Ivy’s POV
I heard Caleb calling my na and spun around, expecting another dangerous assignnt to land on my desk.
"Yes, Mr. Thorne?"
"Close the door and co here."
I shut the door behind and walked back to where he sat on that sa leather couch that had witnessed our most heated battles. My pulse quickened just looking at it, rembering what we’d done there.
Caleb sat hunched forward, elbows pressed against his knees, head hanging low like a man carrying the weight of an empire. Sothing was eating at him. The urge to smooth my fingers through his dark hair and whisper reassurances nearly overwheld , but I held back.
Every ti this man touched , rational thought abandoned completely. The simplest brush of his fingers against my skin set ablaze, left my body aching for more of him. What he did to defied all logic and every survival instinct I possessed.
He rose and pulled against him by the waist. This embrace felt different from our usual encounters—tender, almost vulnerable. Yet it stirred sothing familiar and warm deep in my chest, sothing dangerous.
His lips found my shoulder, pressing a heated kiss there before his breath tickled my ear with promises.
"I don’t know where this is leading us."
Thinking he ant the investigation situation, I circled my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair.
"Don’t worry, Caleb. Everything will work out."
He exhaled slowly and began trailing kisses across my shoulders, working his way up the column of my neck like he was mapping territory. When he reached my ear, he caught the lobe between his teeth, sucking gently before releasing it with another kiss. His mouth continued its journey until he captured my lips.
What began as a soft, closed-mouth kiss quickly turned hungry when he claid my mouth completely, his tongue sweeping inside to et mine. I couldn’t help but match his intensity, our tongues dancing together in perfect rhythm. A sigh escaped , making him tighten his hold as he turned us around and lowered onto the couch, his weight settling over like a predator claiming his prey.
His hardness pressed against where I was already slick with want, my body responding instinctively to his touch. Caleb’s hands mapped the curves of my body slowly, traveling upward to cup my breasts that were practically begging for his attention.
He felt my nipples strain against the fabric, hardened by the desire he awakened in . Lifting his head with a wicked smile, he said:
"I think it’s ti I see what I haven’t seen yet, before these buttons give up completely."
He kissed again, increasing the delicious friction between our bodies as his mouth explored my neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, stopping at the first button of my blouse.
In one swift movent, he repositioned us so he sat on the couch with straddling his lap, pulling down as if trying to rge our bodies together. His hardness rubbed against through our clothes, making close my eyes and moan while he moved beneath .
"Fuck, Ivy, you’re driving completely insane."
He returned to kissing the sensitive spot at the base of my neck while his fingers worked the first button of my shirt free, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin. He repeated this ritual with each button, kissing every inch he revealed. My shirt hung open, my hair tousled, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.
He kissed deeply again and slid his hands around to my back, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts. His eyes blazed as he looked at , that predatory smile playing on his lips before he took my left breast into his mouth while his hand caressed the right one. He sucked, licked, kissed my breast, then gave my nipple a gentle bite.
I moaned again, feeling electricity shoot straight between my legs as my arousal intensified. He moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the sa attention as if he were savoring the sweetest delicacy. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed myself closer to him, silently begging for more as he licked one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers.
Lost completely in sensation, I felt him pull against his chest and quickly throw his suit jacket over my back just as Xavier’s voice cut through the air:
"Caleb, let’s grab dinner at... Holy fuck! I’m out, I’m out!"
The door slamd shut and I froze in complete mortification while Caleb burst into laughter. I stared at him in disbelief—had he lost his mind, laughing at this humiliating situation? He noticed my distress and stroked my cheek.
"Sweetheart, it’s not like Xavier doesn’t know what’s happening between us. Relax, he didn’t see anything—I covered you the second I heard the door."
He gave another quick kiss and helped sit properly on the couch. I was drowning in embarrassnt. Xavier had seen far more than he should have.
"I’ll go see what my brother needs," he said, standing and heading toward the door, completely unbothered by the obvious bulge straining against his expensive pants.
He left the office, closing the door behind him, and I seized the opportunity to quickly get dressed and gather my things. When I reached my desk, my phone buzzed with a ssage from the babysitter:
"Ivy, when I picked Max up from daycare, I noticed he had a fever. I’ve given him dicine and he’s sleeping now—looks like he might be getting sick. Thought you should know."
I quickly typed back that I would be ho soon. I organized my things, shut down my computer, and grabbed my purse just as Caleb walked back in.
When he saw preparing to leave, his smile disappeared and he asked with dangerous authority:
"Where exactly do you think you’re going? We have sothing to finish."
"Caleb, I’m sorry, but I have to leave. There’s an ergency at ho."
Seeing the worry in my eyes, his expression imdiately shifted to concern.
"Hold on, I’ll drive you. You’ll get there much faster."
He disappeared into his office and returned wearing his suit jacket.
"Co on, Ivy."
The protective tone in his voice made my heart skip, even in the midst of panic about Max.
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