Caleb Coffee Nudes Novels & Stories

"Met someone a few days ago. She's been texting." The pancake on my plate suddenly looks unappetizing. I set the syrup bottle down and watch it drip off the edge of the stack, pooling on the ceramic plate. "Which one?" Callum asks, and there's a grin in his voice. "The blonde from the club? Or the redhead from the fundraiser?" "Brunette, actually." Caleb takes a sip of his coffee. His knee hasn't moved. It's still pressed against mine, warm and solid, even as he talks about another woman. "Name's Jade. She's a yoga instructor."

Tonight, the hatred was a living thing, breathing between them in the cramped laundry room of their shared house. "Hey princess," Caleb growled, his tall frame blocking the doorway. He was shirtless, just a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips and a towel slung over one shoulder. His chest was all lean muscle and a sleeve of tattoos that swirled down his right arm. He looked exactly like the trouble he was. “Wash this,” he threw a white blanket at her and she dodged it. Maya was bent over the dryer, pulling out a basket of warm towels. She didn't turn around.

“What -what are you doing, Kaleb? No! I don’t want to have sex!” “Who says we are going to have sex?” Kaleb reacted. He threw his shirt on the couch and grabbed a reviewer on Scarlett's desk. “We are going to review!” Pointing at him with her hand, she sought, “And how are we going to review together?” A sly grin became painted on his face when he replied, “The sexy way.” Half naked, Kaleb held the reviewer up. He pointed to his lips and said, “This is option A.” He referred to his left nipple and said, “This is option B.” To his right nipple, he said, “Option C.”

He welcomed the solitude, earbuds in with a mellow playlist, focusing on latte art to clear his head. The bell jingled around 10:30. Ethan looked up from foaming oat milk. Caleb. He stood at the counter, hands in pockets, expression hesitant. No gym bag or backpack just him, in a simple black hoodie and jeans, hair slightly tousled like he'd walked fast. Ethan's stomach flipped. He pulled out one earbud. "What can I get you?" Caleb stepped closer, eyes scanning the menu board though Ethan suspected he already knew. "Large black coffee. Room for cream."

Now, when it's almost time for bed, I'm trying to focus on N*****x and the piece of ice cream I have in my bottle cap, but. Caleb is working out further away from the TV. He is standing up, curling weights shirtless. A sheen of sweat coats his tanned body. His ass is plump inside his boxer briefs, and I'm trying so hard not to look, but damn, he is hella fine! Caleb chuckles. "You know, even if you're tiny, I can see that you're looking at me, Teacup." A maddening blush burns my face. "I'm totally focusing on the TV... I love watching Iron Chef!"

When she noticed how restless I have been, she convinced me to send Caleb a nude, I was high as fuck, and before I could get the courage to send it, to be honest, he hasn't even messaged me since. After sending it, he read the message immediately and didn't give me a reply, so after a few hours, I deleted the message. “What do you mean I should calm down, he isn't like this, he can't even stay without me,” I growled at Theresa, who seemed unbothered about the whole thing. “I helped you send the nude, I even took the pictures for you, probably you weren't hot enough for him and he noticed it after seeing your pictures,” She giggled, but it didn't sound funny

Caleb whispered back, earning him two pairs of curious eyes and quirked eyebrows. "What?" uncomfortable with the way the two girls looks at him, he glared at them. "Boys boys boys" Cristy shakes her head while playfully glaring at him. "I'm a normal guy" he defends. The model is all over print and electronic ads wearing skimpy lingerie and swimwear. "Yes, of course, Caleb, you are" Lia teasingly wink at him. Shaking his head at the two girls, he focused on reading the chart. "If that hurt me a little, I swear you will say goodbye to your job not only here but anywhere in the country!"

I swallowed hard, and forced down the bile. “Give me a minute.” I called out. I grabbed a toothbrush and scrubbed my tongue until it almost bled. Then I pulled my silk robe around me and unlocked the door. Caleb was standing there, holding a china cup. He was all put together in a navy suit, his hair perfect, like some picture of a concerned, loving fianće. “You look… tired.” He looked at my face as he held out the coffee. The steam drifted toward me. It smelled like tires burning.

I mean if you are going to get yelled at, might as well make it worth your while. Anyway, I do think Xena is right about discussing things over lunch. We both will get some time to think clearly. I head to my desk and start replying to a few pending emails. After an hour or so of typing away on my laptop, I feel the smell of coffee consume me. I look up from my laptop to see Caleb walking towards me with two coffees. "Hey, I hope I am not bothering you." Caleb greets me with a charming smile. "Absolutely not," I smile back instantly. Not gonna lie, Caleb can be pretty easy on the eye. His smooth, clean-shaven face and his well-fitting formal attire are definitely not something I can ever com

It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits. Caleb Harlan, the camp's most popular badboy. He moved about with that smirk he wore on his face, one that said he heard every sermon on temptation but was till hell bent on being a tempter. Caleb was the guy smuggling in candy bars that tasted like forbidden heaven, telling ghost stories that caused the little ones to shiver in fear and flirting like it was his job.