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Caleb

“ I ’m going to be done by the end of next week,” Theo says when I walk into the house a week later. “We are finishing up the bedrooms upstairs and it’ll be all done.”

“It turned out so good,” I praise, looking around at the living room with all the built-in cabinets she wanted made.

“She got a bunch of stuff delivered today and she’s getting more stuff delivered tomorrow,” he whispers to me, “so have fun with that.” He doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he whistles picking up some of the tools.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask him before he walks to the door.

“Going home,” he answers, “show my face, try to see if your father has work for me.”

“We just got seven new clients this week,” I remind him, “and you have to admit you’re starting to like it here.”

“I will admit no such thing.” He opens the door. “I haven’t gotten laid once since I’ve been in town.”

“What about last weekend?” I remind him.

“That is very different. She was from out of town and house-sitting the house next to mine.” He puts away his stuff in his toolbox before unclipping his tool belt.

“I mean a win is a win, isn’t it?” I watch him look back at me.

“You can hit up the bar on Thursdays instead of Friday and Saturday. There are a lot of business people that now come through the town and head to the distillery.”

“Unlike you”—he walks over to pick up the nail gun, undoing the hose before he puts it down and starts to roll up the hose—“I like to take my time when I have sex. Not be like a school kid on a weeknight.”

“You need to decide if you are staying for good,” I tell him and he looks down at his boots, not answering me before walking to the side.

“I’m leaving, Sierra!” he shouts toward her office.

“Have a nice weekend!” she shouts back as he salutes me with his hand and then I walk from the front door to her office, which she moved into a couple of days ago. Took Theo, me, and two other guys an hour to bring down all her stuff, including the whiteboard.

I walk toward her new office space, leaning against the doorjamb as I take in what she’s done in the last two days.

I see her standing and looking at the whiteboard.

I look over at the bay window, which now has two beige chairs, side by side, with a round glass table between them with a vase with green flowers.

A matching footstool is in front of one of the chairs with a plush gray cover.

“This is new.” I point at the sitting area and she looks over her desktop at me.

“It is.” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, making me want to take her in my arms and hug her.

“Isn’t it pretty?” I nod at her and walk in, going toward the chairs.

“If you sit in those chairs in those dusty-ass pants”—she doesn’t even turn around to threaten me—“you will lose all access to coming into this room from this day forward.”

I detour from the chairs and toward her, standing beside her as I look at the board. “What is that?” I point at the part of the board that has red writing on it.

“Those,” she says of the writing, “are some of the names I got on some of the message boards I searched up.” She folds her arms over her chest. “That was a good idea you had there.”

“I’ve been known to have a couple of good ideas.” I smirk at her.

“Sleeping naked isn’t that great of an idea,” she mumbles. “Two of these doctors have lost their licenses because they were billing for procedures that never happened.”

“Any word from the nurse yet?” I ask her and she shakes her head. “It’s almost been a week, so why don’t you try to call her again?”

“I didn’t want to be pushy,” she states, walking over to her desk and sitting down in the white chair, “but it’s been long enough, right?”

“I think so,” I tell her as she presses things on her phone and the sound of ringing fills her office.

“We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” She gasps and disconnects the phone.

“That is no coincidence.” She slaps her hand on her desk. “That was done on fucking purpose.” The burn in my stomach starts when she shakes her head, looking down, then back up at me, and I see the big tears in her eyes.

“Baby,” I say softly and she just keeps shaking her head.

“No, they aren’t going to win.” I don’t cut her off, knowing she needs to vent right now. “I’m not backing down.”

“Okay.” That’s the only thing I can say before going to her and holding my hand out to her. “Come on.”

She puts her hand in mine as I pull her up to her feet. “Where are we going?”

“First things first,” I say, bending to kiss her lips, “we should always kiss hello.” Her mouth goes into a smile as she puts her hands on my chest, and I wrap one arm around her waist. “Second, let’s go take a bath.”

“Oh, that sounds really, really good,” she admits to me.

“Why don’t you go get a bottle of wine”—I kiss her jaw—“and I’ll get the bath started for you.”

“Meet you in the bathroom,” she replies, dislodging herself from my arms.

“It’s a date.” I follow her out of the office and go up the steps, two at a time, until I walk into the bathroom. I take a look around to see what I’m working with. “Don’t come in the bathroom yet.” I go searching for things to make it romantic, and all I come up with are five candles.

I shake my head and start the bath before filling it with her favorite bubble bath, and then I go to light the candles when I see they aren’t even real, so I switch them on. “Can I come in now?”

