48. Lex
Chapter forty-eight
I can do this. I don’t think there’s anything I could do wrong in Caleb’s eyes.
“Lex?” I shake out of my thoughts and bring my attention back to Isabelle, who’s showing me the new artwork for our whiskey labels.
“I love them. I think the charcoal and gold work perfectly for the distillery.”
“Me too. And then we’ll do white and gold for the tavern, which works perfectly with Beth’s idea to have the middle foyer of the two buildings be half black and half white.” Isabelle smiles.
“Yes! I loved that idea.”
“Great. Okay, we’re all done then. I’ll send the files to our printers, and we can get some test labels done.
In the meantime, I’m going to work on your website, but our focus for the next few months will be construction of the new building and starting the marketing campaigns.
Dylan’s sending some bottles up that we can put into tasting baskets for our high-profile clients.
Oh, and I’m meeting Tenley at The Boathouse restaurant.
I’m thinking they’ll be a great supplier for Legacy Malt. ”
“Oh, Claire’s boyfriend is doing those renovations.”
“Lee Connors?”
“Yeah, that’s Claire’s man.” I nod .
Isabelle stands and starts packing her laptop bag, ready for her next meeting. “I met him last time I went there for a check-in. He’s really nice.”
“He is. He and Claire are perfect for each other.”
“Just like you and OG,” she says, nudging my shoulder with hers as we both walk out of her office and towards the elevators.
At the mention of Caleb, my mind goes back to the reason I spaced out earlier.
When I was getting ready this morning, I remembered a particular fantasy Caleb mentioned recently.
Him eating me out on his desk. Lex from a few months ago would never have done something so brazen, but Caleb unlocks a new level of sexuality within me, pushing me to explore new things.
I want to please Caleb with the same invigorated servitude with which he does for me.
“Thanks for making time for me today.”
“Of course. Are you not coming down?” Isabelle asks as she pushes the call button on the elevator.
“No, I was going to go say hello to Caleb first.”
A set of doors opens with the down arrow illuminated. “Okay. I’ll see you later then.”
I nod. “Yep. Bye, Izzy.”
I push the button to head up to the twelfth floor, swallowing down my nerves. Don’t be nervous. He literally told you he fantasises about this.
I wait a few minutes for the next elevator that’s going up to come along, fiddling with my fingers as I make it all the way up to the twelfth floor.
When the elevator doors open, I see Riley bopping his head to something playing on his headphones. I hope those are noise-cancelling.
He taps on his phone once he notices me and slings the headphones over his neck. “Well, if it isn’t the future Mrs Heart,” he teases. “How are you, Lex?”
“Hi, Riley.” I look down at the ruby and diamond band Caleb got me for Valentine’s Day.
I’m still so surprised by it. Looking back on when we first met, it feels as though we moved slowly to get where we are today, but in the last two months, we’ve made up for lost time.
It’s not the time we lost since meeting each other, though, it’s the time we lost existing without the other.
I can’t even remember life before Caleb.
Every day, he becomes more rooted in my heart, more embedded in my very being.
It’s not that I need him to go about my day, but the in-between moments where he messages me, and I know I’m on his mind.
When he includes me with his family and asks about Dylan.
When he has my bath products in his shower.
Having our morning coffee together. It’s that feeling of knowing when the day is said and done, I get to go home to him.
“Is he busy?” I ask, nodding my head towards Caleb’s partially opened door.
“Never for you.” Riley laughs.
“Is he likely to be needed anytime soon?” If I thought I was being subtle, Riley’s face swiftly proves me wrong.
Heat spreads over my cheeks as he pins me with a knowing look. “Let me check his schedule.”
He makes a few mouse clicks, then waggles his eyebrows at me. “Clear for the next forty-five minutes. Let me just switch to a different playlist that will protect my innocent ears.”
I laugh because I’m quite sure he’s joking. He’s just trying to put me at ease because I’m about to go bang his boss. In semi-public. Caleb’s door pulls open, and he leans through the doorway, square frame glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Did it get hotter in here?
“Lex.” He smiles. “What are you doing here, baby?” He comes over, placing his hands on my waist and dropping a quick kiss against my lips .
“Isabelle called me with some updates on Legacy Malt, and I said I was free to come into the office, so I just had a meeting with her.”
“Oh, good, come give me an update.” He pulls on my hand, passing by Riley’s desk. “Riley, we’re not to be disturbed.”
You can hear the chaotic clashing of instruments through Riley’s headphones, where they now sit back over his ears as he taps over his keyboard.
Caleb stops when he gets no response from Riley and casts a questioning look at him. Riley must sense the attention and whips his head over to us.
“You’re good!” he yells, throwing a thumb up. “I put on some screamo. Seemed fitting.” Then he goes back to his typing.
