Mag-log inSARAH REYES POV
After a while of fucking my mouth, he took off my head from his cock and stood up. He shamelessly walked to the door with his cock bouncing hard and thick in the air. Then he locked the door.
And as he walked back he commanded, kicking off his trousers. “Come out from under there Sarah.”
I came out slowly. My lips wet with his cum. He pulled me closer to him and pushed me against his desk, and before I knew it he pushed all the files off his table, turned me over, and bent me over the table.
He lifted my skirt, and reached for the waist band of my panties, pulling it down slowly, my juices were already dripping. He looked at it as if he was admiring the way my juices dropped from my slick folds, then he bent down and started to suck it.
I let out soft moans, stretching my hand behind me from where I was bent over trying to reach for his head to hold h
Lena’s pov I meant every word of that sentence that I had said. I wanted him. I had wanted him for a long time. And seeing him again. Broader. Like trouble wrapped in sin, I could barely get myself together. He tossed me over on the bed. His eyes looking right into mine. I had seen how he tried… tried to act like he didn’t want me to. But fate had brought us together again. And this time in a space where so many unspoken feelings could push to its surface. He spread my legs wide and he stayed in between them. He held his cock and stroked the tip over my pussy. His breathing uneven. His voice, dangerously low and teasing. “You like this, don’t you?” “Yes I do.” I nodded my head fast. My body arching under him like a naughty little girl. He pushed his cock into my pussy. Filling me up with one deep thrust. My lips parted but no sounds came out. My eyes went wide. My hands grabbed the sheets that we laid on top.. My chest lifted a bit. And I felt a tiny bit of pain in m
Caleb’s pov My hands moved like they had a mind of their own. They grabbed her breasts like it was a lifeline I didn’t know I needed. I leaned in and popped a nipple into my mouth. And it felt like heaven. I sucked on it gently. Her nipples felt warm on my toungue and she made a small sound. One that said a million things with saying nothing. She arched her body against mine. She moved slowly and her entrance stroked my cock. I felt it. My hardness. It was pushing up like it recognized her. Like it wanted her more than ever. My lips stayed on her nipple. And one of my hand went around her waist. I pulled her in, burying my face in between her full breasts. She threw her head back. Hands reaching into my hair as she held me closer. “Caleb…” she breathed. It sounded more like she was begging for me. And I didn’t stop. Even if I didn’t want to drag her into my world. My brain kept on telling me that i should just let myself feel for one night. It had been long since I
Chapter 4Calebs pov The doorbell rang.And instantly, my soul sighed like, Yep. They’ve finally delivered the human assigned to watch me breathe for the next few weeks.The rehab center said they were sending a “special duty nurse.” No name. No picture. No warning. Just that mysterious label that already made me suspicious.My legs felt like they were made from borrowed metal. My shoulders ached like I’d slept inside a cement mixer. But curiosity dragged me out of bed. I shuffled toward the door, ready to meet whoever they sent.I opened it.And my entire brain just… stopped.It was her.Lena.Like my memories had opened the door before I did and pulled her out. Same eyes. Same soft smile. Same tiny smirk that always made me feel like she knew something I didn’t.For a second, I blinked around, checking if maybe there were cameras or if I’d finally lost it. But no—she was really there. Just her. No one else.A dangerous ache rolled through my chest.“You…” My voice came out lower th
Chapter 3 Lena’s pov I wasn’t expecting to see him again that day, not after the way he had left the massage room like I was carrying fire on my head. I just finshed attending to another patient and God… my body felt like it was carrying the weight of the world on it. I adjusted my neck as I stepped out into the hallway. And he was there. He was Just coming out of the doctors office. A faint line of sweat was on his forehead and his head looked kind of messed up. As if he had been running a hand through it for hours. And his eyes barely met mine— until they did. He looked like trouble that was wrapped in a tired body. And that was all that it took. My knees felt weak. My stomach flipped over. And every memory of him started flooding back to me like I was watching a movie. “Hey,” he said quietly. His voice wasn’t sharp this time. “About earlier… I shouldn’t have walked out like that.”“It’s fine,” I said, but my stupid voice betrayed me — soft, shaky, too aware of him.His eyes
Chapter 2 Caleb’s pov I sat in that private therapy room like someone who lost his remote in the couch. Restless. Annoyed. Scared. My mind was spinning like a broken fan.Today was my first session… with her.The one woman my brain refused to delete, even after everything I had been through.But how the hell was I supposed to bring her back into my world?A world full of scars, nightmares, and pain I didn’t even want to look at myself?She was soft. She was gentle. She was sunshine.I was… thunder after a hurricane.I slouched on the couch and let out a groan so loud the walls probably judged me.And then she walked in.Ah.Ahhh.There she was, swaying her hips like she came to teach gravity a lesson. Like she walked in on purpose to make my heartbeat forget its job.But today… she didn’t look at me.Not even once.She walked inside with her head down, glasses on, bag on her shoulder, clipboards in her hand—looking like an innocent nerd.But me? I knew the truth.The girl was a bomb
Chapter 1 Lena’s pov “Lena? Is that really you?”I turned my head very fast. My neck almost snapped. My hand was frozen halfway to my mouth. The paper cup of coffee that I was holding was shaking like the coffee inside was cold. But it was not the cold that was doing that. It was him. Caleb Hart.The man I once planned to marry.The man who went to war with a smile……and came back without it.I didn’t even answer the question. I just stared.Because—God—he was not the same boy I knew.He was broader. Harder. Muscles everywhere. His shoulders looked like he carried the whole world and it refused to get off. His jaw had grown sharp. His hair was a bit longer. Messy too. And that somehow made it to look even more dangerous. And the scars… one long one. It ran from his temple to his cheek. Another on his forearm. Another near his collarbone.He looked like a man who had fought death and told death to come again.My throat dried up completely.His eyes landed on me for only one second.







