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Let him think she was frustrated because he’d closed down polite conversation. Let him have a reason for following her.

He didn’t follow her, and she was starting to completely rethink her plan. Damn him. Why did he always make things harder for her than they needed to be?

She had an empty wineglass with her from the drink she’d had in the tub, so she went to the kitchen to put it in the sink.

Breah was Caleb’s only live-in staff, and she was good about being discreet when Caleb was home, so the large, fancy kitchen was completely empty. Kelly set the glass in the sink carefully and wondered where she should go from here.

“Did you enjoy the bath?”

Kelly whirled around, startled by the voice. Caleb had followed her after all.

“It was a bath,” she said with exaggerated coolness.

Caleb laughed softly as he approached her. “It’s not like you to hold a petty grudge.”

He really believed that.

“I’m not holding a grudge. You’re obviously not in the mood for conversation, so why should I bore you with the details of my bath.”

He gave her a knowing smirk and walked forward until she was trapped between his body and the edge of the kitchen table. “Maybe the details of your bath wouldn’t be boring. Did you do anything interesting in there?”

She tried for a heated look and thought she was probably successful. When she glanced down, she noticed that her nipples had visibly sprung to attention beneath the fabric of her flimsy robe.

“Maybe. You’ll have to use your imagination.”

“I think you want to tell me. You’re wearing those schoolgirl braids for a reason, which makes me think you might have been a little… naughty.”

She’d been right. He’d read her appearance exactly as she’d wanted him to. He was almost in the right mood for the sex she wanted to have tonight.

Last night had been completely unexpected, and she hadn’t been mentally prepared. She hadn’t had her defenses up, so both her emotions and body had spun into chaos. It had been really hard.

She couldn’t handle missionary position with him. Not again. Not after last night.

She needed sex to be wild, impersonal, maybe even kinky. It was easier that way. It didn’t feel like her.

Last night had started to feel real.

“Don’t get any crazy ideas,” she said, a teasing edge to her voice so he’d know she wasn’t serious. “I don’t do the naughty-schoolgirl routine.”

Caleb gave her a predatory smile. “I think you do.”

11

These had beenthe strangest two weeks Caleb could remember.

He sat at the computer in his home office, deciding he could get through a couple more emails before bed. More would come in overnight, so the fewer he had left this evening the better.

He was tired though, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Kelly.

Fucking her in the kitchen earlier had been hot. So hot he got tense again from the memory. She’d asked him to spank her, pretending to be the naughty schoolgirl, and then he’d fucked her from behind until she’d come three times, losing more of her inhibitions with each new release until she’d almost screamed through the final one. But something had felt off about it, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Maybe he was just too old for too much sex like that. It had been good—no question—but fucking her last night under the covers had been more satisfying. It had been different then for some reason. More real. Like he’d really been able to take hold of her for a moment, when it so often felt like she was slipping through his fingers.

It was probably why she still held his interest after two weeks, which was longer than any relationship he’d had in a decade. She was as much a mystery as a pleasure, and he’d always had a puzzle-solving mind.

It was as much a part of him as his sex drive.

His investigator had turned up almost nothing on her past relationships, except she had a long habit of one-night stands. He was no closer to finding out who this dangerous ex was than he’d been a week ago.