“The lift and your flat, but go on.”
“Do you want me to flick you again?”
Caleb playfully kisses the bridge of my nose. “Go on.”
“I could go in first, then you follow a bit later,” I suggest. Then I frown. “It’s still risky. Even if you wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, you’d still be recognizable.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says firmly. “Are you?”
I should think about this. We should plan this in advance, carefully coordinate it, and take every precaution to protect our privacy, especially in White City, where The Downforce Network is.
But I know what I need. And that is to be with Caleb.
“Yes,” I say with no hesitation.
“Go on up,” Caleb says. “I’ll have Peter drive me around for ten minutes, and I’ll follow when I see the coast is clear. If for some reason a photo appears of me, if anyone asks, I’ll say I know somebody here. As long as we aren’t snapped together, anything else will be speculation and nothing more.”
“Okay,” I say.
Caleb draws my face between his large hands and kisses me furiously. Hungrily. Deeply. A growl escapes his throat, and my body tightens in response to the desperate sound. He tears his mouth away from mine. “Go. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I nod. I exit the vehicle and hurry up to my apartment, my body humming with excitement and desire. There’s not an ounce of hesitation in me. I know what I’m doing. I know the risks.
And I know Caleb is worth taking every single one.
I slip inside my apartment and turn on the lights. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until clothes are going to be torn off, Caleb’s hands will be on my body, and my hands will be exploring his.
God, I can’t wait to have sex with him!
I toss my purse on my nightstand and hurry into the bathroom. I refresh my perfume—hopefully I don’t smell like the inside of Box O’ Chix—and quickly brush my teeth. I apply a lip stain that I use for TV. It stays on forever and won’t come off when I’m exploring his lean, athletic body with my mouth.
Although I wouldn’t mind leaving my mark on that tight, muscled neck that has been built by driving a Formula 1 car.
I take off my shoes. Then I decide I want to give Caleb something when he walks in. I want him to know he has an active partner in sex, someone who can give as well as take.
I’m going to greet him in nothing but my bra and panties.
This will let him know I have no doubts about what we are about to do, and I’m just as eager for it as he is. I strip off my top and jeans, placing them at the bottom of my closet as I don’t even have a laundry basket yet. I move to the mirror over my dresser, taking in my skin-colored strapless bra. It’s definitely sexy, with floral lace and scalloped edges. I’m wearing a matching low-rise lace thong.
It’s not black, but I think it’s definitely hot because of the nude-like effect.
Buzz!
I go back to the nightstand and pick up my phone. It’s Caleb:
Nobody is in the lobby. I’m on my way up. I’ll let myself in.
Pure adrenaline shoots through me. This is going to happen. I’m nearly naked and Caleb is going to do all kinds of things to me when he walks in that door.
And I cannot wait for that to happen.
I decide I will meet him at the door to surprise him. I move over toward it, my heart banging against my rib cage as I wait for Caleb. Finally the lock clicks. I put my hand on the handle and pull the door open, exposing myself to him, as I know his tall frame will block the hallway.
Caleb’s eyes grow wide when he sees I’m in nothing but lingerie. His sensual lips part in surprise, and a breath of air escapes his lips.
“H—”
I begin to say “hi,” but before I can get the word out, his mouth is all over mine. Caleb slams the door shut with one hand, his lips and tongue ravishing me. He swiftly lifts me up, and I wrap my legs and arms around him as he turns around and presses my back against the door. His tongue is hot and desperate, wanting everything I can give him. His pelvis is pinned against me, leaving no space between my panties and his jeans.