Page 37 of Willow

“Have I told you lately how bossy you are?” Caleb makes me smile, even with his dry sense of humor.

“Every time you call me Boss Man, so I’d say that’s a yes. I’ll grab us takeout so we can eat dinner together. Sound good?”

“I think you might be falling for me, Boss Man. Be careful, I’m a handful. See you later, and make sure it’s Thai.” Ending the call, I lie back down and realize that I’m the one who’s falling for him. Not the other way around. Caleb doesn’t need my crazy, but it sure would be nice to have someone who gets me.

I was able to get a few hours of rest and now I’m waiting for Caleb to arrive. Mom called to let me know she’s dining out with a friend from work and I couldn’t be happier. Caleb in the same room as her just isn’t a good fit. Maybe she’ll warm up to him someday, but it won’t happen anytime soon.

When I hear a car in the driveway I race to the door, composing myself before opening it, of course. I don’t want to appear too eager. God, I sound like a love-sick teenager. It’s not a bad thing, is it?

I’m proud of myself when I wait for him to ring the bell before answering. “Let me just say that delivery men are getting better-looking every day.” I just couldn’t resist.

“Keep talking like that, young lady, and I’ll be dining with the next-door neighbor.” Leaning in, he claims my mouth and my heart for the whole world to see. I’m going to miss this man so damn much.

“Lucky you. I heard Mr. Pearlman’s the greatest catch of the neighborhood.” His laugh rumbles through his chest as he guides me through the door and closes it behind him. “Good news. Mom’s dining out so we’re all alone.”

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CALEB

“How hungry areyou,love? Thai can always be reheated. I, on the other hand, should be served at room temperature.” Now it’s Willow’s turn to laugh.

“Really? Why don’t I be the judge of that?” With that said, she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. College memories invade my thoughts as we stumble up the steps. Our clothes fly in every direction as we undress on the go. We’ll worry about them later. Being inside of this woman is the only thing on my mind. I can’t fathom not seeing her for four months.

She flings herself on the bed, legs spread, inviting me in. There’s no place else I’d rather be.

“You’re a goddess, and I’m going to worship every inch.” Grabbing her by her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed. She’s a vision with her flushed skin, parted lips, and come-hither stare.

Dropping to my knees, I swipe from her puckered little opening to her warm, wet pussy, circling around her hard nub that’s demanding all of my attention. In due time.

“Caleb, please.” So polite, so patient. I’m only too happy to oblige.

Burying my face inside her sweet pussy, I fuck her with my tongue while my thumb circles her clit. Frustrated, she grabs my hair. “Tell me what you want, love?”

“I want you to suck my clit. Hard.” Well, all she needs to do is ask.

Covering her clit with my mouth, I suck the tiny bud. She bucks off the bed and holds on tight. I suck harder, each time she grinds against my face. Knowing exactly what she wants.

“Fuck, yes. Right there, keep. Yes.” When her legs tense up, I thrust two fingers inside her pussy and suck her clit until she’s coming all over my face. “Mm, so good, Boss Man.”

With a smile on my lips and a throbbing cock, I kiss my way up her body. Until I reach her nipples and stop to give them a little attention.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, love,” I say from between her tits. “Are you ready for Thai?” I’m hoping she’ll say no, because my cock wants some one-on-one.

“Nope. I’m only hungry for you. Come here.” I flip onto my back, taking her with me, and I just stare at this beautiful woman. She does the same to me and it’s intoxicating. Getting lost together. “I want you inside me, Caleb.” Well, I won’t argue with that.

“Condoms are in my wallet. Why don’t you slide it on and ride my fucking cock.” Her eyes widen, and when she realizes the power and control I just handed her, she jumps off the bed in search of my pants—which are probably on the third or fourth stair.

Smiling, she comes in the room with my wallet in one hand and a condom in the other. She’s a vision. My very own Aphrodite.

“I’m embarrassed to admit, I’ve never rolled on one of these things before.” Really? I love that I’m her first.

When she kneels on the bed in between my thighs, my cock twitches, eager for her soft, gentle hands. Tearing open the packet, I hand the condom to her.

“Feels slimy.” She laughs and so do I.

“It’s lube, which you certainly don’t need. Now, place it on the head, then slowly slide it down, leaving a space at the tip.” She’s nervous, biting her bottom lip, but does a fine job her first time.

“How’d I do?” Her gaze meets mine and she smiles.

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