Chapter 72
CHAPTER 72
APRIL
T he news of Caleb and my relationship takes on a life of its own, but he is by my side every step of the way.
Before the award ceremony, I took Quentin’s advice and spoke to Sarah, as well as my students' parents. Sarah was upset, but more because I was forced to give up on my conservatoire dream. As I told her, it was meant to be. If I hadn’t left and worked at Merryfellows, I would never have bought the dance school or met Caleb. I may never have reconnected with her. Things happen for a reason. Not always obvious at the time. Most of the parents had simply shrugged and told me it was none of their business—I was an amazing teacher, and that was all that mattered.
The dance studio is swarmed with press and photographers, so much so Elijah has used one of his contacts to employ a security firm. It’s not all been a bed of roses. There are also plenty of hate messages. Caleb Frazer fangirls and boys saying he can do better. We’ve decided to ignore them. Cal only has eyes for me, something he has shown me time and time again. I’m a survivor, and it will blow over, even if it is unpleasant. I’m staying off social media for the time being, and there is no point in fuelling the fire.
I’ve moved back into the penthouse. The dance school has become inundated with applications since I received my award. As more and more of the new development goes on the market, the number of people wanting to sign up for classes is increasing. As a result, I’ve employed a manager. She’s moving into the apartment above the studio tomorrow, which is the reason I’ve been able to take today off.
Today, I packed up all my photos and soft furnishings and moved them home .
I hear the door to the penthouse open and step out of the kitchen. “How was your day?” I ask.
“Even better now, I know you’re going to be here every night when I get home,” he says, pulling me into his arms and dropping a kiss on my lips.
I smile against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue stealing into my mouth, teasing mine. I groan as he pulls me flush against him, his cock pressed against my stomach, showing me exactly how pleased.
We make quick work of our clothes, Cal laying me out on the large rug in his living area. My throws, cushions, and photographs are now strategically placed around the apartment.
“Beautiful,” he says, looking down at me. I graze my nails down his chest, teasing his nipples until they are hard pebbles under my fingertips. He draws one of mine into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while his thumb torments the other.
When we are both panting, he lifts one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder. He leans forward and groans as the tip of his cock grazes my wet entrance. He slides in easily, my body welcoming his. I bite my lip at the sensation, my fingers digging into his forearms.
“That’s so deep,” he groans, and I move my hands to link them behind his neck, pulling him down towards me. My flexibility means he slides in deeper as I draw his face to mine, letting out an even deeper groan as I split with him deep inside me.
“Fuck me,” he says, making me chuckle.
“I thought that was what I was doing?” I say, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking down, my leg between our shoulders.
He rolls his hips and deepens our kiss, our tongues tangling while he slides in and out of my pussy. I untangle my leg from his shoulder and wrap my legs around his hips. We pick up our pace, and I rotate my hips until he’s hitting the magic spot only Caleb can find. I moan into his mouth as his pubic bone connects with my clit.
“I love you,” I tell him breathlessly as my orgasm slams into me.
He picks up the pace, his hands sliding under my ass as he buries his head in my neck, pulling me onto him, my quivering pussy milking him until he finally lets out a yell and empties himself into me.
“I love you too, little dancer,” he says, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him, our bodies still joined.
I love the feeling of him buried between my legs almost as much as I love the way he’s found his way into my heart.
“So now we’ve come out of hiding, and the world knows about Capril, or is that Apleb,” he says, making me chuckle. “How long do you think it will take for me to convince you to marry me?”
“A month,” I tell him, dropping a kiss on his lips. His mouth curls up in a smile.
“Why a month? ”
“Because if I say yes now, it’s too desperate, and I want you to surprise me.”
Cal’s hands slide into my hair, and he pulls me down for another breath-stealing kiss.
“I can work with that,” he says, and he promptly shows me once again how much he loves me.