Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
A sparkle lit her eyes, and she smiled at my teasing comment. “That’s okay with me, because I hate pomegranates.”
I chuckled. “I’ll add that to your list of things you won’t eat.”
She bit her bottom lip, looking adorably sexy. “And, Caleb, you don’t need chocolate to seduce me. You already have.”
CHAPTER THREE
Stevie
My entire body buzzed as Caleb and I separated to say our goodbyes to everyone so it wasn’t blatantly obvious that we were leaving together. Raven might be my best friend, but I decided there was no need for her to know that I was hooking up with her brother, considering I was pretty sure this was just a one-night thing. If it turned into something more, well, then I’d have that conversation with her.
But for now, sneaking off with Caleb felt so sexy and illicit, and I had to admit I liked the feeling of being whisked away by the one man who’d starred in my fantasies the past year. I couldn’t wait to see how the evening played out, but I was already filled with the anticipation of finally scratching this itch between us.
As we’d agreed, I met Caleb in the lobby of the hotel after we both bid our farewells. I’d given him his jacket back once we’d made the decision to leave the party individually, but he hadn’t put it back on. It was still draped over his arm, and as soon as I reached him he put it back around my shoulders to keep me warm.
There was something about the sweet, almost romantic gesture that gave me all the feels, even as I cautioned myself to not let foolish notions play out in my head. This wasn’t a relationship. Hell, this wasn’t even a date. It was just pleasure for the sake of pleasure, two consenting adults enjoying an intense sexual attraction for a night, and I told myself I was okay with that.
A luxury SUV was waiting at the curb as we walked outside—not an Uber but what appeared to be Caleb’s own private car with a driver named Dylan. Once we were settled in the back seat and Caleb directed the driver to his place, The Cortland in West Chelsea, I withdrew my phone from my purse and typed out a text to Valerie.
Okay, you win. I’m spending a little extra time with Caleb tonight, if you know what I mean. I added a grinning emoji and sent off the message.
You lucky girl! Enjoy the night, Caleb, and hopefully multiple orgasms. She followed that up with five fireworks emojis.
I groaned and shook my head to myself.
“Everything okay?” Caleb asked.
He’d insisted I sit beside him in the back seat, and I turned my head to look up at his handsome face, backlit by the city lights outside the tinted windows. “Just letting my sister know I won’t be home for a few more hours.”
He flashed a wicked grin that made my panties immediately damp. “A few more hours?” he murmured as he placed a hand right above my bare knee, his fingers hot on my cool skin as they curved possessively around my lower thigh. “Tell her you won’t be home until mid-morning.”
The fact that he wanted me to spend the night at his place surprised me. “Are you sure about that?”
“Absolutely.” His hand stroked a little higher, stopping at the hem of my dress and making me all too aware of his touch…and wishing it would traverse all the way up my thigh. “I plan to make the most of our night together, and our morning, which includes breakfast.” He winked at me.
It was an offer I found impossible to resist, not to mention this charming side to Caleb’s personality. I shot off a quick text to let Valerie know this newest change of plans, then put my phone in my purse so I didn’t have to see her reply to that. Then, I glanced out the window, taking in the scenery as we made our way to the west side of Manhattan.
“This area is…well, very nice,” I said, making conversation. “I’ve never really ventured to this part of the city.” For a reason. Because everything, from housing to restaurants to shopping, were out of my budget and a girl like me didn’t belong here. Hell, just breathing the air in this neighborhood probably cost a premium.
“How long have you lived in New York?” he asked, his tone curious as we slowly made our way through Saturday evening traffic.
I shifted my gaze back to his. “Almost three years now.”
He considered that for a moment. “Where did you move from?”
Again, his tone was casual and inquisitive. I would have chalked up his questions to small talk to fill the time until we reached his place, but he looked genuinely interested in my answers, which made it easy to share that part of myself with him. “A very small town in Connecticut, where I grew up.”