• Ilsa Sophie Morgan •
I arched against him, my body trembling with every deep thrust, my hand clutching the edge of the bed like it could keep me aligned to this reality. The other hand dug into my pillow, and one of my legs was raised, held tight in Caleb's strong arm as he spooned me from behind. His chest pressed into my back, every deep thrust driving me higher....into my own cloud of ecstasy.
I moaned softly, my toes curling as heat pooled between us. His lips trailed along my neck, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.
I could have sworn I wanted him to kiss me, to steal my breath and drive his tongue deep inside my mouth. But our position made it a little difficult. The least he could do was to tease my skin, whilst reminding me that he was the one in charge.
I was bound to his will.
"I'm almost there," he murmured, low and husky, and the words alone made my breath hitch.
He buried his face against my shoulder, teasing and claiming, every second stretching the tension in my body until it felt like I could shatter. And then he tensed, muscles pulsing, and I shivered violently as he released inside me, warm and consuming, leaving me trembling and dizzy.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, the only sound staining my bedroom being our deep pants. This was one of the reasons why I loved Sunday mornings. They always gave me the privilege to enjoy a little something I hardly had to chance to get.
He finally pulled out, turned me on my back, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.
"I can never have enough of this," he whispered, voice still thick with need.
I laughed softly, feeling the tension of the office, the city, everything else, melt away. "It's so relaxing…it makes me forget all about work," I murmured, tracing lazy circles along his bicep.
A low growl rumbled from him as he sat up just enough to pull me fully against his chest, trapping me in the heat of his body. I rested my head on his shoulder, heart racing, cheeks warm.
"Were you on some kind of aphrodisiac?" I teased breathlessly, trying to mask the lingering ache and heat pooling inside me.
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Why do you say that?"
I let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth of my blush and the residual ache between my thighs. "You… overdid it this time. I'm sore."
His grin pressed into my temple as he kissed me softly. "Good," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Means you enjoyed it."
"I thought you were going to apologize," I teased.
He lowered a brow, his teasing smile visible. "Apologize about what? Making you feel good?"
"Maybe."
He lowered his head, and our lips met in a gentle kiss.
For a moment, I wanted us to just stay like this. With no worries, no stress and without the pressures of life. I wanted to spend the whole day in bed, and pretend as if I was dead or something.
But I knew that wasn't possible, because today was just like any other day for me.
*
I was beneath the shower, cold water sliding down my skin as the frostbite bit into my flesh. My hair clung to my back in thick strands, dripping and landing with loud plopping sounds on the ice cold floor.
For the first time since I started working for him, Mr Bolton went out of the city for a business meeting—leaving me, his trusted PA behind. At first I was a little disturbed, because Mr Bolton never did anything without me.
But then again, I had a feeling that this was more than just a business meeting. I always thought that maybe he just wanted to go out with his fiance for a little vacation, just a small bonding time away from the office and everything.
It was blessing on my side, until he told me that his son was coming from LA, and I was gonna be stuck with him until he returned. But how long was it gonna be? Two days? One week? Two weeks?
Today was Sunday, it was supposed to be my off, but it seemed fate had something else planned for me.
I was turning from PA, into a fucking babysitter.
I had a feeling this was against my contract.
And yet again, who was I ever going to complain to?
I loved my job, and I'd do anything to see it completed, even if it meant getting used without getting a raise or anything.
I finished bathing, and left the bathroom after drying myself. I was wearing my bathrobe, stark white along its line of furs that made me appear like an angel.
I was busy drying my hair with my towel, the thick locks clinging to my skin like an extra layer of flesh. As I slipped into my bedroom, I saw Caleb still in bed, his bare chest glistening under the morning sun. His muscles, no matter how much I stared at them, I never got enough of them.
I always felt like kissing them, tracing my fingers along the lines that divided them into perfect, attractive blocks. Loose strands of tousled, dark hair danced faintly along his forehead, swaying like terrible commas that only outlined his masculinity. His pink lips were drawn into that cocky smirk he always pulled whenever I was around—the same kind of smirk he always threw whenever we bumped into each other at work.
"Any plans for the day? I was thinking that maybe we could go out, for breakfast maybe. There's a restaurant nearby and it offers some pretty awesome Chinese meals if you're interested."
I sighed, not wanting to disappoint him. "I really wish I could go with you....but if I do that, I'll end up running late."
"Aren't you on an off today, like the rest of us?" he asked.
"It seems Mr Bolton wants me to go pick up his brat." I mumbled, sitting on the stool at my dressing table. "He should be landing around twelve...or earlier. I'm not sure."
Caleb narrowed his eyes. "What is he? Five? Six?"
"He's nineteen."
"A nineteen year old who still needs to get picked up from the airport? Talk about being spoiled."
I growled. "I know right?"
"Yea," he said, playing with his hair. "Can't he send someone else to pick up his son, instead of stealing your beautiful off!?"
"I really wish he could, but I doubt there is anyone he trusts more than me," I said. "Which kind of sucks."
Caleb growled, clearly annoyed. "To think that I had the whole day planned ahead of us."
"If only there was a thing I could do," I mumbled, brushing my hair backwards.
"Oh, I know," he said. "How about, you don't pick up the brat and when Mr Bolton calls you, you'll tell him something...."
I cocked a brow. "Something?"
"Like, you're sick or you had forgotten...and pretend you had no idea..." he finished with a satisfied look in his amber eyes. "Maybe that way, we can just spend the remaining few hours in bed or something."
"You horny piece of shit," I chuckled. "We both know that I can't do that."
He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "What? Are you Mr Bolton's slave now?"
"Nope. I'm his PA."
"Now you're just making me jealous," he mumbled.
"Seriously?" I wanted to laugh at him.
"Sure, why not?"
"I just didn't expect that from you," I said.
"Well, there you have it," he growled.
"Don't be such a cry baby, Cal." I insisted.
He sighed, changing the topic. "I can go with you to the airport if you want. You'll be dropping off Eric at Mr Bolton's penthouse, right?"
How I wished it was that easy. I gritted my teeth in frustration for a few seconds. "Well, you can't go with me..... "
"Why not?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Sam will be driving us and I won't be dropping Eric at Mr Bolton's penthouse..... " Just the mere thought frustrated me. It made me feel like ice cubes were racing up and down my veins. "... I'm his allerged babysitter until his father comes back."
Caleb's face paled, his eyes wide open. "You don't really mean that. Where will he be staying then? At a hotel?"
I shook my head. "No. He'll be staying here, with me."
"That's just crazy," he said sharply.
"Welcome to my world," I mumbled, wishing there was another way out of this. But from as little as I can remember, Mr Bolton had clearly given the order. He wanted me to babysit a nineteen year old, someone whose old enough to knock someone up if they wanted. "So, by the time I'm back, I want you out of my apartment."
"Yea yea, whatever you say," he said, clearly irritated.