The Criminals Series Book 2

SUTTON

I woke up at 6 a.m. because that’s what my alarm was set for. My regular shift at the deli started in an hour and a half, but I wouldn’t be making it in like usual.

Today I would start working for Caleb, the man who would be my new boss.

The man who had just fucked my brains out less than twenty-four hours ago and set my body in flames with the most amazing, non-stop, mind-altering orgasms to ever exist.

I haven’t stopped thinking about him, unable to forget the way my body was immediately drawn to him as soon as he grazed my skin.

The tug of my hair, the feel of his fingers skimming up my thigh, had rendered me defenseless instantaneously. The attraction was too strong and undeniable.

I didn’t know what my duties as his employee would entail. I wondered if I was only there for sex, which I should have found offensive, but I didn’t.

I’d never felt such a strong physical connection to a man like I did with Caleb. His touch was like a deadly virus with no cure, poisoning my body within seconds, consuming it as it coursed through my blood.

I was sick with lust and desire, my arousal untameable. I was sick for a man I’d just met, a man I didn’t even know, who didn’t seem to have a heart or soul.

I needed him, I wanted him. I already knew no matter how many times he ended up fucking me, it would never be enough, leaving me thirsty for more.

It wasn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had many sexual encounters and many orgasms in my past.

But none of them compared to the way this man had pounded into me, with raw intensity unleashed from deep within, somewhere dark and dismal, bestowing me with gratification that held more electricity than a bolt of lightning.

Underneath Caleb’s handsome exterior lay a man I should fear and loathe, and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t. But I needed him—not just for sex, I needed this job to survive.

I just hoped I would be able to tolerate his not-so-warm personality. It wasn’t like I hadn’t worked for assholes before, which required me to bite my tongue and suck it up so I could make a living.

Someone stuck in my situation didn’t actually get the pick of the litter when it came to jobs.

Before I could attempt to conquer the issue that was Caleb McIntyre, I had the unnerving task of quitting my job without notice. I felt horrible; Pete had been wonderful to me these last few years.

Pete was a kind, older man who had given me a chance when not many would, treating me like family. And now I had to screw him because Caleb wanted me to start immediately.

I showered and got dressed, then headed off to the deli. I owed Pete the respect of telling him in person, not over the phone. He deserved that, he deserved better, but that was the best I could do.

I parked in the back lot and entered the deli through the screen door. I neared Pete in his apron at the slicer as he prepared fresh turkey for the day.

My hair was actually down for once, neatly straightened, and my face had hints of makeup. I hadn’t worn makeup since the first week I started, finding no need.

Ninety percent of our clientele were business professionals not looking for love with a twenty-seven-year-old cook covered in grease, lunchmeat, and whatever else edible product that ended up on me that day.

My attire and appearance were too nice to be cooking in. Pete took notice immediately, looking up at me with a casual smile.

“You look beautiful, Sutton,” he said with a friendly face, disregarding the obvious issue. I felt worse; he was too fucking kind.

“I hate doing this to you, Pete, but I’ve been offered a new position I can’t afford to turn away. I wasn’t given a chance to give you notice. I’m so sorry.” My face drooped in shame as I looked away from Pete.

“I knew this day would come. You’ve always been too good for this place, young lady. If things don’t work out, you know you always have a home here to come back to.”

Pete went over to the sink and washed his hands, then came over to me, extending his hands out after drying them off with a paper towel.

“Thank you, Pete. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I’ll stop by as often as I can.”

My phone went off in my pocket as I tried to say goodbye. I knew it had to be Caleb; no one else would be texting me this early in the morning.

“Excuse me one second. I need to take this.”

“No problem, sweetie.”

Walking off to the side, I removed my phone and read the message.

What an asshole. I had a great emoji of a face giving the finger that I wanted to send back, but I refrained, even though it took everything in me not to.

I shoved my cell in my purse and hugged Pete before getting back into my car and returning home to pack the few personal items I owned.

Everything else in my apartment was worthless, and I was sure since I would be taking up residency at Caleb’s he would supply me with a bed, which was all I needed besides my clothes.

Eleven thirty on the dot, a knock came rapping on my apartment door. I opened up, and a graying, suited gentleman stood stiffly before me.

“Hello, Ms. Danvers. I’m Jeffrey. I will be escorting you to Mr. McIntyre’s.” Seeing my bags next to the door, he grabbed them.

