Page 145 of Penalty to the Heart

Wasn’t the reason I went to see my ob-gyn because, subconsciously, I wanted to be prepared if I slipped and slept with my patient again?

But instead of wallowing in that thought, fearing it will reveal too much, I lean down and kiss him .

Before long, we’re once again in the throes of passion, forgetting the world at our doorstep and only interested in what our bodies want to share. His fingers play with my clit, his mouth sucking on my nipple. It’s all too much and not nearly enough.

“Caleb,” I wail, needing him to put an end to my misery.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me what you want.”

The words are right there on the tip of my tongue—the same ones I used that first night. I know they are the words he yearns to hear from me again, and as hard as I try to fight them, they come tumbling down my tongue with utter ease. “Fuck me.”

A throaty groan escapes him as he’s quick to position the head of his cock at my apex.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says tauntingly. But all jokes fall to the side of the road when I sink myself down his girth right to the base of his cock.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls, staring at where our bodies unite.

He grabs my hips and helps me lift up and sink back down in languid strokes until it gets to be too much for both of us.

“This is all you, baby,” he praises as I hop on his dick with reckless abandon. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Look at you taking my cock. Fuck, I could watch you forever.”

My nails sink into his shoulders, creating half-moons on his skin as I use them to keep my balance.

I’m so close. So goddamn close.

His cock hits all the sensitive spots inside me as if he knows every hidden secret my body tries to hide away.

“That’s it, love. Ride me. Fuck me. Take everything you want from me.”

And I do. I fuck him hard and fast, chasing that thrill over to the edge until I step over the cliff and sail away.

“I got you. I got you,” he promises, wrapping his arms around me as he takes over and thrusts deep inside me while my orgasm ravishes me.

My body shudders on his lap as he holds onto me for dear life, craving to follow me over the edge while whispering words of praise. He says all the right words as I plummet from the heavens back to his arms. I feel his cum slide down my thigh while Caleb brushes my hair, my head now hidden in the crook of his neck.

He pulls my face towards him, his palms on either side of my cheeks.

“What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m not thinking anything.”

“Liar.” He smiles, pulling my head down just to kiss my forehead. “This little brain of yours is always working nonstop. The only time it isn’t is when I’m fucking you senseless.” He laughs. “So tell me, what are you thinking about?”

“That I don’t want to think,” I admit. “That I’d rather just feel.”

His eyes soften as he stares deep into my eyes.

“And how do you feel?”

“Scared,” I admit.

“Of me?”

“No. Of me.”

He nods as if understanding what I mean by that.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks, brushing my hair back with his fingers.

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