It's Saturday, and I’m in the laundry room when Caleb sneaks up behind me, making me scream and jump when his hands land on my bare stomach under my crop top.
“Oh my god.” I playfully push him away. “You almost gave me a coronary!”
“Your powers of observation suck, angel. You make it too easy to sneak up on you.”
“Not that I’m complaining, but why are you home? I thought you had a meeting at Commission Central?”
“I did. Cruz has been spotted in Vegas, and the word on the ground is he’s planned a big takeover. It’s all-hands-on-deck, and I’m flying there with the other dons in an hour. I just stopped by to grab a bag. We might have to stay overnight.”
“At least it means the end is in sight.” My arms go around his neck. “I’ll miss you. Please be careful.”
“I’ll miss you too and always.”
I narrow my eyes at him because everyone knows Caleb has a reckless streak. “I mean it, Caleb. I know how badly you want to end Cruz. Promise me you won’t take any crazy risks. I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.”
“I’m not the same man, Lili. I have you to come home to now, and that means more than revenge. I promise I’ll be careful.I won’t take any stupid risks.” He offers his pinkie. “Pinkie promise.”
I curl my pinkie around his, and then we kiss. It quickly turns heated, like always, and we strip in record time. My hands are on the top of the washing machine, with my ass in the air, as Caleb drives into me from behind, and I moan in appreciation. I love making love with him. We have so much sex, and every time is better than the last. We’re having fun learning how to turn one another on and exploring different positions. I can’t believe I have gone twenty-two, almost twenty-three, years of my life without experiencing the joy of sex, but I’m definitely making up for lost time. I’m insatiable, and my man can’t get enough either.
Caleb’s fingers creep around my body to my clit, and he rubs me fast in sync with his thrusts. My inner walls grip his cock as I get close to the promised land. “Now, Lili. Come now!” Caleb commands, pinching my clit as he rams inside me, and I shatter all over his dick. Caleb covers my body from behind as he comes while my body shakes and trembles from a powerful orgasm.
“Fucking hell, Lil.” Caleb hugs me from behind. “I’m addicted to making love to you.”
“Good, ’cause I demand it multiple times a day.”
“Perfect,” he murmurs, tracing my earlobe with his tongue. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
He pulls out and cleans me up with some tissues before helping me back into my clothes. “I’ll text you when we arrive,” he says, grabbing his bag from the floor.
I walk him out to the door, peppering his handsome face with kisses while he lingers in the doorway. The twosoldation guard at the door are new, but I’m not surprised he’s taking precautions. I’m sure all the dons are. It could be a trap because you never can tell with Cruz DiPietro. The men pretend not to look as we make out like we’re never going to see one another again. We can’t ever say goodbye without overdoing it becausewe’re just that gone for one another. “You better go, or you’ll miss your flight.”
He kisses me one final time before walking to the elevator. “Oh,” he adds, turning around to look at me. “Don’t plan anything the week of your birthday. I have a surprise.”
My heart turns somersaults in my chest, and I wonder if it’s a trip to Paris. Caleb hasn’t hidden his desire to marry me sooner than later, and I can’t think of a single reason to wait. He has always been it for me, and he’s an amazing boyfriend and partner. Even better than anything I ever imagined. “I look forward to it.” The elevator doors glide open, and I blow him a kiss as he steps inside. “Love you. Be safe.”
He flashes me a signature grin before blowing me a kiss just as the door closes.
I return to my laundry, and when it’s done, I make a chicken salad for lunch. I have just opened my laptop to do some work when the doorbell chimes. I don’t bother checking the camera feed because there are bodyguards on the door today, and they wouldn’t let anyone get close if they were dangerous. Still, I check the peephole before opening the door, inwardly groaning when I see who it is.
Anais has kept a relatively low profile of late, and she hasn’t bugged Caleb or me, so I don’t know what she wants. She presses the bell again, and I sigh. She won’t back off, so ignoring her isn’t an option. Opening the door, I instantly frown at the panicked expression on her face. “Thank fuck.” She grabs my arm and yanks me out into the hallway.
“What the—” I cut myself off when I spot the slumped forms of my bodyguards on the ground. “What’s going on?” I wrench out of her arm, immediately suspicious just as an alarm goes off, shrieking a high-pitched tone and sending red flashing lights darting across the private lobby.
“We’re under attack. There’s no time to explain,” she says, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the door to the stairwell.
“Stop.” I grip her wrist and dig my heels in, not going anywhere until I call Caleb. This smells off.
“There isn’t time, Elisa!” she screams. “It’s Cruz. He’s come for me, and he’s coming for you too.”
“No.” I shake my head. “He’s in Vegas. He’s?—”
“He’s not!” she roars, tugging on my arm. “It’s a trap to get all the dons out of the city. I knew he’d come for me, and I know the way his brain works. He won’t leave you here, Elisa. He’ll take you as payback.”
“I need to call Caleb.” My cell is on the island unit in the kitchen.
“You can call him from my cell,” she says, dragging me toward the door. “We need to get out. I think this building is going down.”
The door to the stairwell opens, and a somewhat familiar guy pops his head in. “Come on! We need to get out of here stat.”
