Page 159 of A Temporary Forever

I’d protest the loss if I wasn’t utterly shocked by his revelation.

“I wanted to make sure I could leave with you, in case you got deported.”

He searches my face for approval, or for something I can’t name. But he doesn’t seem his usual casual and carefree self with this admission. He fucking dropped his career because of me.

My heart attempts to flee my ribcage. “But—”

“Xander and Declan wanted me to step in as interim CEO because of the bullshit with Corm. Icouldn’t have accepted that, knowing I might need to leave only days afterward. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

I’m completely speechless, filled with thoughts and emotions that range the entire gamut. When faced with a choice between me and his company, he chose me.

It’s stupid and reckless. But it’s so significant.

“It is a big deal, though.” Tears pool in my eyes. It’s a big fucking deal.

“Merged has been in my life for about as long as you, and I have no doubt in my mind that I’m left with the better of the two.” His words leave no room for doubt.

My poor heart. I grab his lapels and pull him to me. Our teeth clash in a kiss that feels like everything.Thank you. I love you. I trust you. I’m yours.

We devour each other’s mouths with urgency, like there’s so much we need to accomplish with it, we can’t ease up and savor it.

The kiss buries the past, clears any remaining doubt, and seals our future in the most explosive way.

It’s a kiss like one that usually follows a proposal, or confirmation of commitment. But this union started with marriage, so we kiss to acknowledge its finality. The most brilliant finality.

“Have you just compared me to a financial company?” I admonish half-heartedly.

He chuckles and dips again to find his way under my skirt. “Oh, God, no. A company makes money. You only cost me.” He smirks.

“Caleb,” I hiss, half scolding him for his words, and half moaning his name as his fingers graze my underwear.

“So wet for me, black swan. Tell me, whose pussy is this?”

He’s not even applying any pressure yet, just holding his fingers lightly over my mound, and my knees buckle. “Yours.”

He pulls his hand away and wraps it around my throat before he kisses me savagely. “Whose mouth is this?”

“Yours.”

I yelp as he whips me around, pinning me with his hips, my back to his chest. His hands cup my breasts roughly. “Whose are these magnificent tits?”

“Yours.”

It’s a ridiculous game, really. I’m saying what he wants to hear. What should concern me is how honest my answers are.

Because he might need me to feed into his possessive nature, but I’m his.

His to love. His to care for. His to argue with. Histo confide in. His to fuck. His to make love to. His to play with. His to laugh with. His to be vulnerable with.

His. His. His.

Caleb lifts my skirt. “Whose ass is this?” He squeezes both cheeks, probably leaving bruises.

“Yours.”

“That’s right, black swan, don’t ever forget that.” He rips my underwear off. “Hands on the wall.”

I glance at the small glass panel as a nurse passes by and doesn’t even look our way. Bracing myself against the wall, I bite my forearm as he fills me to the hilt.

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