Chapter 21

With a grin so wide it hurt his cheeks, Caleb marched across his office building’s lobby. It wasn’t just the bright, unseasonable sunshine sending orange beams across the shiny tile. Nope. Forty-eight more hours and Terry was flying out for two weeks. Oh, he’d grumbled, but his wife had convinced him it would be best for his career.

“Horny little thing,” he murmured before chuckling as he stepped into an elevator.

From the crowd of others waiting, the only person to enter with him, a cute blonde, looked up at his laughter. With a plunging neckline, a black-and-blue striped dress was tight to slender but enticing curves.

“New here?” he asked as the doors closed.

“Um, yes, sir.” Cheeks the cutest shade of crimson, she gulped and gave him a quick scan before returning to his grin.

“Name?”

“Uh, Heather. Heather Davies, sir.”

“You know who I am?” he said before giving her a longer inspection.

Perky, but full tits. Toned legs. A little on the thin side. Enough hair to wrap a fist, but not to block the view of a remarkably beautiful face. A growl built within him.

“Um, yes, sir. Caleb van Dienst, the, uh, owner.”

“Got a rep, don’t I?” A laugh escaped as he returned to her eyes. A pretty shade of blue, kinda like that café bitch—the coward.

“Yes, uh, sir.” Irises widening, she nodded.

“Yet, you jumped on the elevator with me?” He tilted his head at a tremor rippling through her. “Alone.”

“Um-hmm.”

“Alright, Heather Davies.” Just as the floor arrival bell dinged, he chuckled. Why? He’d remembered her name; that said something. “You fuck on a first date?”

“Uh—”

“Never mind.” He chortled louder as the doors opened. “You will, with me.”

Before she could reply, he marched from the elevator, humming. The day couldn’t get much better. Well, except for the annoying memories of café bitch, and once Cindy came into view, those vaporized.

In a deep purple dress snug to her curves, she gleamed in the sunlight streaking from a window. At her face reddening as he approached, a growl slipped from him. As soon as she heard it, her eyes widened.

“Good morning, sir,” she murmured. The extra gloss of fresh lipstick glimmered in the bright light.

“Cindy.” He nodded, heading for her desk rather than his office.

As she moved a shaking hand to the zipper on her chest, he smiled and slowed. Right as she yanked it downward, he sat on the desktop.

At her quiet gasp, he laughed, and the gasp became a loud moan as his palm glided beneath the tight dress. As she lowered the zipper further, his fingers slipped into her bra to squeeze one firm, warm globe.

“Mmm, missed you, sexy Cindy,” he murmured, while sliding his other hand into her auburn tresses. When he tugged, lifting her face, her trembling lips parted. “Dream of me last night?”

“Um-hmm.” She nodded while easing her chest into his palm.

“Tell your husband?” He slid his fingers along a thick, heated stem, trapping it, and at their gentle squeeze, a whimper slipped from her.

“Nuh-uh, Caleb,” she replied in a shaky whisper.

“No? Really?” With a grin, he leaned, pressing his lips to hers.

At first, she tensed, but with a loud groan, shoved into his mouth. When his tongue plunged through her shaking teeth, hers swirled upwards to meet it. With his grip tight in her hair and fingertips crushing a nipple, more of her groans flooded their mouths.

Yet, he almost jumped when her fingers rose to caress his cheek. Her eyes were twin blazes that flared when he drove his hand down her stomach. With a hungry moan, she shifted, widening her legs so his digits could slide into her panties’ taut lace. As his fingertips roamed along her hot little spike, her breathing hitched.

Yeah, she was ready—more than ready. After a final sweep of his tongue through her mouth, he pulled away and stood. As his hands left her, she swayed, and when he latched a finger in her bra between those overflowing cups, all she did was gulp.

One quick tug on the straining twisted material, and he’d yanked her to her shaky heels. As they clicked behind him, he led her into his office. After shoving the door closed, he gestured for the desk.

Only a soft whimper left her as she pulled the zipper apart, releasing the dress from her curves. Lit by the sun, her toned frame in nothing but crimson-trimmed purple lace lingerie gleamed. His heart staggered. When he dropped his trousers, she spun to face him as the bra fell away in her hands. After letting it tumble to the floor, she slid the tight panties from her pelvis with a curt shove. Wildness flooded the eyes fixed on his wobbling mast as he walked towards her.

“Caleb—”

“Shh.” He placed a finger on her lips and smiled.

A quiet yip shot from her when he eased her backwards, and when the back of her shaking legs reached the desk, she hopped up with a moan. A quick shimmy of her rear and her thighs widened. Eager thing. He chuckled.

“Our little secret, sexy Cindy,” he whispered as his hands glided over her trembling skin. She was so smooth and so warm. “I like that.”