Page 136 of Wicked Dreams

I whimper, and he freezes.

“Relax.” His tongue flicks out against the shell of my ear.

I loosen my muscles, one at a time, and he slides in deeper. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, marveling at the feel of him hitting a deep spot inside me. Down there is more sensitive than I could’ve imagined.

He nips my earlobe, following it with his tongue. Who knew ears could be so… hot?

I dig my nails into his back.

This feels different.

And then the front door opens. It’s easy to hear—the hinges squeal.

We both freeze. “Um, Caleb? Did you invite?—”

“Margo, we’re home!” Lenora calls. “Want to watch a movie?”

Her footsteps pound on the stairs.

“Caleb,” I whisper. “You need to move.”

He pulls out of me, grimacing, and hops up. “Where?”

“Um…”

“Margo?” Lenora calls. “You awake?”

“Closet!” I jump up, grabbing my shorts and yanking them back into place. I manage to get my shirt on, and I push him toward my walk-in at the same time, closing the door behind him just as Lenora cracks my door open.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

I spin toward her. “Sorry, Lenora! I called back but I don’t think I was loud enough.”

She smiles.

I lean against my closet door, crossing my arms. “You’re home early.”

“Well, the restaurant was lovely. Service was a little too fast.” She shrugs. “We’re naturally homebodies, Robert and I. Decided we could go out to see a movie… or come home and snuggle on the couch.”

I force a laugh. Sweat is trickling down my spine—and I don’t think it’s from the sex that she just interrupted. “That makes sense to me.”

She grins. “I’m going to change. Come down and join us if you’d like. Robert is making popcorn!”

She closes my door, and I sag against it. A second later, my body moves as Caleb forces it open.

“That was close.” He’s fully dressed again, and he holds up my bra. “Figured you might want this back.”

I double take. “That’s the one you took on Monday.”

He shrugs. “I’ve got a replacement.”

“You also kept my torn panties. You like to keep trophies of your conquests?”

He chuckles. “No. But I do like help remembering your scent when I’m jacking off at night. And no offense, Wolfe, but bras don’t really do the trick in that department.”

I gape at him, my face getting hot. “You’re not?—”

“Serious?” He smirks. “Deadly.”

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