“I wouldn’t take it personally. He’s obviously batting for the other team. That’s the only explanation why you still have your cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy giving it to me,” he purrs.
I laugh. “I’m not a virgin, goofball.”
“What?” he asks. I can hear a mixture of shock and perhaps anger in his voice.
“I’m not a virgin. Kai wasn’t even my first. You’re way off base, Candy-boy.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What?” I ask, because he sounds like he’s in pain. Did he fall?
“If you had told me that shit earlier, I would have carried you into that shitty office and bent you over that fucking desk and buried myself inside you.”
For a minute, it feels like I can’t breathe. I think my heart might even stop as I imagine him doing exactly that. The mental image is enough to spark a hunger inside of me I’ve never known. It feels like I need him more than I need anything or anyone else.
“Maybe next time you won’t be a wimp and will do it,” I respond before I can stop myself.
“I’ll be there in the morning,” he promises, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
“I won’t be. I’m heading back to Lexington after breakfast.”
“Fuck. When will you be back?”
“Back?”
“Yeah. When will you be back visiting your parents? Or better yet, when can you come to Tennessee?”
“I’m not going to Tennessee to get laid, Caleb.”
“It wouldn’t be just sex, Isolde.”
“Yes, it would, because that’d be all I’m looking for,” I counter.
“So, what are you suggesting? Do you want us to be fuckbuddies?”
“Why not? What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t want you with another man when you’re mine—when you’re with me, I mean.”
“So, are we talking exclusive fuckbuddies?” I singsong.
“I can agree to that,” Caleb answers.
“You can?”
“Definitely. Now, tell me when you will be back.”
“In two weeks,” I answer.
“You going to leave me hanging for two damn weeks?” he whines.
“Yep.”
“Fine, but I’m going to warn you now, Isolde. When I’m done with you, you aren’t going to be able to walk right for a week and you’re going to choke on my cock so much you will feel me every fucking time you try to eat.”
“Wow, with sweet romantic words like that, it’s a wonder you don’t have women lined up for hundreds of miles to be with you, Caleb.”
“I’m only interested in you. Now, why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me if I were there right now.”
