Caleb walked into the office with his most confident stride.
I yelped—
“Stop! No, no, no—back, back!”
“Caleeeeb!”
He froze for a second.
Caught off guard.
But obeyed.
The door shut.
“Knock,” I called out.
Caleb knocked… and walked back in.
I slowly spun around in my chair—dramatic, just like in the movies.
“Darling—”
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow.
I bit back a smile.
“You, mister, are doing a very poor job.”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You—uh—because of you we… we… oh God, I don’t understand anything about business—
uh… um… our numbers… dropped.”
A smile flickered across his face.
He was starting to get it.
“Which numbers exactly… Miss?”
“Which numbers exactly…”
he said, watching me.
Then he emphasized it—
“Miss.”
Caleb sat down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
I swallowed.
God, how does he do that…
Men like Caleb must be born bosses.
“Well… uh… numbers…
uh… profit…”
Oh—right. Profit!
I perked up, bouncing in place, clapping my hands, spinning around—
“Profit numbers! Exactly, exactly! Yes, that’s right! Profit is everywhere! And numbers too! Profit numbers—God, I’m a genius!”
Caleb waited until I was done spinning, then slowly brushed his lower lip with his thumb.
I swallowed.
He stood up…
and started walking toward me. Slowly.
Loosening his tie with a firm pull.
Oh God.
“I think, Miss… it’s because of you that our…”
He paused.
“profit numbers… dropped.”
I pressed myself back against the wall.
Caleb stood right in front of me.
His shirt partly unbuttoned.
He smelled like power. Like control.
“You, Miss…”
With one finger he lifted the hem of my skirt.
“…walk around the office in a tennis skirt.”
“But I—I—”
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
Oh God
“How am I supposed to work, Miss…
when your skirt keeps riding up every time you bend over?”
“Uh… I—”
“Answer me.”
A pause.
“Miss.”
I swallowed.
Caleb stepped away, moving toward the window like he needed distance—
or control.
I tried to breathe.
Oh God… oh God…
“Miss.”
He held his hand out.
I gave him mine.
And in the next second, he pulled me in—sharp, sudden—
right up against him.
Oh God.
The air left my lungs.
“What is it, Miss…”
His hand found my waist. Firm. Certain.
“…no more complaints?”
Heat flooded through me.
I shook my head.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
“Caleb… please…”
His hand slid up, fingers closing around my jaw—
not harsh. Just enough.
He kissed me.
Everything tilted.
God… he felt so dark.
Caleb pushed my legs apart with his leg.
I bit my lip.
“My little mouse…”
He brushed his nose against my hair.
“My angel…”
A low growl escaped him.
And then he pulled my skirt and top off me.
I shivered.
“Sorry…”
his voice dropped.
I swallowed.
Caleb softened.
He carefully lowered me to the floor.
Then undressed himself.
I was burning with desire.
My whole body was calling for him.
“Caleb…”
I kissed him gently.
“My love…”
Something in him shifted.
I pulled him closer.
“My love…”
He buried his face in my hair and almost immediately moved inside me.
I cried out.
Caleb picked up the pace.
I started moaning, my nails digging into his back.
“Caleb… God…”
My body arched toward him.
Oh God…
My head started spinning.
God…
Caleb was growling, and his sounds were driving me insane.
I kissed him.
he stopped — but didn’t pull out
“I love you…”
Caleb whispered in my ear.
And I arched again.
Oh God…
Oh my God…
I didn’t even know how to breathe.
Caleb sped up.
I started moaning, I couldn’t stop.
God…
“Wait—
no—
I— God…”
“Don’t stop…
don’t stop…”
But Caleb… with that control of his—
God… he could hold it for so long
that I thought I wouldn’t last.
I arched one last time—
and Caleb came with me,
his grip tightening on my thighs.
I cried out—
and just… melted.
“Hi…”
“Hi…”
He stroked my hair.
I smiled.
“Mr. Caleb, sir…”
Caleb kissed me again.
I laughed.
“You’re shameless, sir…”
He kissed me again—deeper this time—
and it felt like there was something new in that kiss.
“Oh no… oh no, no, no, no—”
I laughed.
“No!”
“Caleb! You’re insane—
no—
no—”
“Kitten…
that’s not up to you…”