Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 After Hours Business

Ivy’s POV

After saying goodbye to everyone at the family celebration, Caleb and I lingered at the Thorne estate while Walter supervised the cleanup of our private reception. Caleb had planned to drive me back to my apartment, but his encrypted phone buzzed with an urgent message from Sawyer, his trusted contact who managed our Boston territory operations.

"Tesoro, would you mind coming with me to the corporate office for this call?" Caleb asked, his expression growing serious as he read the coded message.

"Of course. It’s still early in the evening, and I haven’t turned into a pumpkin yet," I replied, trying to lighten the tension that had suddenly appeared in his shoulders.

"If you’re Cinderella, shouldn’t you become a servant at midnight?" he teased, though his smile didn’t quite reach those ice-blue eyes.

"I’m not Cinderella. I’m the carriage, sturdy and reliable," I shot back, earning a genuine laugh that made some of the worry lines around his eyes soften.

We drove through the city to Thorne Group’s headquarters, the legitimate front for our family’s operations. The building’s top floors housed Caleb’s real office, equipped with military-grade encryption and surveillance countermeasures. He handled the encrypted video conference with his usual commanding presence, introducing me to Sawyer, who offered warm congratulations on our upcoming marriage. After resolving what turned out to be a territorial dispute with rival families, Caleb ended the call and found me sprawled across the leather sofa, my heels kicked off beside the coffee table.

"My feet are killing me," I groaned, wiggling my toes in relief.

"You’re carrying our child now. You need to take better care of yourself, especially in those heels," Caleb settled beside me, gently lifting my feet onto his lap with the reverent care he always showed when touching me.

His strong hands began working their magic on my aching arches and toes. I melted into the expensive Italian leather, my eyes drifting closed as waves of relief washed over me. Soft moans of contentment escaped my lips as his skilled fingers found every tender spot with practiced precision.

"I’m not planning to limit myself to just your feet, angel," Caleb murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that never failed to make my pulse race.

He helped me stand, his hands reverent as he slowly removed each piece of my designer clothing. When I was completely bare before him, he guided me back to the sofa, his ice-blue eyes drinking in every curve of my body like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

Caleb resumed his foot massage, but now his heated gaze roamed freely over my exposed skin. I stretched one leg out while bending the other, my knee raised in invitation. His hand traveled upward along my calf, gently pressing my leg wider, opening me completely to his hungry stare. The evidence of my arousal glistened between my thighs.

My nipples hardened into tight peaks under his intense scrutiny, silently begging for his touch. Heat pooled low in my belly, building like pressure in a volcano ready to erupt. Caleb’s hands moved to my neck, his fingers working the tense muscles there, drawing another satisfied moan from my lips.

"Turn over for me, angel," he commanded softly, his voice carrying that undertone of absolute authority that made my body respond instantly.

When I complied, he positioned a small cushion beneath my rounded belly, protecting our unborn child with the same care he showed in protecting our territory. His palms cupped my bottom, kneading and caressing with deliberate slowness. Electric currents shot through my nerve endings as his thumbs traced the sensitive cleft between my cheeks, venturing lower to brush against my most intimate places.

I couldn’t stand the sweet torture any longer. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs wide, draping one over the sofa back in blatant invitation. Caleb fought for control, returning his attention to massaging my foot resting on his thigh, though I could see the hunger burning in his eyes.

Sitting sideways to face me, his hands began a slow journey from my ankles to my knees, his grip firm and possessive like everything else about him. When he reached my inner thighs, my entire body trembled with anticipation. Every muscle tensed under his touch as he maintained that maddening, gentle pressure.

Desperate for more stimulation, I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers while he watched with dilated pupils. My back arched as pleasure sparked through me, a low moan vibrating in my throat.

Caleb remained motionless except for his eyes, which tracked every movement of my hands with laser focus. Almost imperceptibly, his palms slid higher up my thighs until he reached their junction. While I continued pleasuring my breasts, he began massaging around my sex, his touch firm and deliberate against my swollen flesh.

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