Page 125 of Forbidden Fruit
His expression turns a little more serious, his fingers idly rolling a grape across the table. “Are you ready for the conversation with Abigail?” he asks once he finishes chewing. “I get that things with her are kinda complicated right now, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that she loves you. So, if there’s anything you need from me, whatever it is, I’ve got you.”
His sincerity melts me. I exhale, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I will,” I murmur, then hesitate before voicing the thought that’s been gnawing at me. “I just… I can’t shake the worry that she may have had, or stillhas, feelings for you.”
Calvin doesn’t even blink. “Trust me, your sister doesn’t have feelings for me.”
I study him, searching for cracks in his confidence. “How do you know?”
He leans forward slightly, eyes steady on mine. “Because I know when someone wants me. And Abigail doesn’t.”
I pick at my sushi, but decide to let it go for now, because if Abigail does have feelings for him, I’ll find out sooner or later.
As the evening winds down, Calvin leads me to a suite that looks like something straight out of a luxury travel magazine. The spacious queen bed is made up of pristine whitelinens, flanked by sleek modern nightstands. A dazzling chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm, romantic glow over the room, and a massive 65-inch TV dominates one wall. Every detail, from the plush rug beneath our feet to the decadent seating area by the window, screams opulence.
We slip into our matching silk pajamas, the fabric soft and luxurious against my skin. The room is dimly lit, the ambiance soothing as we finally settle into bed. Calvin pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me as though he’s afraid to let go. His warmth, his scent, it’s intoxicating. I close my eyes, but the tension between us lingers like a spark waiting to ignite.
It doesn’t take long.
I feel him against me, his arousal pressing into my lower back. Heat pools in my core as I turn to face him, my lips colliding with his in an unrestrained kiss. The hunger between us is undeniable. His hand cups my breast, his touch firm yet tender as his tongue explores my mouth with the same fervor I feel burning inside me.
Then his other hand slips under the waistband of my pants, finding me with an accuracy that makes my body tremble. His fingers tease my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure that make me moan into his mouth. My hips instinctively grind against his hand, desperate for more.
“Sir,” I gasp, gripping his head, trying to pull him closer, though it feels like we’re already as close as two people can be. When he slides a finger inside me, the sensation is almost too much. “Please, more,” I beg, my hand finding its way into his pants to wrap around his hard, throbbing length. It’s been so long, too long, and I need him more than I need air.
“Damn it,” he growls, suddenly pulling back, his breathing ragged. He sits on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Confused, I sit up, my chest heaving. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, guilt creeping in despite the throbbing desire still consuming me. I know he’s trying to honor my decision to wait until I’ve spoken to Abigail, and I haven’t exactly been making it easy for him. In my defense, I didn’t think it would be this hard not having sex with Calvin.
He glances at me with a look of longing and restraint. “It’s not you,” he says. “It’s me. I think… I think it’s best if I sleep somewhere else tonight.”
My heart sinks. “What? No. I can control myself,” I plead, reaching for him.
“I can’t,” he admits, his voice raw. “I haven’t been inside you in months, and it’s killing me. It’s taking all of my self-control not to throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck your brains out.” He grabs a pillow, his frustration palpable. Leaning down, he kisses me deeply, his lips lingering like he’s savoring the taste of me one last time. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters before turning and walking out of the room.
“Ugh!” I collapse back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, torn between frustration and desire. The ache he left behind isn’t just physical, it’s emotional too.
With Calvin absent from the room, exhaustion quickly sweeps over me, and I drift into a deep sleep.
I’m stirred awake by soft, lingering kisses on my forehead. “Wake up, Peach. We’re here,” Calvin murmurs, pulling me gently from slumber.
Blinking my eyes open, I stretch lazily, still caught in the fog of sleep. “Oh… how did you sleep?” I ask groggily.
“I didn’t,” he admits with a small, tired smile. “Had an important conference call.” He pauses, pulling his Amex card from his pocket and handing it to me. “Which I need to apologize for.”
I sit up, frowning in confusion as I take the card. “Wait, what’s going on?”
“I have to go to New York tonight,” he explains with a note of regret. “There’s an important meeting I can’t miss. But I’ll try to be back tomorrow. If not, I’ll send the plane to bring you to me.”
“Oh…” Disappointment seeps into my voice before I can stop it. “Okay.” I hold out the card, attempting to give it back. “But I don’t need this.”
“I know you don’t,” he says, gently folding my fingers over it. “But I need to know you have it. It’ll make me feel better.” His eyes soften, and he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” With that, I start gathering my belongings.
“Oh, wait,” Calvin says, rummaging through his wallet. He pulls out a check and hands it to me. “Here’s what we talked about for Abby.”
“Thanks.” I tuck it away, smiling softly. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he replies, stealing one last kiss before I step out of the jet.
