Page 33 of The Publicist

“You know, we could always stay here, and I can eat you instead,” he responds quietly, his arousal evident in his pants.

“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“We won’t be missed much if we don’t show up.” He takes a step closer, dipping his head down into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent. Goosebumps cover my arm, and a shiver works its way down my body. It takes everything I have to not go along with his plan.

“I want to see Elena. I miss her. I think we should go.”

The sound of disappointment falls from his lips, and he stands to his full height. “Come on, beautiful. Don’t want to keep your friend waiting then.”

I can’t stand it; he’s too handsome and looks too sad with my rejection. I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him to me for a searing kiss, pressing my body flush with his rock hard one. He walks me backward until the backs of my knees brush the couch. When I nearly lose my balance, he grips me tighter, not allowing me to fall back.I’m like a kid with a sugar addiction; I can’t get enough of this man.I am so totally fucked. Even without the labels, I’m falling for him too quickly. If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to stop.

The idea that he finds me so irresistible that he wants me as soon as he sees me has me wet with desire, and I know it wouldn’t take me long to get off. I’m struggling to find a reason why this is a bad idea. I pull at his belt, undoing it quickly, and pull it from his belt loops. He’s in a nicely tailored suit, which doesn’t help the desire scorching within me. A man in a fitted suit is one of the sexiest things, and with him playing a mob boss, this suit is made to impress.

He pulls at my pants and panties, getting them down around my ankles in record time. His fingers are exploring my sex as I fumble to free him from his pants entirely. I huff, annoyed, and he chuckles against my lips. “Impatient, are we?”

He thrusts two fingers up into me, and I can’t help the loud moan that escapes. My fingers stop moving, but his continue their assault on my entrance. “You’re so wet, beautiful. I need to be inside you, please,” he practically begs.

My brain registers the ‘please’ and I laugh. “You beg a lot. Glad you’re doing one thing I told you.”

He pulls his fingers out and slaps my ass cheek hard before grabbing it in his hand. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you tell me to, but right now, you’re going to listen to me. I’m either going to fuck your mouth or your pussy.” Caleb taking control is so hot, and I want all of him. I want to please him. “You’re coming to my room tonight, and I’m going to fuck your brains out. Right now, though, I need you fast and hard.” He spins me around, pushes me down over the arm of the couch, and presses into me.

“Oh, fuck, Caleb,” I moan. He’s so big, and he’s snapping his hips like a madman. I reach my hand down and rub at my clit, but he pulls my hand away and traps both of them behind my back with one hand.

“No. You’re not getting off right now. I want you in my bed tonight, and I want you to wait for it.” He grips my hip tighter and works me into a frenzy. I’m so close that I’m panting. I just need a little more friction and I’ll be there.

“Please, Caleb, I need to come.” I can feel him swelling inside me as his orgasm approaches.

“No, come to me tonight and I’ll give you what you need.” He snaps his hips one more time and stills, holding himself all the way in as he comes deep inside me. He pulls out, and I want to die. He’s leaving me on the edge. I’m fuming when he returns with some wet towels so we can clean up.

“You’re seriously going to leave me hanging?” I ask, disbelief lacing my voice. I clean up quickly and pull my pants back up in place. He does the same, except he has a smile on his face instead of the scowl I have plastered on mine.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, but not here. I want you in my bed where I can take the time to explore you. You didn’t come up last night, and I want to ensure you show up tonight. I promise, if you do, you’ll come at least three times.”

“Promises, promises, Caleb.” I push past him and exit the trailer, hoping to find my way to everyone on my own. Caleb is behind me in seconds, reaching for my hand.

When I try to pull my hand free from his, he pulls back. “No.”

“Don’t tell meno, Caleb. You’re a bastard for doing that.” I look around as a few heads turn in our direction. This is not something I want to get out, so I rein my voice in. “If you want to make up for the shitty stunt you just pulled, I’m not coming to you and begging for it. You’re going to come to my room, and you’re going to do exactly as you’re told.”

He smirks. “I love how you get so riled up; however, I’m not one to take directions in the bedroom. I’ll make you come how I want and when I want. Understand?”

I have a strong urge to say “yes, Sir”like in the books, but I’m too pig-headed for that, and I won’t give him the satisfaction. “The more you argue with me, the less likely I am to let you in, and the more likely I am to use the toys I brought with me.”

His eyes light up with the mention of toys, then droop and darken with lust. “What kind of toys do you have, Princess?” His voice is husky, and he licks his lips.

Elena runs up to us and wraps her arms around me.Saved by the bell.“I’m so glad you’re here, Quinn. I’ve missed you so much! We have so much to catch up on while you’re in town.” She pulls me away from Caleb, and he releases my hand. Elena is chatting about the filming she’s been doing and about a guy she has a crush on, but I’m not listening to her. My phone chirps with a new message, and I open it. It’s from Caleb.

Caleb:Don’t worry, I’ll find them and make sure they aren’t good enough for you anymore. You’ll only crave me.

I turn my head and watch as he winks in my direction.The problem is, that is probably already the truth.

Chapter 30

I wakethe next morning wrapped around a soft body in a strange bedroom. Memories of the evening flash through my mind, and I snuggle down into her, detecting her familiar vanilla scent. She was adamant about her not going to my room, and I wanted to peek around hers to find the toys she brought with her anyway. I upheld my promise of making her come three times. Although, not to toot my own horn, I could have dragged more out of her had she let me tie her down.

“You move too much,” she whines. “It’s too early to be up.”

I roll my hips into her so she can feel me against her naked backside. “Not my fault, Princess. You bring it out in me.”