Page 132 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

“About that? God, please don’t be. I’d like for it to happen many,manymore times.”

The promise of more is stirring even though I’m entirely spent at the moment. “No, I mean, I’m sorry about telling J.C. about the fights. About bringing him to the school. I shouldn’t have.”

Caleb presses a finger to my lips. “Yes, you should have.”

“But I promised you I wouldn’t, and—”

“And I was drunk off my ass and about to do something stupid,” he finishes. “You took care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself, and I’m not mad at you. There’s nothing to forgive.”

I stare down at him, admiring the beautiful slope of his nose and the hollows of his cheeks. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of staring at Caleb’s perfect face. “You’re kind of beautiful. Did you know that?”

“Are you trying to woo me?”

His mouth curls into a lazy smirk at the throwback to that joke from what seems like a lifetime ago.

“I might be,” I say, biting back a grin.

Caleb flips me onto my back and crawls over me. He licks his way across my stomach, giving attention to each of my breasts before he finally makes his way back to my mouth.

“Well, if that’s the case, it is absolutely working.”

I thought I was sated, but when it comes to Caleb, it seems as though my well is never entirely empty.

It’s not empty when the headboard is banging against the wall as he moans my name.

Or when he presses my palms flat to the wall and stands behind me, gripping my hips as he thrusts us both to another orgasm.

When it comes to Caleb Wilson, I can never have enough.

Epilogue Part 1

Caleb

One Month Later

“Brunch was not part of the deal.”

Haley looks devastating in a white summer dress with buttons down the front, a pair of brown leather boots, and my denim jacket tied around her waist.

Looking like that, she could convince me to go to a thousand brunches with her.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t complain about it.

She plucks my menu out of my hands and rolls her eyes. “Why do guys think brunch is a girl thing? You can order black coffee, bacon, and eggs. As masculine as it gets. What is there to complain about?”

I pick up the edge of the tablecloth and frown. “I think it’s all the lace. And the tea lights.”

“Fine. Next week we can go to that converted firehouse. J.C. told me the waitresses slide down the fire pole from time to time. I’m sure you’d love it there.”

I lean across the table and grab her chin, tipping her face to mine. “I’d much rather you slide down the fire pole.”

Haley bites back a smile. “You’d rather I slide down another pole, I’m sure.”

Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore. My desire has switched very quickly from food to a buffet of a very different kind.

“Stop giving me sex eyes at breakfast.”

Haley has a warning in her eyes, but her cheeks are flushed. She is feeling it, too.

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