“Where does your mother think you are?”

Daniella shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think she cares.”

Caleb scoffed. “We both know that isn’t true.”

She ran her fingers over the smooth marble surface of Caleb’s kitchen counter top before lowering herself off of it. “She’s dealing with her own drama with my dad right now. She doesn’t have time to worry about where I am.”

Smiling, he went to her and pulled her against him. Against her lips, he whispered, “Lucky for us.”

As always, when she kissed him, the sensation of her heart jump-starting rattled through her. It was like every nerve ending on her entire body came alive when his hands were on her, when his mouth was on her. The smell of him alone— a mixture of cologne and soap and a hint of the cigarette he smoked just after a long day’s work— was intoxicating. Before she knew it, she was tugging at his shit, trying to unbutton it without disrupting their embrace.

With a small chuckle, he pulled back. A heavy sigh of frustration erupted from her. “You know the rules,” he said.

She pouted. “I’ll be eighteen in two weeks!”

“So in two weeks, I’ll let you take my shirt off ten times over.”

“I just don’t see what the big deal is. Like waiting ‘til marriage. I mean, we’re going to do it anyway.”

“Yes, but when we do, it will just be all the more special. Won’t you feel so much better once we have your parents’ blessing? We won’t have to hide. I can take you on a real date. And Daniella, I won’t take you to my bed without at least taking you on a real date first. But we both know there’s no way we’ll get your parents’ blessing before you’re eighteen.”

With an amused grin, she shook her head. “We’re not going to get their blessing ever. You’re my father’s business partner, his friend. What are you even thinking?” She wrapped her arms around him, brought her lips to his neck, his collarbone, slipped her hands under his shirt to feel the smooth skin of his muscular back. “We should just do it now,” she purred. “Before he kills you.”

Before he could reply, the sharp elegant ding of his doorbell sounded. “That must be our dinner,” he said. She groaned as he pulled out of her grasp and hurried to answer it.

“Caleb,” came a woman’s voice from the living room. “I’m so glad you’re home. I wasn’t sure you would be.”

Daniella’s eyes widened at the sound of her mother’s voice. “Jessica,” said Caleb quietly. “Jessica, are you drunk?”    

Via Brielle Skye 

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