Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

Caleb grins at me, his eyes twinkling in a way that I’ve never seen before. “You didn’t call me names like you normally do.”

“Oh,” I whimper weakly. “I just forgot. This heat has me burning up.”

Caleb lowers his lips until I can feel his breath on my ear, and I whimper again, my nipples hardening inside my top. “I think you’re burning up all right. And I know just what to do about it.”

“Oh, is that so?” I ask as my hands clutch at the full, hard muscles on his chest.

“It is,” he purrs, pressing himself into me. I can feel the rapidly hardening growth of his cock, and my legs seem to spread on their own to let him have access to me. I want him so damn badly I can taste him already.

He pulls me tighter, and I moan, unable to form words. He’s got me right where he wants me. Caleb whispers in my ear, “You have a problem, and I have the tool for the job.”

He grabs another one of the ice cubes from his glass, gently dropping the glass to the grass. I bite my lip as he brings the ice cube to my jawline, tracing the line and then letting the drops run down my neck. He dips his head down to lick at the river of drops from the quickly melting ice, humming in satisfaction.

“Mmm, even more refreshing than I thought. Are you cooled off now?”

Knowing it’ll drive him crazy, I smirk and shake my head. “Not even close. In fact, I might be even hotter now.”

“We can’t have that, now can we?” he says as he trails the little bit of remaining ice down toward my cleavage. I press my tits together, creating a little crevice for the water to puddle, and Caleb’s eyes focus there. Moving his hands over mine, he cups my breasts together even higher, lowering his head to dip his tongue into the pool, lapping the water up and running his tongue along the upper crest of my breasts. My head falls back as I groan. The water gone now, he moves to slip the neckline of my tank down, giving him more access. Kissing down, he slurps my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the peaked tip. He’s driving me crazy, and I know my panties are already soaked.

I’m this close to letting him take me right here in the backyard, whoever can see be damned, when I hear my phone blare out. “Work hard, play hard.”

“Shit,” I gasp, pushing away from Caleb and going over to his truck to grab my bag off the tailgate. My phone’s still singing its digital ass off, and I know from the ringtone that it’s work. I pull it out and see that it’s Martha. “Fuck!”

“Well, that was sort of what I had in mind,” Caleb teases, grabbing my hips from behind and pulling me closer, but I pull away before I can be swept away in the sexual passion coursing through me.

I hold up a finger to signal for him to hold on a second, answering the call. “Hey, Martha, what’s up?”

Caleb realizes it’s work and is professional enough to not do anything too naughty. Good boy. “Hey, Cass,” Martha says. “I hope you’re not waiting on me.”

Oh, shit, I forgot . . . Martha is supposed to come to the house today. It’s a good damn thing she didn’t pull up just now or she would’ve gotten a bit more show than she’d planned on. “Oh, um, no, Martha, not at all,” I quickly reply while trying not to facepalm myself. I’ve done that before, and it’s not a good thing to do while you have your smartphone to your face. “Actually, we’re just finishing up the yardwork. Why?”

“Well, I guess we’re both lucky then,” Martha says with a relieved sigh. “I was getting my hair done, and you know how the salon can get on the weekends. Is there any way you could meet me at the office in an hour instead of my driving out there?”

“Yeah, no problem,” I say, relieved. “I’ll see you there.”

We hang up, and I turn to Caleb, who looks disappointed. “Sorry.”

“Work?” he asks, and I’m counting the minutes in my head even as I look down. An hour. That means we have about ten minutes to . . .

No, stop it, dammit, I tell myself.

“Yeah, work. I promised Martha I’d go over some documents with her. She’s gotta send them off Monday morning or else.”

Caleb sighs but nods. “I understand. Well, at least I know I can make you lose all track of time.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Probably because you’re so boring you put me to sleep.”

“Is that what you call it when you scream my name and pass out? Boring. I’ll remember that.”

* * *

I walk into Mindy’s Place fifty minutes later, my skin finally having stopped sweating after running my A/C on full blast from the moment I left the house. I didn’t even have time to stop at my apartment. Luckily, I’ve taken a tip from Caleb and have learned to keep a clean t-shirt in my car along with some wet wipes. All I had time for was a quick wipedown and to sweep my hair back into its messy bun again. I feel bad about leaving Caleb behind with a lot of work and a very hard cock, but it can’t be helped.

“Hey, those legs are dangerous!” Mindy calls from the counter as a greeting. “Showing off like that, I’m gonna charge you for every dropped cup of coffee you cause!”

“Don’t be jelly,” I tease, “and gimme something tall, dark, and icy as hell!”

“One Arctic Midnight Coming up for my Sexy Star,” Mindy says. “How big?”

“Big enough to quell the flames inside me,” I reply. I see someone glance over, and realize that Emily, Mindy’s babysitter, is here. “Oh, hi, Emily.”

Emily and I have