Page 42 of Willow

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CALEB

Striding into the bathroom,I set her on the counter and just take her all in. She’s a vision with her swollen lips and half-hooded eyes gazing up at me. There’s something so erotic about my come dripping down her heaving chest. Willow looks exhausted, and I’ve no doubt she is with last night’s concert.

Reaching into the shower, I adjust the temperature until I get it just right. Bending down, I kiss her full lips and she sighs. “I hope you’re up to this since we have a lot of time to make up for.” She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me in.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I knew you were coming.” She wraps her legs around me when I pick her up and walk into the shower. Our lips never break contact. My cock is ready for round two and it would be so easy to slip inside her, but I don’t have a condom. I need to behave until we’re finished washing. It doesn’t stop us from making out under the shower head while water sluices over our bodies. It’s such an erotic feeling that my cock twitches and she smiles.

“Ready for round two, Boss Man?” God, how I missed this. Missed her. She’s all I’ve thought about for over a month and it was pure torture. “I’m all dirty anyway. You might as well dirty me up some more.” Fuck, when she talks like that I go insane.

I trace the droplets of water off her neck with my tongue, and she moans. I don’t stop there. I lower my head and suck one of her nipples in my mouth. Tasting me on her sensitive flesh. Then I swirl my tongue around her tight bud. “Ah, I need you inside me, please.”

“I want that too, but I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clean and I have an IUD. If your clean, then fuck me right here right now in this shower.” She’s so bossy when she’s aroused. Well, her wish is my command.

With her back flush against the wall, I impale her with my hard cock in one thrust. Our eyes holding strong. She bites her bottom lip as I thrust inside of her tight heat. I pull out and thrust over and over again. I can barely see her face through the steam of the shower. But I can still hear her moans, feel her heart racing and her nails digging into my back. I swear she’s sliding up the wall with the force of my momentum, only to slide back down on my cock.

“Oh, god. I’m going to come, Calebbbbbbbbbbbb.” And she does! Throbbing and pulsating around my cock to the point where I see stars. My spine tingles, my balls tighten and I explode. Filling her up with my hot come over and over again and she milks every fucking drop until I’m dry and have nothing left to give. My legs and arms are trembling from holding up her weight so I slowly slide her down the wall until her feet are touching the porcelain. She’s bone weary so I just hold her in my arms.

Our two hearts beating as one.

“Wow. Maybe I should go away for a month more often.” Chuckling, I slap her ass and reach for the body wash.

“Don’t you dare. As wonderful as this is, I need you every day.” I show her just what she’s missing out on when I lather her body and wash her from head to toe. Lingering on all of her very intimate places. I couldn’t help notice, when I washed her round ass and tight little opening, her breathing quickened. Maybe someday my love would let me take her there. I would make her feel so good.

“Mm, you have such talented hands, Boss Man. If you keep that up, I’m going to come all over your fingers.” Oh, and she does.

GREED

“People’s lives are forever controlled by two emotions: fear andgreed.”

Robert T. Kiyosaki

26

WILLOW

I’ve beenon cloudnine since I’ve seen Caleb. He’s been so needy that we haven’t left our room since we arrived. He even went so far as to ignore my friends, but I told him if he didn’t want them beating down the door, he’d let me at least answer their texts. He relented. Good chance because I can only take his bossiness just so far. It’s okay—well, more than okay—in the bedroom but not anywhere else.

He thinks I’m taking a shower while he’s on a Skype call, but I want to wait for him. It’s so much more fun when there are two in the shower than just one. It’s too damn boring and I especially like when he pays close attention to all of my girlie parts. He has such talented hands, and it’s a real shame when I can’t take advantage of them. So, I’m going to patiently wait until he’s finished and then lure him in with all my womanly charm.

Is it wrong that I want to cram as much alone time as I can with this man since he’ll be leaving in the morning? My heart aches just thinking about him being gone and not seeing him for three more months. This is going to be one helluva long distance relationship for sure. I’ll be jumping from city to city and he’ll be sitting at his desk pushing papers. Well, I know he does so much more than that, but you get my drift.

Okay, so my patience is wearing thin. I know he’s a big shot businessman, but it’s Sunday for God’s sake. What kind of meeting is so important that he needs to work on a Sunday? Well, I’m about to find out. Since he didn’t want to disturb me, he went to his room. My guess is because he knew if he stayed here I would do my damndest to seduce the man I can’t get enough of. So, I’m going to his room to find out what the holdup is.

Throwing on a pair of yoga pants, my flip-flops, and Caleb’s t-shirt, which smells just like him, I make my way down to his room at the other end of the hall. Hey, it could have been worse, we could be on separate floors. I hadn’t given it much thought, but I’ll be screwed if his door’s locked. Holding my breath, I twist the handle and I’m elated it’s open. Yay, me.

Inching my way into the room, I smile when I hear him talking. I’ve no idea why he didn’t use the nice desk over there in the corner. Maybe he wanted to sit on the bed and get comfy. I probably would have done the same thing.

The door’s partly open, and I find that rather odd because if he’s alone why would he bother? Voices waft through the room the closer I get and a funny feeling coils in the pit of my stomach. Is someone in there with him? Should I leave? Hell no! If he’s fucking around, I want to know. With my heart in my throat, I push the door wide open with a shaky hand. The words “I love you” leave his lips before I can see into the room. My feet want to run but I won’t let them.

He’s sitting on the bed, ankles crossed and balancing his laptop on his lap. His first reaction is shock, but then he holds out his hand. I freeze when I hear a squeaky little voice, “Daddy, who’s dat?”

Daddy? He has a child? He didn’t feel the need to tell me? With every child there’s usually a mother involved, and since he mentioned he’s never been married, well, baby mamas are the worst. I feel the sting in the back of my eyes and I know I can’t look at that damned computer and see a little face looking back at me. I just can’t. I’m not strong enough.

“Willow, come here please. I’d like you to meet my daughter, Cadence.” I turn on my heel and run as fast as my feet will take me. It was all there in black and white, and for some reason I ignored all the signs. The reason he couldn’t spend the night with me. His random texts at all hours of the night. His secret phone calls when he didn’t think I was listening. I should be relieved it’s not another woman right? Not really, because there’s nothing like the love of a daughter for her father. Daddy’s little girl. And that is enough to break me into a million little pieces all over again. It’s too much!

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