Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
My eyes round, and I nudge her out of the way. I grip the handle and pull gently, then with more force. I pull again, using all of my energy. “Oh, fuck.”
“What do you mean, oh, fuck?” she asks in a high-pitched tone.
“I mean, oh, fuck, I think we’re locked in."
Chapter 2
Lexi
The realization that I’m stuck here, in this space with him, makes me feel like I’m drowning in an ocean with no hope of salvation. Caleb Hunt is the only man I’ve ever wanted and the only man I can never have. The idea of being stuck with him seems like the most unimaginable torture.
“This is not happening,” I mumble as I jiggle the door handle, praying it will miraculously open. “Dammit.” The word tumbles from my mouth.
I am not in the mood to have my hopes slashed and my heart broken again. Nothing about this situation will end well.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Caleb steps closer until he’s right in front of my face. Suffocation grips me as the heat of his body invades my space in waves. He leans forward, forcing me to step back and hit the wood panel behind me. I lick my lips as I think of wrapping my mouth around that beautiful, hard cock now sheathed safely in his pants.
“Watch your mouth, little girl,” Caleb mutters.
His voice is authoritative and his breath tickles my skin, making goose bumps rise. There’s no way I can let this man get under my skin again. For five years, all I’ve thought about were his hands on me, the fiery caress of his touch, and how his lips melded to mine in a perfect fit.
When we kissed, color burst into my monochrome life. I felt more alive in those moments than at any other time. I’ve tried everything to forget Caleb in the years since. I buried myself in my studies and friends, but the one thing I couldn’t do was go on a date with a safe college guy. All I ever wanted was Caleb. I knew it was wrong, but I ached to be in his arms again. So maybe I’d started acting like a brat to create a reprieve in the fog that thickened the air between us when he was around.
“What’s the matter, Lexi? You okay? Sit down.” Caleb pulls a chair from the corner of the room, picks me up, and sits me on it. He walks over to the bar, looking for something. “Why isn’t there any fucking water in this damn cellar?”
“Check the fridge. It’s built into the bar.”
Caleb walks back to me with a bottle of Evian. He cracks open the cap and passes it over. “Drink,” he demands.
His fingers brush mine as I take the bottle, causing chills to rise along my skin. Being around Caleb is like simultaneously being in a freezing tundra and a blazing volcano. Some moments are an inferno of heat, and others are bone-chilling winds.
I want to be with Caleb with every cell in my body. But that comes with complications he’s not willing to deal with. I want him, but it would blow up my life in so many ways.
He’s forty-six. I’m twenty-three.
But age isn’t even the issue. The real issue is that his older brother is married to my mother.
Caleb’s gaze searches every corner of the room. He’s probably looking from some sort of escape hatch so he can get away from me as quickly as possible.
“Do you have your phone?” he asks, nervously digging in his pockets.
“Where the fuck do you think I would put a phone?” I ask, gesturing to my clothing.
Caleb narrows his eyes at my flimsy attire. I have to admit, the main reason for my barely there outfit was the chance I’d run into him. I wanted him to see what he was missing, for him to long for me the way I’d longed for him these past five years.
“I told you to watch your mouth.” His voice is laced with venom as he stalks toward me with methodical, calculated steps.
“What are you going to do? Spank me?”
Before the words are completely out of my mouth, Caleb has me over his knee. His hand connects with my ass, causing a sharp sting. He doesn’t remove his hand right away, cupping my ass cheek and rubbing gently before he strikes again.
“Ouch!” I shriek, but if I’m honest, the sting feels good, and his touch feels even better.
At the sound of my shout, his hand lingers a little longer. “What the fuck am I doing?” he whispers, lifting me off his lap to stand. “This is what you’ve reduced me to. So desperate for your touch that I would spank you in my brother’s cellar like a damn pervert.” He paces the room in rushed, chaotic steps, his hands in his hair and his head tilted down. “The craziest part? I fucking liked it. I liked having you over my knee. I got hard from the heat of your pussy against my thigh and the touch of your ass under my hand. I want to do it again. I want to spank you so hard, and then finger fuck you until you can’t think straight, Lexi. I want to get under your skin the way you’ve gotten under mine.”