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“I think you’re ready to orgasm again. Your sweet little pussy is feeling very needy right now.” He dragged a finger between her lips, coating himself in her. “I want those sexy thighs to shake for me.”
She was so close to the edge it barely took any pressure at all and within seconds she was shuddering around his cock, crying out something hoarse and incoherent. It sounded like his name repeating on loops so close together the syllables blurred into one another.
“Yes, baby.” He nipped at her ear lobe. “Let everyone know how good it feels.”
He was calm and in control until the second Imogen let go of the balcony and her nails bit into his skin. She sagged back against him—giving herself over completely. That trust was more than he could have asked for and—along with everything else she was doing out of her comfort zone—it fuelled the primal side of him. Instinct took over, turning his smooth words into a garbled mess. He thrust into her harder, wedging her against the railing as he stretched the last waves of her orgasm out while chasing his own.
She turned her head, and he bent forward, capturing her mouth as best he could at the awkward angle. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted that pouty mouth in all its glory—the way a mouth like that was meant to be taken.
Caleb pulled out so he could spin her around and drag her thigh up over his hip. “I need to see that beautiful face of yours.”
Her cheeks were pink, as if she’d spent a day in the sun. A drop of red clung to her glistening lower lip where she’d bitten down, and Caleb swiped it away with his thumb. “Kiss me,” she said.
“Gladly.” He angled his mouth over hers, fisting one hand in her hair and curving the other over her sexy, rounded butt as he drove them toward the edge. In this new position, his pubic bone brushed over her clit and soon she was shaking with need again.
“It’s too much,” she gasped. “Too sensitive.”
“You want me to stop?” His lips were at her neck, teeth marking her skin. Claiming her. She tasted like honey with the faintest salty tang of sweat.
He wondered if she would taste so sweet between her legs. The visual of him going down on Imogen rocketed through him, causing his hips to jerk as he ground into her.
“No. Don’t stop.” She buried her face against his shoulder. “Just don’t let me fall.”
“Never.” Determined to get as deep into her as possible, he lifted her other leg so she could wrap them around his waist. Fucking hell, she was tight. He buried himself to the hilt, and encircled her with his arms. “You’re safe with me, baby.”
“I know,” she whispered.
The sincerity in her eyes was the final straw. This was all he could take. With a deep groan, he thrust into her one last time, letting the release barrel through him as he clung to her like she was the most precious thing in his life.
CHAPTER TEN
REALITY WAS A BIG, fat B-word. Mondays were bad enough, but the beginning of a new week after terrible life decisions was downright cruel and unusual. Imogen took the stairs, climbing eight flights rather than risking being trapped in an elevator with Caleb.
She took the long way to her office, avoiding his, and slammed her door shut the second she got inside.
Okay, so you slept with him. It’s not a big deal.
Except it was. She’d totally lost her head. Lost all control of what she believed about sex and dating and him. She’d slept with him in public, where hundreds of people could have seen what they were doing, and she had no idea where her underwear had ended up. And then there was the kicker, the biggest moment of idiocy... She hadn’t even checked if he’d used a condom.
Imogen wasn’t on the pill because, frankly, she didn’t need to be. What was the point of taking medication for something that wasn’t an issue? Caleb was the first guy she’d slept with in over a year. What if she got pregnant? What if he had an STD?
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She dropped her head into her hands. How could she have been so stupid?
This wasn’t like her at all. She never lost her cool. She never let her feelings take over the rational part of her brain. And yet, he slipped one hand beneath her dress and she turned into a brainless idiot.
That was why she’d stayed away from Caleb previously.
“What’s done is done,” she said to herself. “Woman up and deal with it.”
Despite wanting to avoid it, they needed to have that awkward conversation about whether or not she’d need to see her doctor. Then it would be waiting a week or two before peeing on a stick. She could only hope that the powers above wouldn’t punish her too harshly for one ill-advised indiscretion.
Her phone vibrated against her desk, a message flashing up.
Caleb: Are you in yet?
Smurf. It wasn’t even 9:00 a.m. and he was already looking for her? After he’d dropped her home on Saturday night—at her insistence—with a very ungentlemanly kiss, she hadn’t heard from him. And for once, a day of silence was a welcome relief. She needed time to process what’d happened.
Imogen: Yes.