“Don’t.”His voice drops even lower, and I can feel the vibration of it in my chest.“Don’t lie to me, Eve.Not when I just spent twenty minutes in Natalie’s office explaining to my brother why I’m so seemingly obsessed with the reproductive habits of sea cucumbers, and why I would send HR a slideshow of my new hobby.”
I can’t help it—a small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.“Did you really have to explain it?”
His eyes narrow dangerously.“This isn’t funny.”
“How was I to know you’d send an email to HR?”My smile broadens.
Caleb’s eyes darken.“Don’t you dare laugh.”
The laugh slips out anyway.
In a blur, he shoves me back against the concrete wall, caging me in with his arms as his thigh wedges hard between mine.The sudden contact knocks a gasp from me before I can stop it, my palms flattening uselessly against his chest.
“Look at you—squirming.Where’s all that fire now?”His voice is low, sharp, merciless.
“Don’t you dare,” I snap, though it comes out shaky, the warning undercut by the heat flooding through me.My eyes flick toward the stairwell door.“We’re in the office.Someone could?—”
“Then keep quiet.”His thigh presses harder, grinding up until a sharp, humiliating sound breaks free of my throat.His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to bare my throat.The sting makes my knees buckle, another sound spilling out before I can stop it.
“If someone walks in on us, Caleb, I’ll kill you,” I hiss, nails digging into his shoulders even as my hips betray me, rocking helplessly against the muscle of his thigh.
His lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes burning into mine.“Go on, Lopez.Kill me while you’re dripping all over me.”
“Shut up,” I snap, but it’s breathless, desperate, nothing like the fury I want it to be.
“Oh, no,” he murmurs, his thigh flexing deliberately, grinding me harder.“You don’t get to tell me to shut up.Not after you thought it would be cute to auto-attach sea cucumber porn to every email I sent today.”
A ragged laugh chokes out of me.“It wasn’t porn,” I manage, gasping as another roll of his thigh steals my air.“It was a detailed PowerPoint?—”
His grip clamps tighter on my waist, and he thrusts up hard, cutting me off with a cry that tears out of my throat.
“You’re still arguing?”His voice is a growl, hot against my ear.His thigh grinds me ruthlessly, leaving me no escape.“Still mouthing off when I’ve got you like this?”
“If you’re looking for an apology, you’re barking up the wrong tree” I moan, the friction against my clit making me see stars.“You had it coming.”
“I had it coming?You started this.”He squeezes my nipple, and I gasp.His hand yanks my hair back, forcing me to meet the burn of his eyes.
“Go ahead, Lopez,” he taunts, rutting me down harder, every thrust brutal and controlled.“Correct me.Explain your little PowerPoint while you come apart on my thigh.”
A broken sound catches in my throat, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood.I will not moan for him.But Caleb is relentless.His thigh thrusts up again, again, steady and punishing.Each grind hits deeper, sharper, until my body starts moving with his, chasing the friction no matter how much I curse myself for it.Every thrust rips me further open, the rough fabric dragging over me in just the right way, pressure building higher, hotter.
“Pirates as entrepreneurs?”His voice is smug filth against my skin, punctuated by another hard thrust.“Creative.But the fish taco recipe?”He drives his thigh up and holds me there, grinding mercilessly until my breath stutters into a sob.“Inspired.”
A helpless whimper tears free, humiliatingly loud in the echoing stairwell.
“There it is,” Caleb whispers, triumph curling around every word.“That’s what I wanted.Moan for me, Eve.”
“I—” My protest splinters into another ragged cry when his grip on my waist tightens, rocking me in a punishing rhythm.My body is on fire, nerves fraying, every drag of friction pulling me closer to the brink.Why is he so good at unraveling me like this?
“Don’t hold back,” he taunts, his teeth scraping the sensitive spot beneath my ear.“You didn’t hold back when you sabotaged my email.Don’t start now.”
“Caleb,” I choke out, part warning, part plea, my head tipping back against the wall as my control shatters.
“That’s it,” he growls, rutting me down against his thigh harder, faster, each thrust crueler than the last.“Come on, Lopez.Fall apart for me.I want you ruined.”
The orgasm slams into me, brutal and consuming.My head knocks back against the wall as a loud, wanton moan rips from my throat.My nails claw into his shirt as I shake apart, gasping, broken, riding every merciless grind until the last shudder leaves me boneless in his grip.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his smirk pure sin.“Wrecked.And all because I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
