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“When’s the last time you felt an attraction like this?” I question, invading his space with a few steps forward. “When’s the last time you wanted someone as badly as you want me?”
His breathing picks up and his eyes flash under the sun. “It shouldn’t matter.”
“If it shouldn’t matter then you shouldn’t mind answering the question,” I challenge.
“Never, okay?” he replies, frustratingly spilling the words from his lips.
“Neither have I,” I swear. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to feel tortured without you, even if you never take me up on that date. I’m already hooked on you, Caleb Burke.”
He shutters, absorbing the declaration. “You’re going to leave.”
“I’ll come back,” I vow. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t snatch you up and take you with me.”
“You wouldn’t,” he whispers, but his voice… oh he sounds hopeful. Caleb doesn’t want to be here and he’d love for me to steal him away. Fuck, I’d love it too.
“If I thought you’d say yes, I’d have already offered. I’m a man that knows what he wants when he sees it, baby. Come inside with me, and come with me when I go home. Say the word and I’ll send you right back here, as hard as it would be. I want to see where this goes, and when it comes to how you make me feel, money is the most insignificant obstacle.”
The most wonderful hope pools into his expression and I hold my breath.
“I won’t be a sugar baby,” he warns.
Laughing lightly, I cup his face. “You’d be my boyfriend, Caleb. I’m not in the market for a sugar baby. I’m in the market for you.”
“This is… this is a lot,” he admits nervously. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything,” I suggest, giving him a filthy smirk. “Just come inside, we’ll both think more clearly after we’ve got our hands on each other again.”
This time, he doesn’t protest.
“Okay.”
Time to show this handsome cowboy how good for him I am.
I’m already wondering how he’d feel about going on my next business trip with me.
And if Caleb wants to go on one, he’d probably be up for going on all of them…
Too much?
No, not enough.
Chapter 8
Elias
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I ask, leading Caleb over the threshold.
“Not really thirsty,” he replies, shutting the door behind him.
“That’s good,” I say, spinning around to grab his shirt. “I’ve been dying to do this for a week and if I had to watch your lips wrap around a bottle before I put them to use, I’d be losing my mind.”
Before he can ask me to elaborate, our mouths connect. I groan at his taste, feeling the pressure of his skin meeting my beard. Caleb sure as hell knows how to kiss, and I fucking love it. I walk him back into the door for support, just in case his knees start to go wobbly.
The passion is sizzling hot as he makes me gasp, his tongue dragging along the seam of my lips.
“Since you’re not interested in a date yet,” I drawl, teasingly kissing his neck. “We could fuck for real this time—call it an appetizer for that dinner I’m going to convince you to eat with me.”
“I’m sweaty as fuck,” he grunts like I don’t already know. It’s obscenely hot how drenched he is, but I’ll agree, it’s not the best for sex. I want to taste his skin with a light sheen he earns from riding my dick, not with this layer of hard work on him.