Caleb looks at me, clearly confused, and I push him into his office before I lose my nerve.
“What’s going on?” he asks, adjusting his glasses.
Once we’re inside his office, I close the door and flip the lock. I spin around, pressing my back against it as Caleb stands in the middle of the room, waiting.
“Siren?”
“When Isabelle called me earlier”—I push off the door and stalk towards him, swaying my hips and unbuttoning my dress as I get closer—“I remembered something you said not long ago.”
“Yes,” he says, the word ravaged, as if pulled through smoke and flames.
I release the buttons down to my navel and lift the thin straps off my shoulders, dropping my dress to the floor while I stand there in nothing but my gold heels.
The same ones I wore to Claire’s party. He kept looking at my legs that whole night, and I have a feeling it had something to do with the way the straps wrapped up my calves.
“Fuck.”
That one rasped word is enough to inject another dose of confidence through my body. I lengthen my spine and step out of the fabric pooled around my feet. As I pass Caleb, stunned and rooted to the spot, I grab onto his tie and pull him behind me.
“Have I died and gone to heaven?” he asks as his hands find my hips and start smoothing circles over the skin there. He willingly follows as I guide us behind his desk. I spin, placing my hands on his chest, and gently push him down into his chair.
I can already feel my arousal gathering at the apex of my thighs. I lean down and kiss him deep, and he lets me keep control, only taking as much as I give. I move his keyboard out of the way and then I sit my bare arse on his desk.
“Do you remember telling me you imagined eating me at your desk?”
He groans, and I’m briefly worried I broke my boyfriend. He’s squirming in his seat, palms running up and down his thighs as his eyes focus on my pussy.
“Baby, are you serious?”
I spread my legs wider, setting a foot on each armrest of his chair, and then pull it forward, dragging him in closer.
Leaning back on my elbows, I get comfortable. “I’m very serious when it comes to you.”
He practically face dives into my pussy, sucking on my clit and groaning.
He eats me like I’m his favourite meal. In fact, I’m sure he’s told me multiple times that I am.
The enthusiasm with which he lashes his tongue up and down only serves to fan the flames of my own heady desire.
I drop my head back and moan, and he licks and sucks and nips between my legs.
His palms hold on to my hips and guides them all over his eager mouth, while he moans just as loudly as me.
“Don’t save me, I want to die here.” He sighs.
I roll my hips, fucking his face and chasing the high. “Caleb,” I cry.
“Fuck, Lex. You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over my desk,” he says, and he flicks his tongue against my clit. “I’m gonna get hard every time I walk into the office and remember you spread out for me.”
He brings a finger to my pussy, rubbing up and down where I’m soaked. When he sucks my clit and flicks his tongue at the same time, I cry out, and then two fingers slip inside me.
“Yessss,” I moan and continue moving my hips against him.
“Goddamn, you own me, baby.”
His fingers pump faster, and his tongue matches the pace. He growls as he destroys me with his ardent pursuit of my release.
“Come for me, Lex, so I can get inside you.”
His free hand travels over my stomach and up to my breast, pinching at a nipple. My back arches off the desk, and I clutch his wrist, needing him to ground me while my other hand finds the back of his head, holding him firm against me.
“Fuck. Ride my face, Siren.”
My hips move with wild abandon, claiming the coil of need tightening in my stomach with fury. I’m panting and moaning and spinning out of control when my orgasm bursts through me.
I’m clutching for air when a belt buckle clatters against the floor and Caleb’s hard cock drives into me before my first orgasm can even subside.
He picks up my legs and pins them against his chest, clutching me tight as he drags me closer to the edge of his desk and fucks me quick and hard.
Knowing that coming here today, letting him eat me out on his desk, made him so desperate for me has me shivering in ecstasy.
“I can feel your perfect pussy choking my dick.” I open my eyes, and Caleb watches me with primal hunger. He drops his head back with a groan, then refocuses on me. “I could feel your pussy grow slicker when you looked at me. Do you like knowing it’s me fucking you, Lex? ”
I nod as I whimper through his merciless thrusts. I try to move my hips, but he has my legs pinned tight. He lets them drop, then guides them over his hips, holding my ankles behind him with one hand while bringing the other to my clit.
“Fuck, Caleb,” I drop my head against the desk. My arms fly over my head, holding onto the edge.
“Lex,” he hisses, drawing out my name as I feel him thicken and twitch inside me, spurring on another release.
His body falls onto mine, breathing ragged as his head lies against my chest.
“I don’t know. What. I did.” He puffs out the words. “To deserve you. But I’m so fucking happy.”
I laugh, and he joins in. It’s light, playful, and so pure. And I agree.
I’m so fucking happy.