Page 19 of Penalty for Boarding

Together, we strip each other bare, hands caressing newly exposed skin. When we came together in his truck, it was all hurried movement and desperate need. But now, in the safety of his home, it's different—intimate and slow, lips trailing heated kisses over sensitive flesh. By the time we stumble into the shower, I'm aching for him, my body singing with need.

“Calvin.”

The hot spray cascades over us as he presses me against the cool tile, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, drugging kiss. His hands roam my body, mapping every dip and curve as I arch into his touch. Every nerve in my body tingles as he explores, his fingers trailing down my sides, teasing the soft flesh of my hips before dipping between my legs and finding my aching center.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he groans, his touch sending shivers of pleasure racing down my spine. “It’s almost unfair how stunning you are.”

He works me skillfully, wringing gasps and whimpers from my lips as he brings me to the brink again and again. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he notches himself at my entrance.

“Please,” I keen, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you, Calvin. Desperately.”

“Desperately? Hmmm. I've got you, baby,” he rasps, surging forward and filling me in one deep stroke.

We both cry out at the sensation, and I realize I will never,never,get to a point in my life when this won't feel like magic.

“So good,” he grunts, setting a relentless pace, driving into me with powerful thrusts that have me seeing stars. I cry out, and the bathroom fills with the sounds of our passion—the slap of wet skin, the echoing moans, the whispered words of love and devotion.

Every doubt I’ve ever had is washed clean with each powerful thrust as my back knocks up against the tiles and I cling to him for dear life. “How can you feel so good?” I gasp, breathless, as he angles himself perfectly inside me, hitting that sweet spot that makes my vision blur. “I’m so close.”

“Then let go for me, Liv,” he urges, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. “I fucking love it when you fall apart around me.”

Those words, slick with desire and anchored by the warmth radiating from his body, send me teetering on the edge. My fingers curl deeper into his shoulders as I lock my legs tighter around him, pulling him even closer.

“I can't hold on much longer,” I gasp, my head falling back against the tile as the coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter.

“Then let go, Olivia,” Calvin commands, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit. “Come for me, baby.”

With a sharp cry, I shatter in his arms, my body clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout of my name, his hips stuttering as he spills himself deep inside me, pinning me against the wall as the water teems around us.

“Holy fuck, Calvin.”

“Hmm.” We stay locked together as we come down, foreheads pressed close, chests heaving. Calvin brushes a tender kiss to my lips, then another to the tip of my nose, drawing a sated giggle from me.

“I could stay like this forever,” I sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Then let's never leave,” he says, only half joking. “I’ll have someone come and build a tiny apartment right inside this cubicle. We can always be wet and wild, just like this.”

“I love it.” I laugh, looking deep into his handsome face. “I love you.”

His eyes soften, that fierce light of passion giving way to something deeper, more vulnerable. “I love you too, Liv. More than I can say.”

We linger in the steamy embrace, the water cascading down like a veil around us, but slowly, reality starts to seep back in as the water begins to cool. Reluctantly, we untangle ourselves and finish our shower, taking turns washing each other with gentle hands. It's intimate in a different way, a physical manifestation of the care and tenderness flowing between us.

By the time we're dried off and dressed, I'm half tempted to crawl back into bed with him, responsibilities be damned. But a glance at the clock reminds me that I have patients waiting. With a sigh, I lean up to kiss him softly.

“I have to go to work. But I'll see you tonight?” It comes out as half statement, half hopeful question.

Calvin's arms tighten around me, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Tonight,” he confirms. “And every night after, if I have my way.”

The smile on my face grows from ear to ear—a future together, full of love and promise. It's everything I never knew I wanted until him.

“I like the sound of that,” I murmur.

With one last lingering kiss, I force myself to pull away and gather my things. Calvin walks me to the door, his hand at the small of my back, a constant reassuring presence.

“I love you,” he says again as I step into the hallway.

“I love you too,” I reply, the words spilling from my smiling lips with effortless ease. It’s literally the only sentence I ever want to say from this moment forward, but by the time I get to work—a little later than I should, whoops!—it very quickly becomes the least appropriate. I have patients to visit and coaches to plan with.

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