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CHAPTER 30

CALEB

“April?”

I enter the apartment but find it empty. Strange. When I spoke to her last night, she told me she was going to be home all day, going through some of the teams proposals.

I scour the downstairs, finding the gym empty.

“Pete, can you track April?” I ask.

Pete’s voice comes through the speakers. “April is currently on the roof terrace.”

I take the stairs two at a time, opening the door to the terrace.

I’m greeted by the sound of music pumping out of the speakers I have camouflaged in the plants.

I step around the trellis and freeze.

April has cleared a space on the patio and is lost in the moment. I watch as her body twists and turns. She locks her movement before drawing herself back in and changing direction, her arms and legs in perfect synergy. Her face is a mask of concentration, her eyes closed. Sweat covers her body, her dance clothes sticking like a second skin. It’s clearshe’s been at this a while. I don’t think I have ever seen anything as beautiful. April arches her back and my body hardens. I remember how she moved with me, how she arched off the bed as I drank down her orgasm.

“Cal?” her voice breaks through my fantasy. She has turned to face me, frozen on the spot. “Pete, stop the music… I didn’t expect you home.”

She grabs a hand towel and her water bottle from one of the sunbeds she’s moved to the side, wiping her face and taking a quick drink.

“Sorry,” she says, leaning forward, trying to steady her breathing. She looks around her and grimaces. “I promise to put everything back.”

I smile, hoping she doesn’t look down and catch the semi I’m currently sporting.

“No problem,” I tell her. “It looks like a good dance space.”

She grins and my body tightens further. “It’s been great,” she tells me. “And the weather.”

She sighs and drops her head back, before closing her eyes. I watch her chest rise as she inhales deeply.

I move closer until I find myself standing in front of her.

“I want you to feel at home while you’re here,” I tell her truthfully, moving a piece of her hair that has come loose and stuck to her cheek.

Her head snaps up and her already glowing cheeks darken further, and her pupils dilate as they stare up into mine.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice sounding even more breathless than when she finished the dance. As if snapping herself out of the trance, she looks away and moves backwards. She stumbles, and I reach out, grabbing her arm and pulling her against me.

“Cal,” she whispers, our faces millimetres apart. Her tongue comes out and moistens her lips. “You’re home early,”she says, her eyes locked on mine. I could move forward, but I promised her and myself I would not force myself on her or take advantage. I don’t want her back in my bed because she feels indebted.

The thought is like a bucket of cold water on my libido. I step back putting some distance between us.

“I came home, I have a surprise for you,” I say, my voice sounding huskier than usual.

“You don’t need to give me anything else,” she tells me, inclining her head.

“This is not a gift. I need to take you somewhere. Grab a quick shower and meet me downstairs,” I say, making a quick exit before I offer to join her in the shower, lick and wash the sweat from her delectable body.

“What should I wear?” she asks, making me pause.

I’d like to say nothing, but instead I pause. “Jeans, anything.”

I don’t miss April’s frown as I turn away. “I’ll see you downstairs.”