I tighten my grip on his length. A rugged moan spills out of him.
“You should be more worried than I am. After nine years of silence, you really think you’re going to get me into bed that easy?” I release his dick and give him a teasing smile. “Good luck getting that under control without my help.”
I shoulder past him and head downstairs. It’s a good place to leave things. A man like Caleb won’t get left hanging much, so keeping him on his toes should be good fun.
It might actually be fun to stay around here a while longer.
Caleb joins me down in the kitchen a suspicious five minutes later, and takes the groceries out of my hands to prepare dinner.
The sensual hand-brush wasn’t necessary, especially in front of the kids.
But this has now turned into a sudden game of who can break first.
Why the sudden change in attitude?
“I have work tonight.” Caleb looks over at me from the stove. “Six PM to six AM. Grace usually covers, but I’ll let her off the hook since you’re around.”
Let her off the hook…
Yeah. He should really get around to doing that.
I take a seat and do some mindless scrolling on my phone. After checking through all of my notifications, I come across a new message from Mr. Anonymous.
Anonymous:I’m in the mood and only have one photo to work with. How about another?
I ignore the message for now and head over to social media. It turns out the scrolling isn’t so mindless. My finger stalls when I see pictures of my burned-down house. Turns out I made the local news. Now that’s a first.
I swipe through pictures until I come across a peculiar video of James Taylor sniffing around the property. A local news reporter is updating the town on events, and in the background is none other than my insurance guy. I pinch the screen to zoom in and see him sieving literal ash through his fingertips like he’s conducting a reading.
Weird guy.
When dinner is ready, I hop down to serve the food.
I force-feed myself, trying to be a good influence for the kids, even though my appetite is just as nonexistent as my sex life.
Caleb refuses to let me do the dishes, but I insist he lets me do something around here seeing as he’s giving up his house for Sonny and me.
He heads off to get changed for work and when he comes back down…
Christ on a stick.I almost drop a plate.
Every goose bump on my skin stands on end as Caleb reenters the kitchen. In hisuniform.
This is the first time I’m seeing him in it. I don’t count the actual first time, seeing as I was choking on toxic gases and couldn’t see shit.
He wears a heavy-duty navy uniform that somehow still manages to outline each and every one of his muscles. They pop even through the layers of clothing.
I do a scan of his body and find myself looking at his hip. A black belt is tied around his waist, bringing attention to the crotch. And the bulge prominent through it.
He holds a helmet at his hip. I should be the one wearing that given the fall from grace I’m about to experience.
It’s impossible to resist this.
Caleb finishes his walk down the stairs, and I continue watching as he heads into the laundry room to lace up a pair of boots. The booming footsteps threaten to crack both the floor beneath him, and my entire world.
And the keen look in his eye would suggest that he knows exactly what he’s doing here.
People who play with fire normally get burned.
