Flawless Prize

“That’s it, baby. Clench that cunt for me.”

He’s found the right place, because the pleasure is almost too much to take, I’m getting even hotter and closer to that edge than I dreamed possible. I hook my legs around his hips and he buries himself impossibly deep inside me. I’m frantic as I find myself building to the edge of that peak.

“Please,” I beg. “I’m close. I need to come!”

Caleb looks down at me, passion burning in his eyes. “Then come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”

My entire body ripples with such intensity I let out an animal scream. I come. So hard. So hard that I keep screaming and sobbing his name, over and over again, even as I start to come down. He rips me apart.

He must’ve been holding out on me because the second I find myself coming down, he plunges deep into me, holding me there, and I feel him pulsating inside me. He lets out a long, muffled groan into my hair, then whispers my name over and over again.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmurs, gazing intently into my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper to him, softly stroking his hair as I kiss his temple. “We’re here. Where we belong, and that’s never going to change.”

* * *

Later that night,I wake in Caleb’s bed, still feeling like I’m right where I belong, watching the moonlight dance across the ceiling as my body hums with a sweet ache from his touch.

This is perfect.

We didn’t just make love. Caleb practically worshipped me, showing me the intensity of his passion with every kiss, every touch.

Every hard, deep thrust.

And I already want him again.

I roll over to cuddle close to his warm body, but find nothing but pillows.

His side of the bed is empty.

He’s gone.

I sit up in bed and listen for the sound of the shower running. Or something sizzling on the stove. A sexy midnight snack, maybe. Or he’s off fetching some new, exciting toys.

But the penthouse is so quiet that all I hear is the nighttime sounds of the city, far below.

Where is he?

I crawl out of bed, and slip into one of his luxurious robes. “Caleb?” I call, wandering through the empty apartment. “Are you here?”

There’s no reply. I shiver. And that’s when I see a note resting on the kitchen counter.

I pad over to it and read: One more thing to take care of. Be back soon – C

I stare at it, my mind racing. One more thing? What could he mean?

Olivia is finally in custody. And yes, the takeover is still hanging over him, but surely when word gets out about what happened, the board will come over to his side. There’s nothing threatening us anymore. Everything’s perfect now.

Except—

Nero.

My heart pounds at the thought. It’s not over with him. The blackmail, the demands for money… And now that he’s been arrested? Nero will be looking for revenge.

Which means Caleb is in danger.

And he’s running straight into the fire.