“What time do you need to leave?” he asks, snapping me out of the lusty daze I’m in.
I look at my phone. “Shit. I need to leave soon.” I bite on my lip, wishing I could stay and explore his naked dick, but I’ve got a tutorial to get to.
“Take a shower, and I’ll make you something to eat,” he says, lifting me off the bed and setting my feet on the ground.
“What about you?” I eyeball his erection. “Does it hurt?”
He chuckles as he adjusts himself before climbing out of the bed. “I’m okay. It’ll go down.” He chuckles again as he watches me in amusement. “But not if you keep looking at it like that.”
“Sorry.” My cheeks inflame.
“Don’t apologize. You’re perfect, Lili.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “So fucking perfect you have no idea.” He swats my ass. “Now go and shower. You’re not being tardy on my account.”
The next few weeks fly by in a flurry of activity. I’m in the throes of exams but managing to keep my stress levels down, thanks to Caleb. His study care package helped a lot, and he surprises me with impromptu lunches and takeout dinners. He even helps me run through my study notes, and he stays over some nights. It’s still strictly PG, and I still ogle his morning wood like it’s my favorite popsicle. I’m pretty sure he drives me to school with the biggest blue balls.
“Will you be home later?” Beatrice asks on Saturday evening when I call time on studying. I have two exams left next week, and then I’m home free. I’m as prepared as I can be, so when Caleb offered to cook dinner, I jumped at the chance.
“Not tonight, no. I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.”
“Enjoy.” Her smile seems insincere, but I accept it at face value. Beatrice is a bit of a strange one. She can be friendly and helpful, and then it’s like a switch flips, and she’s a little catty and jealous. I’ve seen how she looks at Caleb sometimes, and I don’t like it, but I’m not going to say anything because our lease is up in a month, and we won’t be roommates for much longer. No point creating tension when I most likely won’t see her after we move out.
I’m still wondering what her deal is when I slip out of the building, heading toward the road. Caleb sent a driver to pick me up because he doesn’t like me walking the city streets alone. Especially not after pictures of us have appeared online and people are gossiping over the nature of our relationship.
I grasp my bag tighter as I walk toward the car in the near distance. All the tiny hairs on the back of my neck lift, and I glance around as prickles of apprehension wash over me. I pick up my pace, hurrying toward the car as the sensation of eyes on my back follows me all the way. It’s not the first time. Recently, I’ve had the feeling someone is watching me, but there is never anyone there.
“Good evening, Miss Salerno,” the driver says when I all but fling myself into the back of the car.
“Hi. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Roberto.”
“It’s my pleasure, ma’am.”
I scout the area outside as we drive off, looking over my shoulder and back at my apartment building, but there is no boogie man watching me from the shadows. Putting it down to my overactive imagination, I settle in with my Kindle as wemake our way through the usual busy traffic toward Caleb’s penthouse.
Caleb is waiting for me at the door when I exit the elevator at the top level. “Hello, beautiful,” he says, instantly pulling me into his arms and slamming his lips down on mine. I melt into his arms and his kiss, soaking up his scent and the feel of his body against mine. “Come,” he says when we finally surface for air. He grabs my bag. “I made a prawn curry with fried rice, and it’s just now ready.”
“Sounds yummy, and I’m starving. Studying always make me ravenous,” I admit as he leads me into his place. I’ve only been here one other time, and it was a complete mess, but today it’s like a different apartment. “I see the cleaners were here,” I tease.
He pins me with a look. “You’ll pay for that sass.” He sets my bag on the ground and gently squeezes my ass. Based on how often he fondles my butt, I’m going to hazard a guess he’s an ass man. Given my rather modest chest, that can only be a good thing. “I’ll have you know the cleaners have not been here since Wednesday. This is all me.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Good,” he says. “I cleaned up my act for you.”
I burst out laughing, faltering when I see his serious expression. “For real?”
“Yes. I’m trying to be a better man for you. Plus, Joshua has been busting my balls for years over the state of the place.”
“I’m flattered, Caleb, but you don’t need to change for me. I love you just the way you are.”
“Perfect,” he mutters before swooping in to steal another kiss. “You’re just so fucking perfect.”
“Now you’re the one feedingmyego.”
“It’s all true. Take a seat.” He pulls out a chair at the dining table propped against the floor-to-ceiling window.
“You look pretty, by the way,” he says, leaning down to kiss my cheek after I’m situated.
I’m only wearing a casual dress and tennis shoes, but I took some time to fix my hair the way he likes it and I’m wearing a little makeup. “Thank you.” I beam up at him, and he winks as he moves over to the kitchen to plate our food.