“That’s okay, Jeffrey, I can carry them myself.”

He ignored me and walked off, so I followed him until we arrived at a large black Chevy Suburban. Jeffrey tossed my things in the trunk, and we took off toward my new home, where the devil himself awaited me.

When we arrived at the mansion, Jeffrey took my bags and headed upstairs. “Please take a seat in the living room,” he instructed. “Mr. McIntyre will be with you in a moment.”

The living room was to the right of the entrance. Nervously, I sat myself on the sofa to wait for Caleb. I watched Jeffrey come back down and exit the house.

Caleb showed up seconds later. His straight face and grim nature hadn’t changed since our first meeting.

Goosebumps formed on my arms, my body automatically affected by his presence as he came closer. I was scared but immensely turned on.

He sat back on the leather recliner next to me. “Come over here and get on your knees. I want you to give me head.”

Was it a bad thing I wanted him so desperately in my mouth? It wasn’t his pleasure that concerned me, it was mine I thought about first.

I should have objected just to maintain some sense of pride, to show him that I had dignity, but I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, with no part of me wanting to say no.

I walked over to Caleb, briefly making eye contact, straight-laced expressions on both our faces, and lust radiating through our stares.

His legs were splayed wide open, letting me take my place in between. I wanted to bring my lips to his, but I didn’t, afraid he might get mad because he wasn’t the one initiating the kiss.

Instead, I began nibbling at the nape of his neck as my hands worked his pants, undoing the restraints that held in his bulging erection.

It struggled against the fabric in an attempt for freedom, for air it so desperately needed to breathe.

Caleb let out a moan, more than satisfied with my approach. My fingers took his length, releasing him from the confines of his boxers, which apparently he did own.

I started to stroke, using the moisture from his head to slick my hand and rub him up and down. My mouth still feathered his neck, licking and nibbling as I inhaled his intoxicating, expensive cologne.

His hands wandered my body, exploring my anatomy in a famish-fueled expedition, massaging from my breasts to my waist and back. What his touch did to me was irrefutable.

I was already trembling in excitement and fear, afraid that whatever was between us was only temporary and would eventually come to an end.

I started to bring my head down between his legs, my knees on the floor and my hands on his thighs. My lips attached to the tip of his cock.

I brushed the top with a swirl of my tongue, circling and licking, finding out he tasted just as good as he looked and fucked. He rollicked in the sensations, groaning in pleasure, writhing in his seat.

“That’s it, baby, show me what that gorgeous mouth of yours can do.” He put his hands on my head and pushed me further down, so I swallowed him in one big gulp. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock, beautiful, take it all in.”

Caleb worked my head over him as I sucked, gliding my tongue up and down, moving it along his fluctuating muscle that was vibrating down my throat.

When I felt how hard he was growing, my need to go faster increased, knowing it was because of me his body was filled with such bliss. My hand stroked in sync with each inhale and exhale I took.

Caleb McIntyre was blessed in every way that counted. He was handsome, he was rich, he had a cock that was huge, and he knew how to use it.

I could feel the pressure beginning to build, every part of his body tensing under my grasp. His hands had become frantic, his hold harsher, his thrusts impatient. He was ready to explode, and I was ready to taste his cream.

He grunted and growled, rocking his hips upward, downward, until his body was a solid mass shooting out his warm release.

I continued sucking, swallowing each drop until I’d milked him complete, a sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips. I stayed on my knees as I wiped my swollen lips with the back of my hand and Caleb refastened his pants.

“I’m not a prostitute, you know,” I blurted out, feeling the need to defend myself. This was the second time I’d thrown myself at his mercy without ever having had a real conversation with him.

I didn’t like the idea that anyone, especially him, would think I would so easily concede to someone’s demands, especially when it pertained to giving myself up sexually.

He lifted me off my feet and whipped me around so my back was to his front and I was sitting on his lap. His hands stayed tightly on my breasts, pulling me back against him so I was firmly locked in his embrace.

With his chin on my shoulder, he said in his husky voice, “You haven’t signed our agreement, but you will. I know you’re not a slut, but you are my little whore. I own you now.

“You belong to me, Sutton Danvers, and I’ll do with you as I please,” he continued forcefully, speaking the words directly into my ear. The heat from his breath sent a shiver down my spine.