“Might as well,” I huff out as the door opens and she steps in carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. “You have the best taste in the world,” I tell her as she looks around, “but not a romantic bone in your body.”

“I’m romantic,” she gasps. “Tomorrow night I’m going to romance the shit out of you.” She walks over to the side and pours two glasses of wine. “Prepare to be romanticized.”

“That’s not a word.” I shake my head.

“I think it is.” She turns and peels her sweater over her head, leaving her in the dark burgundy lace bra I saw her put on this morning.

She undoes the button on her jeans, and I know she’s wearing the matching panties.

“Are you going to stand there all night gawking at me, or are you going to get naked and show me your package?”

“My package?” I bend to untie my boots before kicking them off and then tear off my T-shirt, tossing it into the basket in the corner. “What do you like about my package?”

She walks to me, holding both glasses of wine as she places them on the little table she has on the side of the bathtub where she has two rolled white towels.

“I like the shape of it,” she says as I take my pants off, making my “package” spring free.

She walks to me, standing in front of me naked.

My hands are not able to stay by my sides and instead I grab her hips, her hands going to my cock.

“I like that it’s the perfect size, even though sometimes it’s hard to walk the next day.

” I smirk before I bend and take one of her nipples into my mouth.

“I love that you are always, and I mean always, in the mood.” She moves her hand up and down.

“You act like you don’t want it as much as I want it.” I move to her other nipple.

“You want it more than I want it.” Her voice trails off after I bite down on the nipple and then suck it into my mouth.

“Get in the tub, baby,” I urge her as she steps away from me and lifts one foot into the tub and then the other.

She moves over to the water, shutting it off before falling to her knees and then putting her back to the end of the tub.

I walk over to her, standing behind her head, leaning down, and kissing her lips.

My hand moves into the warm water running down the middle of her chest and to her pussy.

Her legs automatically open for me as I slide my middle finger through and into her.

Her tongue moves faster when I add another finger.

I move my fingers out of her and to her clit where I make small circles.

“You’ve got a greedy pussy.” My lips hover over hers as I slide two fingers into her.

Her tongue slides back into my mouth. “Every single time,” I say as her hips start to move up and down to meet my fingers.

“I am going to—” she starts to say but my mouth swallows her words. I know her body better than I know my own. I know what she wants when she wants it. What she needs when she needs it, and even how she needs it. I pick up the pace, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as I finger-fuck her.

Her hand moves over mine to her clit as she rubs it side to side. “There we go,” I tell her as she moans out her release. “Strangling my fingers,” I hiss out, not stopping to fuck her until she’s done, “going to strangle my cock soon.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, turning, and the water goes everywhere.

My fingers slip out of her, and when I go to stand, she’s on her knees, one of her hands going to my cock to grip it and pulling it to her, while the other hand is on my hip.

I watch her mouth swallow my cock, and I can’t help but close my eyes as I take in the heat from her mouth.

She moves her mouth to the tip of my cock before taking more of it inside her.

She moans as if she’s won her reward and not the other way around. “This is the cock I want.”

“Oh yeah.” I watch her lick the base of my cock all the way to the tip.

“I always get what I want,” she declares as she twirls her tongue around the tip, “and right now”—she looks up at me—“I want your cum dripping down my chin.” She takes me to the back of her throat. “So fuck my face.”

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss as my hands come up to hold her head, “got to give my baby what she wants. Open that throat, baby,” I urge as I push more of it to the back of her mouth, “and take me as far as you can go.” I move my hips back and then thrust up.

“I’m not going to stop,” I tell her, pushing even more into her mouth.

“Not even if you are gagging and choking on my cock. You are going to swallow it.” Her moans vibrate right through me as I fuck her face.

I want it to last, but with her mouth on me and the way her hand is working my shaft, the way her eyes look up at me, it’s not as long as I want it.

“Get that chin ready,” I order her as she lets go of my cock but keeps her mouth open for me to shoot my cum into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I hiss, working with her hand on my shaft, as I aim for her face.

She swallows what goes in her mouth until I’m done, and then she takes her hand and rubs the cum dripping on her chin, adding it to her mouth.

“It’s a shame to waste it,” she states, winking at me.

I don’t know if she’s the one who jumps out of the tub or I grab her and pull her up, but the way I want to fuck her I’m not doing it in the tub.

I take her over to the vanity, bending her over and rubbing my cock through her slit that is wet from when I made her come.

She lifts one of her legs to give me better access to her.

I slide into her, and she arches her back.

“That feels good,” she moans, “always so fucking good.”

“Always so fucking good,” I repeat as we fuck in her bathroom. I fuck her as hard as I can, and she takes it. She takes it all every single time. “Every fucking time.”