Page 77 of A Temporary Forever

Could it work?

Perhaps, if I go into it without hope.

After my colleagues and I get changed, all of us file out and round the corner.

“Oh, look, your secret admirer is back, Celeste.” Jose jerks his head to the other side of the street where a familiar SUV stands, just like that night when Caleb refused myindecentproposal.

My heart flutters, a smile stretching across my face. Caleb sent Peter to pick me up. Even though he’s done that before, the gesture spreads warmth through me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I call after my colleagues, and skip across the street.

The passenger window rolls down, and my husband’s handsome face makes my heart stop and restart.

Our eyes lock, and butterflies flap between my stomach and my chest.Don’t catch feelings,sotte.

The swooning is concerning because it threatens to break the boundaries I’m barely managing to keep up. Let’s just have fun.

“I didn’t expect a ride.” I lean on my elbows in the window.

“Well, I need you to ride my cock, and it’s a matter of emergency.” He smirks. His gaze increases my temperature, sizzling and inescapable.

“An emergency?” I drawl, straightening up.

“Get in the fucking car now,” he commands, opening the door.

Holy shit. I throw away all notions of a gentleman or feminism, because his demands might not speak to my intelligence, but they are a siren song to my body.

“What about Peter?” I whisper when I slide to the seat beside Caleb and the car moves.

“That’s what the partitions are for.” He cups my neck from behind and yanks me to him.

His kiss is urgent, almost desperate, like he reallycouldn’t wait a moment longer. His hand finds my breast while our tongues dance together.

My body responds to his closeness and his touch, goosebumps tingling across my skin while desire pools between my thighs.

We move with frantic urgency. My hands in his hair. His hands roaming, prodding, squeezing. Moans and grunts echo through the small space as we devour each other with insatiable hunger.

He hoists me and spins me round so I straddle him.

“What are we doing, Cal?” I cup his face, panting.

Like I already forgot my vow to just have fun. One kissing session pushed me close to that useless hope I promised to avoid.

He blinks a few times and then smirks. “Not fucking… yet.”

Why am I pushing this? As if by laying it all out, I could control the outcome? I can’t. And talking about it won’t protect me either. People fall in love. People fall out.

The problem is, I can see myself easily falling for this man. While before he instilled insecurity in me, now he empowers me. Yeah, people fall in and out, but let’s hope my fall won’t be fatal.

“You know what I mean.” I groan as his hands continue their exploration under my skirt, slipping into my panties and squeezing my ass.

“Why do we need to label it or name it? We’re both enjoying this physical connection. We cleared the morning-after awkwardness, so let’s just ride the wave.”

His words pierce through me like poisoned arrows, while he returns to kneading my behind and kissing my neck.

The poison spreads through me, tearing my insides apart, melting them in a pang of disappointment.

Did we clear anything? Apparently, this morning’s hate fuck cleared things out.I hope you’re ready for the consequences.

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