Page 223 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

By the time the car comes to a stop and the driver barks that we’re here, I’m riding a knife’s edge. One wrong—or right—move, and I’d go flying over the edge.

Calvin throws the door open and drags me out of the car, shooting a thank you over his shoulder.

I stumble on the sidewalk; the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, along with my exhaustion from weeks of long hours and stress, finally catching up with me.

“Whoa,” Calvin cries as he catches me. “You good?” he asks, staring down into my eyes.

“I think…I think I’m a little bit drunk,” I confess. The most dazzling smile lights up his face.

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed,” he teases. “You good to walk?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Of course. I’ve got this.”

I take two steps, wobble on my heels, and almost go down again.

“So I see,” he mutters before taking matters into his own hands.

“CALVIN,” I squeal as he leans down and throws me over his shoulder. “My ass,” I cry, attempting to cover myself up.

His deep chuckle fills my eyes as his giant hands hold the backs of my thighs.

“I won’t let anyone see what belongs to me, darlin’,” he promises before marching into our building.

He politely says hello to whoever is on shift at the desk before continuing toward the elevator. I’m too embarrassed to look up and see who’s watching us, so I focus on Calvin’s firm ass instead.

“I love your ass,” I tell him as the elevator doors close behind us.

He presses a button, I assume for my floor, and then we’re moving.

“The feeling is entirely mutual, darlin’. I mean, just look at this.”

His huge hands slide up the backs of my thighs, shoving my dress up with them to expose my behind. I look up in the opposite mirror, desperate to see the look on his face as he discovers just how small my panties are.

“Fucking incredible.”

“Calvin,” I whimper when his fingers get dangerously close to where I need them.

He grazes the fabric covering me, and his expression intensifies, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his thick swallow.

“You’re soaked.”

“For you.”

“Fucking hell.”

He closes his eyes for a moment as if he’s struggling to keep himself together, and I can’t help but give myself a mental high five. I’m doing that to him. I’m bringing this powerful man to his knees. Me. It’s the most incredible rush.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve to find you again, but I’ll forever be grateful.”

“I want you,” I breathe.

“Oh, darlin’. You’ve got me. You’ve got me in any way you want me. I’m yours. Always have been.”

My heart pounds wildly as my head spins. I’m not sure if it’s his words, the alcohol, or the fact I’m hanging upside down, but I never want it to stop.

“Calvin, please.”

“We’re almost there,” he tells me, still teasing me through the fabric of my panties, ensuring my release is still right within touching distance.