“Caleb. Oh.” The groan was dragged from her as her face pinched and her eyes rolled shut.
“Are you close, baby?”
She shuddered, her hips moving faster. “Yes... Yes!”
“Open your eyes. Look at me. I want to see your gorgeous eyes when you come,” I instructed, barely recognizing my own voice.
Her lust-glazed eyes met mine. “Caleb... I’m coming,” she said in a hushed whisper. “Oh!” Her hips exploded and she screamed.
My fists bunched hard, tension screaming up my spine as I locked my knees to stay put.
Dear God, she was glorious.
I lost the fight halfway through her release, and slanted my mouth over hers. Her lips clung to mine as I devoured her every panted breath, desperate not to miss a moment of her glorious climax.
After an eternity, her convulsion died down. That was when I realized her arms and legs were locked around me. When the smell of her hit me, I knew I was in deeper trouble.
Clamping an arm around her waist, I lifted her off the lounger and staggered for the door.
“Caleb?” Her voice was still slurred.
“I’m taking you to bed,” I said through clenched teeth.
Her breath hitched. “No.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to pressure you. You’re going to bed alone. And we’re definitely going to fuck,” I promised, “but not until this shit is taken care of.”
Her legs clamped tighter around me. Which delivered the fresh hell of having my eager cock sweetly cradled by her very wet pussy.
I stumbled on the stairs as she buried her face in my neck and gave a low moan. “But...what about you?” she whispered, performing a slow, torturous grind against me.
“I’ll take care of it...later.” My mouth drifted from the corner of hers to the delicate shell of her ear. “Or I’ll save it for you.”
She whimpered. A glorious sound. I tunneled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.
“Would you like that?”
Her blush deepened, but she met my gaze. “Yes.”
I groaned, tightened my hold on her and vaulted up the stairs.
In her room, I pulled back the covers and set her down in the middle of the bed. Her legs stayed locked in place for a beat before she released me. I kissed her soft lips and reluctantly stepped back. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you bright and early.”
Resolutely, I headed for the door.
“Caleb?”
My hand tightened around the door handle, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a bracing second before I looked over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
She twisted a corner of the duvet between her fingers, making no move to cover herself. “Thank you. For...tonight.”
My fevered gaze scoured her body to the shadows between her legs, unashamed of the savage hunger most likely blazing on my face. “Don’t thank me just yet. I intend to fuck your lights out the second this shit is handled. And it won’t be a nice, gentlemanly fucking. Good night, Lily.”
Lily
MY INNER ALARM nudged me awake just shy of 5:00 a.m., after the soundest sleep I’d enjoyed since my stalker problem started. I stretched, rolled over and froze as memories of last night flooded in.
Heat surged through my body, pooling in my pelvis, before rushing up to engulf my face.
OMG!
I lay there, breath held, bracing myself for extreme vulnerability slash acute mortification. I’d bared parts of my past I’d never told another soul to Caleb. And then I’d let him use my vibrator on me!
Weirdly, neither sensation arrived. Emotionally, I felt unburdened, like a heavy cloak had been lifted off my shoulders. And neither by word nor deed had Caleb judged me.
Sexually, I felt...sensational. Like I’d won a grand prize in a contest I didn’t even know I was competing in.
Great sex had always felt like a gift granted to other people, a sleight of hand everyone else had mastered but me. I wasn’t ashamed to confess that was the reason why I invested in the very best sex toys. But...last night...
I came harder than I ever had...and we didn’t even have sex. I was one hundred percent sure it had nothing to do with the higher setting on my vibrator. The only other time I’d tried the highest setting, all I could think about was the noise and what possible damage the overload of electricity was doing to my clit. It ruined the experience.
But last night I unlocked a previously unknown inhibiting door and been rewarded with an amazing experience.
The memory of him crouched over me, big, hot, wild, with barely restrained hunger stamped on his face, his hand between my legs, and dirty, beautiful words pouring out of his mouth...
Yeah, that certainly guaranteed the unforgettable encounter my instinct had been nudging me toward from the start.
I felt empowered, like I could do it all over again, no problem.
I gulped down the moan rising in my throat.
Despite laying down the caveat, there’d been a moment, right before that incredible climax hit me, when I’d wanted to beg Caleb to pull out his thick cock jutting boldly against his pants. Beg him to fuck my lights out.
His gruff, sexy promise echoed in my head, ripping free a ravenous moan. I wanted that. Badly.
Except it wouldn’t happen until my stalker was caught.
My stalker.
My code.
The SDM presentation.
Reality drenched me like an icy waterfall, catapulting me out of bed and into the shower. Someone was still out there, watching, waiting for me to slip up. I clenched my teeth against the skin-crawling sensation that threatened to ruin my day and tried to regain my buzz.
I never quite got it back. My mood plummeted further when an email from Chance buzzed on my phone just as I was heading downstairs.
I entered the kitchen to find Caleb at the coffee machine. In the few seconds before he turned around, I hungrily ogled his V-shaped torso draped in a fitted navy blue shirt, tucked into tailored pants that framed his mouthwatering ass.
The ass I’d gripped all too briefly last night before he’d called a halt to my exploration.
He turned, two mugs of coffee in his hands. We both froze as his eyes met mine.
The memory of last night pulsed between us, hot and heavy. His heated gaze swept down and up my body, its intensity heightening with each pass. I was glad I’d taken extra care with my attire.
My black dress was a combination of a corset top and flared skirt, which I teamed with three-inch-heeled ankle boots. My makeup was flawless, too, with an added confidence-boosting layer of eyeliner and mascara, topped off with my favorite scarlet lipstick.
“Good morning,” I murmured, eager for something to dissipate the charge rippling between us before I did something embarrassing, like stare at his crotch and wonder if he’d given in and jacked off last night or whether he’d kept to his promise to save it for me.
“Morning,” he responded,