Page 43 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

I stifled a moan and controlled myself.

“Fuck.” He hung his head, his breath hitching. He urged me to move inside of him. I smeared his cum from his dick and brought it to my lips for another taste before I got a condom and entered him, easily penetrating his loose ass while he panted.

Caleb hugged me with his thighs. “Come for me.”

“Not…yet.” I rocked into him harder.

“Come!” he repeated sharply. “Please,” he added in a begging tone.

I pumped into him. My dick thickened, and with one more rock of my hips, I fell apart in his arms. Fucking stars, I swear, they exploded behind my eyes at the moment I orgasmed. Convulsing with pleasure, I was only half-aware of Caleb grasping his dick and pumping with me for a final climax. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouth wide open. I shot a final load with a deep groan.

I filled the condom, grunting. Caleb trembled, a few more creamy shots of cum covering his cock and stomach.

Then we were both beyond done. I slumped down onto him, our heavy breathing the only remaining sound.

“That time was a lot longer. Like marathon-level long,” I said finally, rolling to my side. I stroked my hand over Caleb’s nipples, down his stomach, and rested a possessive hand on his thigh.

Caleb snickered. “Proud, are you?”

I gave a cocky grin. “Damn right.”

Caleb laughed.

He had a beautiful laugh.

I toyed with his fingers before kissing the center of his palm.

I wanted him. Not just for this moment, either.

But we had a ton of things to figure out. Like I was still his boss, and this was all new to us, and then there was Erin to think about, and?—

I wanted him.

I just did.

He turned his face and rubbed at my shoulder. Holding him—it felt so right. Like Caleb was meant to fit right near my heart. Guilt hit me as hard with the thought.

Go away.I closed my eyes for a minute. I wanted to be happy—I was happy. I didn’t need…this.The picture of Dan was right there, watching. Reminding me. I didn’t deserve this happiness.

And Caleb? Hewashappiness.

To have more days like this with him would be humbling and amazing and beyond…everything. I had loved Dan, but this would be…

Fuck.

I shifted slightly before I pulled away, sitting up.

“Sean?” Caleb sat up, too. “What is it?”

I stared straight ahead at the bedroom wall. The pictures.

“Sean?”

“The thing is, Dan might not have a shrine, but his memory has haunted me. It’s why I haven’t—until you.”

Caleb touched my arm. “I understand. His death was such a shock.”

“We always talked about the dangers of my job, never him going first. And that night of our car accident—my job led to his death.”

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