Page 78 of Free to Dream
Standing up, I let the heat of his kiss flow through me and decide to make my man’s night while trying not to look like a complete ass.
I push him back in my chair as I pull my sweatshirt over my head. The wheels allow the chair to move him about six inches back. I sway my hips back and forth as I slip my sweatshirt off slowly, letting it fall to the floor carelessly.
I’m caught in the stratosphere of the sexy song that’s come on next and feeling like a complete idiot when I notice Caleb’s face. My desk is about to be decimated unless I do something. Shucking my bralette, I saunter over to him. I’m still trying to figure out the logistics of chair sex when he quickly spins me around to sit on him, my back to his front.
His cock nudges against my dripping folds. With one swift push while rocking my chair forward, he’s fully lodged.
“Ahhhhh,” I moan, reaching back to stabilize myself against the sides of his legs. My chair rocks backward, creaking beneath our combined weight.
In the space between the reality of where my body and where my mind has gone, I hear our panting.
This is not sweet, tender lovemaking. My man is taking me.
And it feels amazing.
My head is tipped back over his shoulder, and because my legs are closed, the penetration is deep. So deep. At this angle, Caleb’s girth is stretching me while the curve of his cock is nailing my G-spot, putting continuous pressure on it. When he bottoms out, he grunts. After a moment of letting us both adjust, Caleb uses the rocking motion of my chair to quickly get us moving.
He rocks the chair back and my inner walls try to clasp him as he partially retreats. He sits more forward, and I clamp down on him tighter. On one rotation, he slides his hands from my hips to my inner thighs, and quickly spreads my legs by pulling them on either side of his thighs. I have to lean forward to grab a hold of his knees for purchase.
I’m quite literally riding him in my desk chair.
I’m never getting rid of this chair.
Just as I have that thought, one hand slides up from my legs to my breast and tweaks my nipple, while the other slides over to my clit to do the same.
I’m panting, “Caleb!” as the final squeeze he gives my clit pushes me over the edge and into oblivion. My hands clench against his knees and my head tosses back, raising my breasts into his waiting hands.
Caleb is maybe a half a heartbeat behind me. Holding onto both of my breasts, he thrusts, once, twice, three times before grinding his hips tightly to mine and screwing in. I can feel his release jettison in short bursts.
He collapses his head against my spine.
I feel like I was just run over by a herd of stampeding horses and snicker to myself.
Caleb’s hand slides from my breast to rest over my heart. “What’s so funny, my love?”
And just like that, the atmosphere in the room changes. I sit up, still connected to him. “What did you say?” He sits up slightly as well.
“I just asked what was so funny,” Caleb says mildly.
“Not that,” I whisper. I’m desperately trying to reach for my phone, slapping my desk repeatedly. If he said what I think I just heard, I sure as shit don’t want it to be remembered to country music, dammit. I manage to find the next song on the playlist, Sarah McLaughlin’s “Train Wreck.” Really freaking appropriate. “What did you call me?” I ask quietly.
“Oh, that.” In my mind’s eye, I can picture him preparing to tell me it’s a term of endearment, like baby. I’m bracing myself when I hear it.
“I called you my love, Cassidy.” I feel his hard chest directly against my back. “You are, you know. I love you so damned much. It keeps growing every day.” He kisses the center of my tattoo.
The first tear slides out of my eye, landing somewhere on my collarbone, right over my funky-shaped birthmark.
Oh my God. He loves me.
Caleb Lockwood loves me.
How on Earth is this possible?
I raise my hands to my face and quietly sob while he begins stroking my back and my shoulders, dropping kisses here and there, trying to calm me down. “Cassidy, would it be possible for me to see your face?” he asks quietly.
I don’t want to lose my connection to him, so I contort myself to the side and he leans forward. His arm comes up to cup my face. He runs his thumb under my eyes to capture the tears trickling down. “I love you, Cassidy Freeman. I think I started falling the first time I was in this office. I know I’m going to be in love with you forever.” He brushes his lips across mine, like a vow.
I reach to touch his face, storing this moment into my memory bank as one I want to remember for eternity. “I never expected to fall in love with you, Caleb, and I never thought there was someone out there waiting for me. I never knew he would come walking through my door and would never leave my mind. I never expected he would find my heart because I wasn’t sure there was one to give.” I lean forward to kiss him. “It’s yours now. Please be careful with it.”
