Page 27 of Willow

After taking a quick shower to relax, I put on some clean boxers and jump in bed. I’m just about to fall asleep when I hear a noise. Peeking through my heavy lids, I see Willow standing there. She came to me! My heart’s in my throat when I toss off the covers and in two long strides, my mouth’s ravaging hers.

“If it’s too late, I’ll understand…” she murmurs on a breathy moan.

“It will never be too late when it comes to you.” I sweep her off her feet and gently place her on the bed. She’s not trying to seduce me by walking in my room naked or wearing sexy lingerie. Oh no, she’s wearing a pair of black boy shorts and a see-through cami. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “What made you change your mind?”

I know she’s nervous when she bites her bottom lip. Afraid to answer, perhaps. “I wanted to see if you invited Kate back to your room.” What? Is she serious?

Her breathing becomes erratic as I blanket her body with mine. Putting all of my weight on my elbows, I lean down so I can feel her breath on my face. “Why would you think such a thing?”

“I overheard your conversation at the bar before you escorted me to my room.”

“I hired Kate when Quinn gave her notice. She’s my PA, Willow. I don’t want anyone else, only you. You have my word.” I don’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I claim what’s mine. I’m going to take my sweet time with this girl. Our first time together needs to be all about her.

She gasps, I moan, and then my mouth makes love to her. Just like I’m going to do with my cock very shortly. In due time. I want this night to last.

Willow moans when my hard flesh grinds against her stomach. I want to dip lower, but it’s too soon. I want her needy and wet when I thrust inside of her warm pussy. Her nipples are jutting out of her shirt. Wanting to escape. Sitting on my heels, I reach for the hem and lift it over her head. “You’re so beautiful. I could look at you all day and night.”

Leaning down, I feather soft kisses against her neck. She shudders beneath me, urging me on. Gliding my tongue from her neck to her breasts, I swirl it around her darkened skin. Avoiding her rigid nipples, on purpose. When a throaty moan leaves her lips, I suck that hard peak into my mouth. Nipping, biting, and blowing on her heated flesh. Pushing her shorts to the side, I slip a finger, then two, inside of her.

“Caleb, yes.”

She’s so tight and wet that my cock’s desperate to replace my fingers. With her hooded eyes on mine, I pull out my fingers and stick them in my mouth. So fucking sweet. Patience is not one of my virtues, so I hook my thumbs in those damn shorts and pull them over her hips and knees and throw them on the floor. Willow’s an ethereal vision against the navy blue quilt. A beautiful goddess.

My hands glide up her calves, over her quivering thighs, and settle on her stomach. Her breaths come in short little gasps and when I lower my head to her very core, she hums. That’s when I bury my face in her most intimate part and consume every inch of her delectable flesh. Lapping, licking, and swirling until her clit is swollen with need.

“Oh my god, yes!” When her hands tangle in my hair, I suck that little nub until she’s shuddering and screaming out my name. While her juices run over my tongue and down the crack of her ass. Teasing that puckered little opening.

With her hands still fisted in my hair, she lifts my head. Flushed cheeks and sultry eyes capture mine. Her thighs still tremble beneath me. “I need you, Boss Man. So fucking bad.” Good, because I need her with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

Crawling up her body, I slant my mouth over hers. I want her to taste herself on my tongue. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grind my throbbing cock against her heat. Dry humping her like a horny teenager. Now my boxers are drenched with her arousal and my cock’s getting impatient.

With one last kiss to her lips, I stand up and rummage through my overnight bag. I grab a condom and shed my boxers. Her eyes widen when my cock thumps against my stomach. Jutting straight up and leaking pre-cum like a sieve. I’m tempted to part her lips and slide my cock in her mouth, but I’m not sure if that’s something she’d enjoy. I know I would, but I really don’t know her limits. I can wait.

Giving my cock a few good pumps while she watches my every move, I tear open the packet and roll it on. Now I’m sheathed and ready to feel her silken flesh. Kneeling between her thighs, I spread her wide and place my tip against her opening. “I want you,” she whispers. Reaching out to me. Leaning on my elbows, with her head in my hands, I thrust. We both suck in a breath, at the connection. So deep, so intimate. It’s pure ecstasy!

When I start moving my hips, she matches my every move. We’re so in sync that it’s intense. Our every thrust and grind of our bodies sends chills along my spine. I lift her leg, wanting to crawl inside. We both glance down at where our bodies are joined together and it’s both wicked and powerful. When I feel her walls flex and spasm around me I know she’s close. “Come all over my cock. Now!” With a slap to her breast and a pinch of her nipple, she detonates. Stroking and milking my cock with such desire that I throw my head back and roar. Exploding inside of her.

Once our breathing slows and our heartbeats are back to normal, I tuck her to my side, holding her tight. I should take off the condom and toss it, but I don’t want to move. With a big sigh, she nuzzles into me, tucking her hands between us. Her lips press to my chest, leaving little kisses in their wake. Setting my heart alight.

Several minutes pass by and I think she’s fallen asleep when she glances up at me. Such a beautiful sight. My cock agrees. “I think someone’s ready for round two.” And she would be one-hundred percent correct.

17

WILLOW

For the lastfive years,I’ve been numb. Every ounce of compassion I’d ever felt vanished overnight. I was an empty vessel, fueled only by my love for music. It’s the only thing that I could focus on to get me through my darkest days and empty nights. I lost faith in the human race and in everyone I loved. “Don’t tell,” was drilled into my brain. Secrets, lies, and deception became my norm. Which is probably the reason why Jet and I have such a special bond. We’ve both been damaged by the ones we loved.

All of that changed early this morning, when I decided to take a leap of faith and put my trust in Caleb. He didn’t disappoint.

“What are you staring at?” His smug smile has my heart racing. It’s been too long since I’ve felt truly happy. In this moment, I am.

After last night, all of my doubts and fears went out the window. I push him onto his back and straddle his lap. “I’m staring at you, Boss Man. Got a problem with that?” Last night, he paid close attention to my needs. This morning, it’s all about him.

“No problem, love. Can you finish what you started, because we need to be at breakfast in—” he checks his phone and grins, “—forty-seven minutes.” Crap.

“That totally depends on you. Are you up for a quickie?” Roles are reversed when he flips me over, grabs a condom, and thrusts inside of me all in a matter of seconds. My body responds to every seductive grind of his hips. My fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him closer for a taste. When his lips crash into mine, I stop breathing. So many sensations course through my veins and crawl through my body, it’s intoxicating. He’s ravaging my mouth, my body, and my mind.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting on my bed with two minutes to spare, when he knocks on my door. Taking a few deep breaths to calm my beating heart, I walk across the room and open up. The smoldering man on the other side does nothing to calm my anxiety. More so now that I know he’s a god in bed. Best not go there since my cheeks are already flushed.

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