Caleb’s lips whispering against my back wake me. I’m still snuggled up against him, his arm draped over me. No light comes in through the cracks in the blinds; it must be the middle of the night.

His hand slides beneath my tank top and over my breast. My eyes are heavy, but his touch has me instantly aroused. My nipples tingle and I arch my back, feeling his thick erection pressing into my ass.

“Sorry, beautiful,” he whispers, then kisses the back of my neck. “I should let you sleep, but you feel so good.”

I am sleepy, but my body is coming alive. I shift my hips, rubbing against his cock. The heat building inside me is too much to deny.

Without thinking about what I’m doing, I reach behind me and wrap my hand around his hard length. “Maybe you should fuck me first.”

He groans and I feel tension ripple through his body. “Jesus, Linnea. Say that again.”

The combination of desire and half-sleep leaves me feeling uninhibited. I stroke his cock. “You should fuck me first.”

With a throaty growl, he tosses the covers aside and pushes me onto my back. His hands are rough as he yanks my panties down my legs and pulls my tank top over my head. He holds himself over me, his muscular torso flexing, and leans down to graze his teeth along my neck.

“How about I taste your pussy first,” he says, his voice low in my ear.

I gasp, but he’s already kissing his way down my tummy. He works his way past my hips, his mouth leaving a trail of heat on my skin. For a second, I’m about to say something—I’ve never done this before—but he pushes my legs open and clamps his mouth down on me.

A few strokes of his tongue and I’m clutching the sheets, unable to think. I’ve never felt anything like it. He brings me to the brink of climax so fast, it takes my breath away. I ride the peak while he does magical things with his tongue. It slides up and down, caressing my tender bundle of nerves in a steady rhythm. He gently sucks my clit, groaning into me like he’s enjoying this too.

I’m panting, my hips moving of their own accord. I whimper and moan, trying not to make too much noise. But I’m losing control. He sucks harder and runs one hand up my body to palm my breast. I almost cry out at the heady combination of his mouth on my pussy and the pressure of his hand on my sensitive nipple.

My body is totally in his control. He keeps me on the edge until I’m begging for release.

“Please, Caleb. Oh my god.”

“Come for me, beautiful.”

He releases my breast and slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit. My eyes roll back—I have the fleeting thought that maybe people can die from too much pleasure—before the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had makes me stop breathing.

Wave after wave of hot tension rolls through me. My muscles clench around his fingers, my back arches, and my mouth drops open. My entire body lights up, like sparks of electricity are racing through my veins.

The pulses subside and I’m left breathing hard, my mind blank, my body quivering.

“What did you just do to me?”

Caleb crawls on top of me and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “God, I love driving you crazy. Because you make me fucking insane, do you know that?”

“How do you want me?” I ask, my voice soft and breathy.

“How do I want what?” he growls.

I lift my head and lick my taste off his lips, earning another deep, throaty growl. “How do you want to fuck me?”

He kisses me hard, his hand tightening on the back of my neck, his tongue aggressive. I tilt my hips, trying to take him inside me, but he doesn’t thrust in.

“Come here.” He flips us around so he’s lying on his back, his cock pointing toward his gorgeous abs. I straddle his upper thighs and despite the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave me, I already want more. I want his thickness inside me, stretching me, filling me. And I want it now.

He reaches over and grabs a condom out of his nightstand. This time I take it and roll it on for him. He watches, biting his lower lip, his brow furrowed.

I shift so the apex of my thighs is at the base of his cock and lean down with my hands on either side of him. “Show me what you like.”

“Sit up,” he says. “I want to watch you ride my cock.”

I lift myself up to sitting, my legs around his hips. He grabs the base of his cock and holds it up while I place my opening at the tip. He groans as I slowly lower myself down, sheathing him inside me.

My eyes flutter closed and I lean my head back, reveling in the sweet pressure of him filling me. He grabs my hips and starts moving me back and forth. I use my legs to lift and lower, sliding up and down his cock. The ridge around the tip drags through my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every pass.

Instinct takes over and I roll my hips, grinding my clit against him each time I lower down. His fingers dig into my hips and he groans. I love it when he makes that sound.

I brush my hair behind my shoulders so it cascades down my back. The rhythm comes to me—the tilt of my hips, the pressure of my thighs. My nipples tingle in the cool air and I bring my hands up to caress myself. It feels so good to run my fingers across my hard peaks.

“Fuck, Linnea, keep doing that,” Caleb says, his voice gravelly. “You are so fucking sexy.”

I’ve never been so unrestrained, but Caleb brings out something in me. Without a shred of self-consciousness, I ride him, stroking my breasts while he watches.

He thrusts his hips up, burying his shaft deep inside me. I move faster, squeezing his cock with everything I have. Another orgasm builds, the pressure deep in my core. But I’m focused on him. On the groove between his eyebrows, the sharp lines of his jaw. The primal groans coming from the back of his throat. The sheen of sweat on his toned chest and gorgeous abs.

“Come here,” he says, his voice demanding.

