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His eyes pop open and his head jerks to look up at me.

“Do you think Richard will let me take a six-month hiatus?” I smile, joy bubbles up, sparks like it remembers me.

Another door Cal has propped open for me. And I’m walking through it.

The joy of making such a big decision like this is foreign, but it feels right. It’s happiness that I lost. No—happiness that was taken from me. I made the choice to leave law school, I know I did. I own that. But I also wasn’t showered with praise, affection, and encouragement. Not in the ways Cal has shown are possible in the past few weeks.

“Trying to consider if I want to talk about another man while you’re completely bare and on top of me, but yeah, I don’t think he will mind.” He grips my neck with one hand, his thumb tilting my jaw up from my place in his lap. “You’re going to be an attorney this time next year; you don’t need to go back there unless you want to.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cal

ThesmileIgetin response could power the sun.

The warm light from the chandelier halos her wavy hair from her perch atop my lap and my insides melt.

There’s no one on this Earth—this universe—who could make me feel the way she does. And if I can keep doing the smallest of things to bring her even an ounce of the pure pleasure she brings me, I will move mountains todo it.

My fingers trace down her jawline, her neck, across her collarbone, and I let my eyes linger there, her breathing picking up slightly.

So reactive.

I run my index finger down the center of her chest. Down, down. Between the full, perfect curves of her breasts with soft pink nipples that stand at attention for me. Down. Past her navel.

Her gasp catches in her throat as I stare up at her. Eyes half-lidded, hands resting on my shoulders. The first time we do this shouldn’t be on a desk, shouldn’t be on top of law school course catalogs.

I want her in every way, laid out in front of me, on top of me, and I want to savor every second.

I swing my legs off the desk, startling her as we twist together, both my hands resting on her hips and I plant my lips firmly against hers. Her fingers twine together behind my neck and her smile against my mouth sends zaps down my spine.

I can’t help the growl that escapes from my throat as she grinds against my cock, only a single layer of fabric between us.

“Hold on,” I tell her as I stand up, get my hands under each side of her full ass and turn—the doorway meeting us in three strides. “Say goodbye to your office until later.”

“Bye office,” she says dreamily, like she’s caught in a haze, her arms and legs still wrapped around me.

She buries her face in my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there as I walk briskly out the door of my own office and make my way to the staircase.

I stop at the base of the stairs and press her back into the wall, lifting one hand up to the nape of her neck where I gently pull her hair to get her to tilt up to give me better access.

I run my teeth up the side of her throat, sinking my teeth gently into the soft lobe of her ear as she pants.

“If you keep this up, we won’t make it to the bed.” My words are strained, not unlike my dick straining against my briefs.

“I can’t help it,” she says breathlessly, tipping her face down to mine as I wrap my arms around her again, replacing her face in my neck as I go to climb the stairs. “Thank. You. For. My. Pull. Out. Space.” She brackets each word with a kiss to my lips as I brace her against the wall halfway up.

She giggles, then gasps as I take one hand and lightly smack her ass as I stride carefully up the remaining steps.

“Calogero Renzetti! Did you just spank me?” She pulls back to meet my eyes and hearing my name, my real name, on her lips with her naked against me has my dick twitching.

“Depends if you liked it.” I focus on my feet, on the stairs, not the way her hair is pushed over to one side of her face, pink streaks from my beard blooming against her neck, and the thought of matching streaks between her thighs.

“I’ll allow it.” She settles herself back against me, her head resting on my shoulder as she twists my hair around her fingers.

“I told you there wouldn’t be any pulling out,” the words come out harder than I meant them to, but my resolve is depleting and I’m about to spread her out and take her at the top of these stairs. “Why are there so many goddamned stairs in this house?”

She throws her head back laughing and the sound is infectious. I shake my head, which is still caught between her arms and laugh.