you,” I say, holding his gaze. “Maybe that makes me crazy, but I do. I trust you, and maybe I’m even falling in love with you, and whatever it is you’re hiding—”
He cuts me off with a wild, desperate kiss.
I melt against him, the passion surging through me in an instant. All doubts melt away under the intensity of his embrace.
This. This is what I trust. The way he makes me feel.
The pleasure only he can provide.
Caleb pushes me roughly against the wall. His mouth is devouring me, an almost animal power in every touch. His hands are everywhere, gripping me, squeezing. As if he can’t live without me.
As if I’m the only one to soothe the beast inside.
I wrap my arms around him, clasping my hands around his neck and hanging on for dear life, lost to the passion, to his kiss. He grips my ass, lifting me, so my legs are wrapped around his waist and I’m pinned there, back against the wall. He shoves my skirt up, yanks my panties aside, and unzips in a breathless hurry.
I’m already wet. He’s already hard. without a word, he buries himself inside me, all the way to the hilt.
I cry out.
Fuck, it feels so good. Like he’s back where he belongs. Pounding into me.
Impaling me on his cock.
He holds still inside me, teasing me. making me ache. “Please, Caleb,” I gasp, clinging to him. I clench around him, trying to draw him deeper inside. He slides his cock out, pausing when just the tip is still inside. His eyes lock on mine, dark with passion.
With possession.
Then he drives back in, forcing all the air out of my lungs.
God, it’s even deeper this time.
His hands tighten on my hips, plunging into me, over and over. He grinds up, finding that sweet spot, making me moan and whimper with need.
“This is what you can’t live without,” he growls, slamming me into the wall with the force of his thrusts. “This is what you need, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes!” I gasp, arching against him
to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Caleb, yes!”
