Page 57 of A Temporary Forever

“Quinn, make it happen or find someone else. I’ve got to go.” He disconnects the call.

I return to the book. He moves toward me. I think. I’m so engrossed in my pretend reading, I can’t be sure.

A soft click, and his watch drops to the coffee table. His phone follows. I can sense him closer. I can smell him closer.

“What are you doing?”

I close the book and meet his gaze. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m reading.”

“I didn’t know you were starting a company.” He folds his arms, his head slanted to the side.

Frowning, I glance at the cover of Zero to One: Notes on Startups, Or How to Build the Future.

Merde.

“Because a dancer can’t be interested in business?” I snap, abandoning my femme fatale character.

He lifts the book from my hands and sits on the coffee table, flipping through the pages.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re business-savvy. It’s just that your attire at the moment is more of thechilling with a romance bookkind.”

He puts the book aside and rests his arms on his legs, leaning forward.

“I used to run a successful business.” For some outlandish reason, I’m defending a point that is not the point here.

“Is that what you want to talk about?” His gaze is heated as he calls me on my bullshit.

I lift my legs and spin round to sit up, crossing one leg over the other as I lean in. “I wasn’t planning on it. In fact, I wasn’t planning on much talking.”

“What would your boyfriend say?”

I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t planning to talk about that either.” I coil a strand of hair around my finger, smiling. I’m not going to tell him there is no boyfriend. The man has enough power over me already.

He licks his lips in slow motion and drops his hand to my knee. The touch is electrifying. Ipush up off the sofa and stand between his legs while his touch skims up my thighs.

Ironically, this is similar to my first attempt to seduce him, but while then I felt like I was selling myself for a visa, this time… I don’t know, it’s just the two of us consenting to having a good time.

Caleb doesn’t break our gaze as his hands move higher. My knees buckle when he squeezes my ass. My hair cascades around my face as I lean forward, lowering my hands to his thighs while sinking my ass into his hands.

He cups the back of my neck, and our lips connect. It’s not a heated kiss, it’s an exploratory one, just tasting each other, finding a rhythm, taking our time to play, to seduce, to enjoy.

Snaking his hand between my legs from behind, he finds my sensitive bud, rubbing it through the flimsy fabric of my panties.

I’m glad I didn’t wear my heels, because there is no way I could stand here like this and take his ministrations. Even barefoot and used to physical activity, I’m barely able to hold myself.

“I can’t wait to taste you, black swan.” He shoves two fingers in me, not bothering to push my underwear to the side, and the freaking fabric intensifies the friction.

Without much fumbling, Caleb crooks his fingersand finds the spot like he’s always had a map of my pussy.

He continues pumping his fingers in and out, my panties stretching painfully around my thighs as he shoves more of the fabric into me.

“Mon dieu,” I moan. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s the point. Let go and scream my name.”

The explosion that follows his words is spine-tingling. Mind-blowing. Heart-stopping.

Thank God I don’t sing in the theater, because I’m sure I lost my voice with the scream. And while his name was on my tongue, I swallowed that.

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