Page 28 of Willow

“Good morning, Willow. I’m famished, let’s go eat.” Oh, this man will surely be the death of me.

“Morning, Caleb.” There’s no touching or hand-holding as we walk side by side to the elevator. That all quickly changes when he pins me up against the wall as the doors close behind him.

“I have you to thank for this hunger that’s burning inside of me. It has nothing to do with food, it’s all you. Now I can’t wait to get you back to my penthouse so I can spread you across my baby grand and feast on your delectable pussy.”

Leaning in, he gets ready for a taste when we come to a complete stop. When the doors open to the lobby, Caleb’s leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed and arms folded. I’m not sure how he plans on hiding his erection, other than playing nonchalant. Wouldn’t you know, his PA is waiting by the elevator doors.

“Morning, Willow. Caleb.” Her modest smile sets off all kinds of alarm bells. Does she know?

“Morning, Kate. Have you had a chance to implement everything we talked about last night?” Caleb motions for me to exit the car before him. I shiver at his hand at my back even though it’s barely there.

“Everything’s all set up. We begin at nine. See you later.” I don’t know why I get the feeling they have a secret, but I need to stop being so paranoid. Caleb swore he only wanted me and I believe him. She meets up with Jeff from the production crew and Caleb and I go sit with the other judges. I’m more relaxed today than I was yesterday.

“Are you excited to be on the other end of the stage this time around, Willow?” Mary is so down to earth, I took a liking to her immediately.

“I sure am. I’ve no doubt with being a judge there’s a different kind of pressure, but this time around I don’t need to worry about winning.”

“I agree. This time, you can sit back and enjoy all of the talent without the stress. It’s not easy picking a winner. But very gratifying.”

There’s a buffet set up with every breakfast food imaginable, and since Caleb and I worked up an appetite, it was our breakfast of choice. The others ordered strictly off the menu. I almost choke when I see Caleb’s plate piled high. Then again, he did say I worked up his appetite. His quirked eyebrow wants me to challenge him. Not happening.

The conversation flows as we eat and it’s over before we know it. The kitchen was kind enough to give us some coffee to go since we all raved how wonderful it was. Now we have our caffeine fix while we head into a long day. I have a feeling we’re all going to need it.

Caleb makes sure I get the seat to his right, while the others seamlessly grab the empty chairs. Pretending like he has to show me the ropes and talk me through how it all works. I get a sense of déjà vu when they announce the first band. It wasn’t too long ago thatThe Sinful Sevenwas performing on this very stage. I can more than relate to everything they’re feeling.

I have my cheat sheet with all of the band names beside me. After each performance, I check a box, numbered one through five. One being the worst and five being the best. Then I have a blank space where I can add my comments. Is it wrong that I peek to see if Caleb’s score matches mine? I’m sure, but it doesn’t stop me from doing so. I’m baffled when some of mine have a five and his have a three. Who am I to argue when it comes to music?

Time goes by so fast, and I must admit I’m enjoying the performances. There have only been a few that were completely unprepared, and I know it’s because they were nervous. It didn’t help that they’d forgotten the words to their own songs. It’s early afternoon and I can sense that Caleb’s getting restless.

When the announcer gets ready to introduce the next band, Caleb stands and holds up his hand to grab their attention. “We’re going to break for lunch. We’ll see you all back here in an hour.”

The Boss Man has spoken.

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CALEB

It’s beenthelongest four hours of my life. Sitting in such close proximity to her without being able to touch her. It’s torture. If it were up to me, I’d skip lunch altogether and have her for dessert instead. All I want is to kiss the fuck out of her. To slap her ass and live in her warm wet heat. Willow’s an addiction that I just can’t get enough of.

Keeping my hands to myself has been challenging. I was desperate to reach under the table to hold her hand. It took all of my willpower to hold back, and I could sense she felt the same. I hate the fact that I need to keep my distance because of our working relationship. When I get home, I’ll have to check the clauses in the contract. I don’t want to hide our relationship like we’re doing something wrong.

All of us walk into the dining hall and I excuse myself to use the men’s room. I need to check on Cadence since that’s also weighing heavy on my mind. There’ve been no emergency texts so that’s a good thing. I scroll through the house cameras and see Mom playing a game with her. Good, my girls are all set. I can’t wait to video chat with her tonight. Kate was kind enough to make arrangements with my mother last night.

I can’t help noticing that Willow’s not seated at the table when I arrive. “Where’s Willow?” My discretion is crumbling and I can feel it.

“She mentioned a headache and was going to lie down before heading back.” The monster in me rears its ugly head and wants to break free. My place is to sit and have lunch with all of them, but I just can’t.

“I feel somewhat responsible since I’m the one who asked her to come. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to check on her.” If they suspect anything, they don’t show it.

Turning on my heel, I waste no time getting to my room. Flinging open our adjoining door, I stand there awestruck. Willow’s sitting on the bed, naked.

Waiting for me.

“Spread your legs so I can dive in for a taste, love.” Leaning back on her elbows, she opens wide. Good girl. I’d love nothing more than to rip off my clothes and spend the rest of the day pleasuring this woman. Unfortunately, I have responsibilities that deter me from doing so.

I fling my tie, jacket, and shirt on the bed beside her and fall to my knees. My face is buried inside of her luscious pussy in a matter of seconds. I lap and lick at her heated center while the palm of my hand glides between her breasts. Pushing her flat against the bed. My nimble fingers pinch and pull at her taut nipples, while my mouth devours every drop of her luscious arousal. She tastes like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Oh, Caleb. Yes, right there. Don’t stop!” I have no intention on stopping anytime soon. Her hands are tangled in my hair, holding me in place. Fuck if my cock doesn’t want to replace my mouth right now.

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