Chapter 28 #3
The sulky expression disappears, replaced by something much more heated. “I do like the sound of that.”
“I thought you might.”
This time when he kisses me, there’s nothing gentle about it. His hands slide into my hair, angling my face to deepen the kiss, and I melt against him. I can feel his heart racing under my palm, matching the erratic rhythm of my own.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard, and his eyes have that intense focus that makes my stomach flip.
“See?” I whisper against his lips. “Much better than being my boss.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he concedes, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Though I’d never admit that to anyone else.”
I laugh, tilting my head to give him better access. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
And as his lips trace a burning path down my neck, I silently congratulate myself on winning this particular battle. Because with Caleb Wilder’s arms around me, it definitely feels like we’re both winning the war.
My head tilts back as he worships my neck but his mouth finds mine in a slow, heated kiss.
As his hands roam up my sides, sliding under the thin fabric of my shirt, I feel his palms cup the soft swell of my breasts. A low chuckle rumbles from his throat against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough for him to murmur, “No bra? You’re making this too easy for me, aren’t you?”
I shiver under his words, my nipples hardening instantly from the cool air and his teasing gaze. “I was relaxing, not planning to be groped.”
“So now I’m groping you,” he laughs, stealing another kiss. He circles one peak with his thumb, rolling it slowly, deliberately, watching my face flush as I bite my lip to stifle a whimper.
“Eve, look at you,” he continues, his voice dropping to a husky growl, “already getting worked up just from a little attention. I bet you’re soaked down there, aren’t you?”
The taunt ignites something fierce in me.
I surge forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry, aggressive kiss, my tongue plunging past his lips to tangle with his.
My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer as I pour my need into the embrace, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw a surprised grunt from him.
He grins into the kiss, loving my fire, and lets one hand drift lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants.
His fingers find my slick folds immediately, parting them to stroke along my entrance.
I’m drenched, my arousal coating his skin as he teases my clit with light circles before pushing two fingers inside my tight heat.
“That’s it,” he commands, his voice rough with dominance as he curls them upward, hitting that sensitive spot that makes me gasp. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how bad you want it.”
I obey without hesitation, my hips bucking forward to take him deeper, riding his hand with desperate rhythm.
My inner walls clench around his digits, slick sounds filling the air as I grind against his palm, chasing the building pressure.
He holds still, letting me do the work, his free hand gripping my hip to guide my pace.
“Harder,” he urges, eyes locked on mine. “Ride them like you mean it.”
My breaths come in ragged pants, my body trembling as the tension coils tighter, until I shatter—my pussy spasming around his fingers, juices flooding out as waves of pleasure crash over me.
As my orgasm fades, leaving me limp and quivering, he withdraws his hand slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean with deliberate slowness, tasting my essence, his eyes never leaving mine. “Sweet as always,” he says, voice laced with satisfaction.
Without another word, he forces me to stand, shoving my pants down my thighs, freeing his throbbing cock from his own confines. Pulling me back down into his lap, he bites my jaw tenderly. “I want you to ride me.”
“So you want to be lazy,” I groan as he positions himself at my entrance, the thick head nudging my swollen lips apart.
“No,” he laughs deeply. “Consider it your way of making it up to me for rejecting my amazing job offer.”
“You’re such an idiot.” I grin down at him, affectionately.
But I see the challenge in his eyes and the burning need, and my laughter fades.
Slowly I push down onto his thick shaft, feeling every inch of it as it enters me.
A soft moan spills from my lips, and Caleb’s hands come to curl around my waist. His fingers dig into my skin, and he whispers my name reverently.
“You set the pace,” he breathes.
And I do.
My nails digging into his shoulders, I force myself down till he fills me completely, and I’m stretching around his length. My lips are parted as I try to draw in air, this feeling of fullness making me tremble.
His mouth descends on mine with slow hunger, his hands smoothing up my back, pulling me closer with careful strength. The kiss deepens—tongue, breath, quiet hum of need—and I lean into him, into his warmth, into the steady way he holds me like I’m both fire and silk.
I feel him move beneath me, not urgent but controlled, deliberate. His hands guide my hips again, slow, testing the motion, and when my breath catches—not in pain but in heat—he groans softly, forehead resting against mine.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs, like it’s being punched out of him.
My fingers tighten in his hair. “I love you, too.”
His kiss turns deeper, slower, devastatingly tender. Each shift of our bodies is careful, patient, building warmth and pressure and closeness until my breath comes in soft stutters and his hands are shaking just the slightest bit on my waist from holding back too much for too long.
“Caleb,” I whimper, my legs feeling weak as I begin to move. I see his throat move, and then his hands tighten around me.
“Hold on, then.” He sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with forceful drives, each one slamming home and making my breasts bounce with the impact.
The cries are torn out of me as he pushes me to the edge.
My vision grows white for a moment as the pleasure crests, sharp and overwhelming.
His release follows, and I gasp as I feel him inside.
We sit there for a moment, intertwined, feeling each other pulsing.
As he finally pulls out, I collapse against him, boneless and trembling. His arm closes around my back like he’s catching me from falling off a cliff. “God,” he breathes, voice rough with awe, “I could watch you come apart like that forever.”
“You forgot—You forgot the condom,” I pant, realizing I’ve been off the pill for the past two weeks but being too buzzed to really care.
“Oh no, did I?” His sly voice makes me narrow my eyes, and he’s laughing at me when I pull away. “I’m just kidding. I genuinely forgot.” He kisses me again.
“It had better not happen again,” I warn him, melting into his kiss.
As he holds me in his arms, Caleb murmurs, “I could get used to coming home to this.”
My heart is still pounding, my body still humming as I reply. “You won’t get sex in a chair every time.”
As his lips find mine in a tender kiss, I can’t help but marvel at how far we’ve come—from competitive colleagues who constantly challenge each other to lovers who can’t bear to be apart.
The journey hasn’t been easy, with corporate spies, family drama, and a literal stabbing along the way, but some things are worth fighting for.
“You know,” Caleb murmurs against my lips, his blue eyes filled with a warmth that still makes my heart skip, “a few months ago, I never would have believed this is where we’d end up.”
I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair, smiling at the memory of how much I once tried to outdo him. “Me neither. I was too busy trying to prove I was better than you.”
“And now?” he asks, his arms tightening around me.
“Now I’m plotting ways to keep you,” I answer honestly, feeling the strength of his heartbeat against mine.
Caleb smiles, tracing my cheek with his thumb. “Your family quite likes me, you know.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “They would, since you kept bringing flowers and snacks every time you visited this week. My mother is particularly impressed by your appetite.”
“Your mom cooks amazing food,” he says with genuine enthusiasm. “She told me I can come to every Sunday dinner.”
I roll my eyes. “Be careful, or she’ll start sending food home with you in containers labeled with the days of the week.” We both laugh, but I feel a surprising warmth at the thought.
These past seven days of my mother’s care have healed more than just my physical wound. The way she pampered me, cooked all my favorite foods, and even spoiled Caleb—it has helped heal our relationship. She’s finally begun to accept me as I am, and it’s liberating for both of us.
Caleb tucks my head under his chin and holds me close.
I look around what is now our shared apartment, filled now with the scattered moving boxes we’ve yet to unpack.
And as I look at him—this man who drives me crazy in every possible way—I know he’s right.
We may have started as rivals, but we’ve finished as partners.
And that’s a future worth building together, one day at a time.
Some battles you win, some you lose, and some—the most important ones—you surrender to willingly, finding victory in what once seemed like defeat.