Using one hand, he reached out to massage her breast. She longed to touch him back, but kept her hands plastered against the cool glass.

The pressure inside of her kept building as Cal glided back and forth. Her pussy became slicker with every minute that passed. She was so close. The added stimulation of watching him fuck her pushed her to the brink.

“Cal, please. Please. Harder. I need it. You promised.”

“So I did.” Dropping her breast, he used that hand to grab a fistful of her hair. Cal dug the fingers of his other hand into her hip.

When he started pumping deep and fast, Monica almost lost her balance. “Harder.”

His grip dug into her skin. He hung onto her hair like a rein. This was exactly what she liked.

Cal’s arms flexed as he slammed into her. When he thrust his hips forward, Monica’s breasts swayed, just as he said they would, and he watched them with complete concentration.

Monica came then, crying out. She closed her eyes as powerful sensations coursed through her, curling up through her clit, causing every muscle in her body to clench. On and on it went, tunneling through her, making her dizzy as she held her breath.

Cal continued to fuck her until he came too. He let out a hoarse yell, and his body shuddered as he paused for a moment, thrust again, then jerked her hips back against him. “Monica.”

His cock spasmed, and Monica’s muscles tightened around it. A smaller, less intense orgasm rocked her. Monica’s hand slipped down the glass, but Cal’s firm hold kept her from falling. Aftershocks sizzled through her as he continued to drive into her.

Once his own orgasm subsided, Cal stilled. Loosening his grasp on her hip, he unclenched his fist, letting go of her hair. Stroking a hand down her shoulder, Cal continued to rub her back, his hand warm and soothing against her skin.

She didn’t think he could top their last time in the Mustang, but he had. He’d pushed her, challenged her, and now he touched her with such tenderness, she melted a little bit.

They remained in place, both breathing hard for some minutes. Finally, Cal removed himself and stepped away. Monica’s legs shook as she lowered herself to the floor and lay on her side, completely spent. Cal discarded the condom before stretching out next to her.

“You are brilliant.” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek.

She gave him a tired smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Not so bad? I delivered on my promise, love. I made you come. Hard. I could feel your cunt tighten around me.” He gave her hair a gentle tug.

“I could have been faking, you know.”

Before she could take her next breath, Monica found herself on her back with Cal lying on top of her. His eyes glimmered a bright green. “You were faking that rousing, bloody fantastic orgasm, were you?”

“No,” she admitted. “I wasn’t faking.” Monica reached up and lightly slugged his shoulder. “You’re a real champ in the sex department. Do you want a trophy or something?”

“Yes, I do. A trophy would do nicely.”

Monica burst out laughing. “God, you’re so arrogant.”

He grinned back. “But a brilliant lover.” He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck.

“Yes,” she said, then sighed. “You’re a brilliant lover.”

Cal lifted his head. “That’s all I’m saying.” The smile died from his lips as his eyes shifted to the building next door. “Shit.”

“Oh no.” Monica tried to turn her head to look, but with Cal on top of her, it was impossible. “Can someone see us?”

“No, we’re too low. But the cleaners are arriving next door. They just walked into the building.”

“Shit,” Monica echoed.

“Stay here, they can’t see up this far. I’ll grab our clothes and hit the lights, and we’ll run into the hall.”

The danger of getting caught, of someone seeing her naked, sent a frisson of fear shooting through her system. It had been thrilling fifteen minutes ago, but now, once the heat of the moment had passed, Monica realized how stupid she’d been. What if Stella or Jason had come back to the office? What if one of the cleaning crew down there had whipped out a phone and taken a video? God, she was an idiot.

Cal crept low as he scrambled for their clothes. With his arms full, he ran to hit the overhead lights, then using the clothes as a shield, he walked quickly to her desk and shut off the lamp. Now they were in the dark. Monica closed her eyes for a moment and mentally kicked her own ass. Why was she so reckless? Defective.

Cal opened the hall door, letting a dim glow filter into the room. “Come on, love.”

Monica rolled over and rose a few inches as she peeked out the window. A first-floor office showed light behind closed blinds. Although she didn’t see any movement, she kept low and duck-walked across the floor and out into the hall. Cal pulled her office door closed behind her.

After burying her head in both hands, she muttered, “What was I thinking?”

“You were thinking how amazing the sex would be. How adventurous. And it was.” She heard the clothes drop to the floor, and then his warm hands covered hers, prying them from her face a second later. “Monica, if I’d seen any sign of life, I’d have turned you around so fast, you’d have been dizzy for days. I wouldn’t let anyone see you compromised. It was just a bit of harmless fun.”

Harmless fun had gotten her into trouble in the past. Harmless fun had gotten her knocked up by a guy she’d barely known. Harmless fun was her downfall. And guys like Cal were the catalyst.

She bent down and started sorting through the clothes, tossing his into a pile near his feet. Standing, she turned her back to him and stepped into her panties, hastily tugging them up her legs. When she slipped into the bra, Cal secured the hooks for her.

“I’d have kept you safe,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll always keep you safe. Do you understand?”

She didn’t believe him. Cal was a cut above every other man she’d dated, but she didn’t trust him. As soon as she’d start to rely on him, have feelings for him, he’d leave.

You’re supposed to be in control this time, Campbell. Cal hadn’t twisted her arm in there. Monica had been willing to take the risk. But instead of feeling empowered, she felt like she was speeding downhill without any brakes. Crashing was a foregone conclusion.

Chapter 15

Cal felt an overwhelming need to reassure her—and he meant every bloody word. He wouldn’t let any harm come to Monica Campbell, not if it were in his power to prevent it.

Twirling her around by one shoulder, Cal placed a hand on her lower back and yanked her closer. A lock of her hair bounced against his chest, giving off just the barest hint of lavender. Before Cal could stop himself, he plunged his free hand through the intermixed shades of honey and golden-brown, gripping it tight at her scalp.

Staring down into her beautiful, troubled face, he looked her dead in the eye. “I wouldn’t have let anyone see you. Do you believe me?” Monica’s light blue eyes grew wide, and Cal forced himself to loosen the grasp on her hair. Why was he behaving this way, like a lunatic? “Do you believe me?” he demanded.

After a moment’s hesitation, she lifted one shoulder. “It doesn’t matter—I shouldn’t have done it.”

Of course she should have. She’d been in the moment—she’d smiled and teased him and enjoyed herself. And he was right there with her, every bloody step of the way. This was the Monica she was meant to be—a risk taker, a woman who enjoyed wild, uninhibited sex. But he couldn’t convince her of that. Not right now. She had a bad habit of fucking him stupid, only to regret it moments later. Her postcoital remorse was hell on his ego.

Cal dropped his hands with a sigh. “Come on, love. Let’s get you dressed.” He plucked her shirt from the floor and held it open for her. Giving him one last worried glance, she shoved her arms into it, hastily rebuttoning and covering up that gorgeous red bra.