Page 189 of Crazy for this Girl

“Cal, you don’t have to—”

“I’ll give you anything just for a chance to be with you, Laynee. If you want to open your own place, I’ll help you. If you want to know all of Grand Regent, it’s yours. You signed an NDA anyway so your ass, legally, can’t go selling off my secrets.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she retorts softly. “But you don’t need to be on your knees to tell me all of this. Stand up.”

“Tell me I have hope, Peabody.”

“I will kill you if you say that again,” she leers with no power behind it. “Can you erase that memory from your brain because that’s what I want.”

“It’s too good. Give me something else.”

“Can you get off your knees first?”

“No.”

“Oh my God.” She looks heavenward before I grip her chin gently in my hands and pull her back down to face me.

“Impatiently waiting over here,” I warn.

“Of course, there’s hope for you, idiot. You forced yourself into my life, and I got used to you where I’m not—” I push off my haunches and kiss her running mouth. Her tongue immediately enters mine, needing more, which links up to my hope I’ve been waiting for.

“I think we should commend this agreement with something,” she whispers against my lips, gripping my dress shirt in her hands.

“Like what?”

“Like you removing your shirt.”

I chuckle and suck on her lower lip. “If this shirt comes off, I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can see straight. No more warnings or games, Laynee.”

“No more warnings and games.”

“Then tell me,” I command, looking up into those magnificent blues. “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I don’t remember getting out of my chair, just the way Cal’s mouth greedily kissed me like he was never going to get another chance. His hands roam my body hungrily, as if I’m going to disappear like he did all those years ago. I’m clutched to his body so tightly because I’m scared of the same feat.

My terrified mind, and the rational thoughts of how trying this again with him is dangerous for my heart, evaporates all apprehension because he’s mine.

He’s mine.

When he gave me back my decision to want to try this, or let it fall to the wayside, I couldn’t hide it anymore. The concerns of events past no longer suited me because when would I ever get this again? To be with the man who has plagued my thoughts for most of my life and seamed into my DNA to where there was no getting him out then.

My spine suddenly slams into a wall—what wall, I have no idea—and Cal lifts me in the air, carrying me somewhere to shred all my walls down and start anew.

“Which one?” he grounds out, biting down on my lower lip again and causing me to release a needy exhale.

“It’s blue,” I reply through my muddled thoughts and the way his adept mouth plays with mine like he was always meant to. I assumed he’s asking about my room, but have it quickly confirmed when I hear a door slam shut.

His palms knead my ass before he lowers me to the floor onto my feet, but not allowing any space between us. Those wicked lips find the crook of my neck as he pulls at the fabric of my dress, heaving it over my head, then immediately returns to the sensitive part of my body that only self-destructs my hold on this world and nothing else.

The heat of his mouth brushes bated breaths over my responsive flesh as he expertly unhooks my bra and allows the fabric to fall to the floor.

“Take my cock out,” he orders through the bottomless octave of his throat, licking a trail of sheer lust up to my ear. The sensual need and thick desire coating his voice only causes my pussy to clench as I follow his instructions, quickly working the zipper and button of his dress pants.

His rigid dick proudly stands to attention, and I grasp the smooth length, stroking him up and down while listening to his breathing unsteadily hitch.

I love that sound.

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