Chapter 11
Chapter II
Leah
I already know the answer to Caleb’s question, but since I don’t want to seem too eager, I reel in my excitement and respond in a calm tone. “I would be honored to go with you, Mr. Steele.”
Caleb’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and for a long moment, all he does is stare down at me before his whole face scrunches up as he laughs.
“God, you’re such a weirdo,” his dimples show in his smile, and get a severe case of butterflies when he playfully reaches out his hand to mess up my blonde hair. “You’re cute, but there’s no need for you to act so formally when we are alone. Just call me Caleb.
My whole face lights up like a fire. “S–sorry…”
“Don’t apologize either,” he withdraws his hand and walks back to his chair, pulling it out “That’s all for today. You may leave my office,”
I blink in surprise since I thought the reason Caleb called me here was for a booty call. Was I wrong?
Before I can stop my big mouth, I blurt out, That’s it?”
Caleb, who is now sitting in his chair with one leg bent over the other, looks up. “Unless there’s something you need?”
I squirm under his attention, fidgeting since I don’t know what to say. If I tell him the truth–I thought you called me here to fuck me over your desk–he would probably laugh out loud and call me crazy.
“I can hear the cogwheels in your brain turning from here,” Caleb suddenly says. When I look at him sitting in his chair, a telltale smile plays over his lips. “Tell me, Ava, are you hoping I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck your cute little ass inside my office?”
“1. umm…
His smile widens. “Does the thought of your new colleagues hearing weird sounds from here and wondering exactly what we are doing turn you on?”
My cheeks burn hotter than ever at Caleb’s blunt words. It irks me how he can see right through me and easily guess my naughty fantasies.
But even if he is right about me wanting him more than my next breath, I’m not about to admit it out loud. Not when I know Caleb would use that against me.
So I lie.
“N–no, of course not!” I stammer unconvincingly before adding 1 would never think of something so inappropriate on my first day of work.”
*Liar.
“Am not!”
“You are, but that’s part of what makes you so amusing to me,” Cleb purrs. “Your inability to be honest turns me on, but let’s be honest: you’re an erotic author, and you and me both know exactly how inappropriate your brain can be.”
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Realizing lying won’t get me anywhere, I blurt out, “Fine, I’m an erotic author who sometimes thinks lewd thoughts! B–but I wasn’t thinking about having sex with you inside your office!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes!”
He slowly stands up from his chair and prowls back towards me with his intense blue eyes locked on mine. It makes me hold my breath. Caleb is tall–too tall. 1 feel like a little mouse caught by the cat’s trap when he backs me up until I’m pressed against the door.
“You’re such a little liar,” he purrs, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head. “But don’t worry, I can see the truth in your eyes, Leal. The hunger. The desire. You want me to take you right here, right now, don’t you?”
I tremble under his heated gaze, nervous because he can see through me so easily. How does he manage that? Is he a mind- reader? And why do I find him so sexy when he teases me? Never have I reacted this way to a man before. It’s just Caleb that is my kryptonite, and I close my eyes because he is so close and too damn sexy.
I’m wet already.
Fuck…
What do I do?!
His masculine scent is all around me, making my head spin with need. I know I should protest, insist that he is mistaken, and that I don’t want to have sex with him here, but the words are stuck in my throat. Because he is right. God help me, but he is right–I do want him.
My whole soul craves the billionaire standing before me, but since the truth is embarrassing to admit, I prepare another lie on my tongue. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Caleb chuckles. “Still playing games, huh?”
“Games?”
“Yes, games,” he smirks. “Right now, you’re trying to act as if you don’t want me. But that’s fine since you’re not very convincing, sweetheart.”
“I’m not playing games!”
“Want to put that to the test?”
clothes.
When I don’t answer, one of his hands leaves the door to trail down my side, his touch searing even through my Fuck! Why am I so weak to his touch? I want to have more self–control, but I can barely suppress a whimper as his fingers skim over the curve of my hip
“I love the sounds you make..” Caleb says in a husky voice that makes me weak in the knees. “Do you know why?”
I swallow thickly. “Wh–why?”
“Because I’m your first and it’s hot knowing you’ve only made these sounds for me.”
The only thing I can do is whimper, something which makes Caleb chuckle darkly.
“Let me guess,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in. “In this scandalous little fantasy of yours, I pull
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down your jeans, rip off your panties, and take you hard and fast against the door. Is that it? Is that what you want, Leah?”
A needy moan escapes me at his words, my core clenching with desire. I’m panting now, my skin feverish, every nerve ending begging for his touch.
The worst part?
Caleb knows all of this, and he looks amused. More than amused–he looks hungry and confident as his hand pulls down the zipper of my jeans.
But he doesn’t stop there.
His fingers touch my skin and massage me right above my zipper. It makes me wish I had shaved because when Caleb sees my little patch of hair, he chuckles.
“What a tiny little forest you got going on here,” his laughing eyes meet mine, and I blush when he chuckles. “It’s fucking adorable…makes me want to bury my face between your legs. Would you like that?”