I lean down and he slides his fingers through my hair and takes my mouth in a kiss. We keep moving, thrusting, grinding together. This angle hits my clit in a whole new way and I find myself getting louder, moaning into his mouth.

All at once, he flips us over so I’m beneath him again. He drives into me and I clutch his muscular back.

I call out and he clamps his hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he says, but the wicked look in his eyes and the smile on his lips tells me he likes it when I lose control.

He keeps his hand gently covering my mouth, but that’s the only part of him that’s gentle. His hips thrust harder, faster. I run my hands down his back and press against his glutes. His cock pulses and I know he’s close. The first tremors rippling through his solid length make my eyes roll back and my pussy clench around him.

“Are you ready for me to come inside you?” he asks.

I meet his gaze and nod. His dark eyes are clouded with lust and I get a thrill that it’s me who does this to him.

The pressure in my core reaches a breaking point. He plunges in again, his body stiffening, his mouth dropping open as he starts to come.

He grunts and I cover his mouth like he’s covering mine. The feel of him bursting inside me and the look of unbridled pleasure on his face sends me over the edge.

We groan into each other’s hands, our bodies moving in sync as we come together. The clench and release of my orgasm surges through me, sweeping me away. He drives his hips until we both finish, then pauses, resting his forehead against mine.

He carefully moves his hand away and I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips come to mine and he kisses me tenderly—soft, slow, lazy kisses that turn my insides to mush.

“Be right back,” he whispers.

I wait, my eyes heavy, my body languid, while he slips into the bathroom. When he comes back, I’m already half-asleep again. The warmth between my legs feels so good and my entire body thrums with pleasure.

He draws me close and pulls the covers over us. “Sorry I woke you.”

I nestle against him and let my eyes drift closed. “I’m not.”

His arms tighten around me and he kisses my neck. “Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night.”

* * *

I wake up for the day in my own bed. My alarm got me up early and I reluctantly slipped out of Caleb’s arms. I don’t know if he wants me to keep doing that so Charlotte won’t find us in bed together, but it seems like I should. Sleeping by myself isn’t nearly as nice, but I do drift off again.

Downstairs, I find Caleb and Charlotte eating breakfast together at the dining table.

He glances up from his cereal and a slow, sexy smile crosses his face. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I say and the way his eyes hold mine makes my tummy flutter. I swear he’s picturing what we did last night.

He looks so much better than he did yesterday. His eyes are bright, his smile genuine. The tired slump in his shoulders is gone. He looks rested. Happy.

“I wanted to wake you up, but Daddy told me no,” Charlotte says. “He said something kept you up last night. Did you have a bad dream?”

Caleb winks at me and I try not to smile too big.

“No, not exactly.” I smooth down my hair and go into the kitchen to make tea.

I put the kettle on and feel Caleb come up behind me. He puts his hands on my hips and leans in to kiss my neck.

“Hi, beautiful.”

I turn and he cages me in against the counter. My eyes flick over to the table where Charlotte is still eating her cereal. Her back is to us, but she could easily look over. I know Caleb talked to her the other day and told her we’re dating. But so far, he’s still been cautious about how he acts when she’s around.

“It’s okay,” he says, brushing the hair back from my face. “I think it’s all right if she catches Daddy kissing his girlfriend.”

I smile as he leans in to kiss me. Our lips meet, just briefly, and he pulls away. But he moves in again for another kiss, and then another. It’s like he keeps meaning to stop, but he can’t get enough. I giggle a little as he kisses me again, and this time his lips linger against mine.

“Daddy, ew,” Charlotte says.

He laughs. “Ew? What’s ew?”

“You look like Alex and Mia,” she says.

“You’ve seen Alex and Mia kissing?” he asks.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “All the time when they think I’m not looking.”

He laughs again and kisses my forehead. “Well, my two favorite ladies. I don’t have to be at work until tonight. What should we do?”

Charlotte’s eyes light up. “You can stay?”

“Yep,” he says. “And if we eat a little early, I can have dinner with you.”

Charlotte decides she wants to stay home, which doesn’t surprise me at all. It’s pouring down rain outside, and she often prefers to be at home anyway. She and I play a few songs on the piano while Caleb listens. He gives us both standing ovations, which makes Charlotte giggle.

Then we all snuggle up on the couch together to watch a movie. Caleb dozes off with his head in my lap while I run my fingers through his hair.

After the movie ends, Charlotte goes to play upstairs for a while. I stay with Caleb and enjoy the way he’s relaxed against me. When he wakes up, he shifts to look up at me, giving me that slow, sexy smile again. He sits up, leaning over me, and kisses me—a deep, unhurried kiss that leaves me feeling dazed.

Charlotte’s voice comes from the stairs. “Ew.”

We both laugh and he leans in close to whisper in my ear. “You’re so delicious, I can’t help it.”

Caleb orders pizza for dinner so no one has to cook. Soon after we finish eating, it’s time for him to leave for work. He cuddles Charlotte at the door, holding her and softly rubbing her back. When he puts her down, she goes back to the living room to play with her stuffed animals.

He pulls me close and kisses me. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“Everything,” he says.

After one last kiss, I watch him go.