Ivy’s POV
I heard Caleb calling my name and spun around, expecting another dangerous assignment to land on my desk.
"Yes, Mr. Thorne?"
"Close the door and come here."
I shut the door behind me and walked back to where he sat on that same leather couch that had witnessed our most heated battles. My pulse quickened just looking at it, remembering 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. Something was eating at him. The urge to smooth my fingers through his dark hair and whisper reassurances nearly overwhelmed me, but I held back.
Every time this man touched me, rational thought abandoned me completely. The simplest brush of his fingers against my skin set me ablaze, left my body aching for more of him. What he did to me defied all logic and every survival instinct I possessed.
He rose and pulled me against him by the waist. This embrace felt different from our usual encounters—tender, almost vulnerable. Yet it stirred something familiar and warm deep in my chest, something 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 meant 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 claimed my mouth completely, his tongue sweeping inside to meet mine. I couldn’t help but match his intensity, our tongues dancing together in perfect rhythm. A sigh escaped me, making him tighten his hold as he turned us around and lowered me onto the couch, his weight settling over me like a predator claiming his prey.
His hardness pressed against me 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 me. Lifting his head with a wicked smile, he said:
"I think it’s time I see what I haven’t seen yet, before these buttons give up completely."
He kissed me 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 movement, he repositioned us so he sat on the couch with me straddling his lap, pulling me down as if trying to merge our bodies together. His hardness rubbed against me through our clothes, making me close my eyes and moan while he moved beneath me.
"Fuck, Ivy, you’re driving me completely insane."



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