Page 5 of Pucked and Pregnant

“Ican’t believe you put ‘Bye Traitor, Hope you Fail’ on my goodbye cake,” I say, shoving Caleb onto his couch.

“It’s the same as saying break a leg in the theater.” His breath hitches in his throat when I straddle him. “It’s a joke. You know we’re all rooting for you.”

“Just like I was ‘joking’ when I told you that I would make you pay for it later. And how did you respond to that?”

He squirms. “I said you could sleep at my place.”

I tug on his hair and make him look at me. “Liar.”

“I did say that,” he protests.

I lean close so our lips are just inches apart. He tries to press forward to kiss me, but I pin his shoulders against the couch cushions.

“You didn’t say that at work because I would have killed you.” I press open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. “So how about you tell me what you really said?”

“I, uh, don’t remember.”

I roll my hips hard against his. His responding moan makes my own core ache with need.

I am going to miss this when I go to Boston.

“You sure you want to go with that?” I ask, pressing my hands harder against his shoulders.

“Yes,” he gasps.

“Too bad. If you would’ve just told me, I wouldn't have to punish you.”

I try to stand, but as soon as my hands leave his shoulders, he grabs me by the waist and rolls us so he’s on top of me. I sink deeper into the couch as his hands roam over every inch of my body.

“Suppose I make it up to you instead, mistress?”

His hand slips under my shirt. I arch into his touch as he caresses me over my bra.

“Lace, huh?” Caleb raises an eyebrow. “Did you have that on all day at work?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m thinking I want to make you come.”

“Beg me.”

He presses a trail of kisses just above the waistband of my dress pants.

“Please, mistress, let me taste you. Let me please you with my tongue, with my fingers. I need to hear your sounds of pleasure, need to feel you come one last time before you leave for Boston.”

I thread my hands in his hair. “Just once?”

“As many times as you want.”

“Don’t keep me waiting, then.”

His hands make quick work of the dress pants, and in a matter of seconds, they’re tossed across the room.

He traces the swirls of lace covering me first with his fingertips, then with his mouth. My legs are shaking by the time he tosses my panties across the room.

I’m so sensitive from his teasing, that just the brush of his tongue against me makes me squirm. He takes his time, findingevery spot that makes me see stars and when I come, I sigh and melt into a puddle of bliss.

Caleb presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh.

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