Caleb Coffee Nudes Novels & Stories

I told them about my job (freelance graphic designer, mostly remote, sometimes chaotic. The whole time, the tension coiled tighter. Every time Caleb reached for his beer, his arm brushed my breast. Every time Liam passed me a container, his fingers lingered on mine. By the time the food was gone and the second six-pack was half-empty, I was wet and aching and trying so hard to act normal. Caleb stretched, arms over his head, abs flexing in a way that should’ve been illegal. “I’m hitting the shower,” he said, standing. He looked down at me, something dark and hungry in his eyes. “Don’t wait up.”

The next morning, our apartment smelled like coffee and sex. I woke up sore in the best way possible, Caleb’s arm draped possessively over my waist and his cum still dried on my inner thighs from last night’s second, off-camera round. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head — the way he’d looked at me when the camera was off, like he wasn’t sure where the acting ended and we began. I slipped out of bed and checked our anonymous OnlyFans page on my laptop. My stomach flipped.

Clothes rustled and Frost’s sickly sweet voice drifted near. “I know you’ll be gone the moment Luna wakes… but I just hope she wakes soon, so she can properly handle her duties as Luna.” “No,” Caleb said coldly, gripping my chin hard enough to hurt. “I don’t need a mate who would threaten my position. She just needs to stay the perfect Luna—lying here in silence, scaring off rogues with her name, but never stealing my spotlight.” My stomach twisted and my throat burned, but thank goddess, after all these years without food, there was nothing left for me to throw up now.

Caleb’s POV The second I got those pictures from Nora, my stomach turned. Carmen and Blake again. I didn’t want to believe it. I hoped it was just bad lighting and worse angles. But then I checked Carmen’s I*******m, and there it was. A coffee cup. Not just any coffee cup the same limited-edition one Blake always flaunts on his stories like it’s a trophy. So I came here. No calls, no heads-up. Just showed up.

It wasn’t like I had energy to pretend modesty in this heat. Room eleven’s door was propped open with a shoe when I walked up, and he was waiting there, leaning against the frame. And God, he was gorgeous. Caleb was tall, shirtless, sweat slicking his chest and abs, jeans slung low on his hips. His dark hair was damp at the temples, sticking slightly, and his mouth curved into a slow, knowing grin as his eyes dragged over me. “Well, damn,” he said. “Didn’t think the heat would deliver me a goddess.”

Caleb teased with a smirk as he picked up the cup of hot coffee on the table. "Yeah, it's the second one," he was taking a sip of his coffee but as soon as I spoke, he spat it all out. "What?!" His eyes bulged out as he gazed at me in disbelief. "You're joking right?" He asked just to be sure but the gaze that I was giving was just too firm to be a lie. "Are you serious, who's the lucky girl? I want to meet her," Caleb couldn't hide his excitement. He was a very good Alpha who worked hard to ensure everyone was happy.

This was Caleb, my dad’s best friend, the man who had known me for years, and now I was standing naked in front of him in his private office lounge ready to let him take complete control. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was doing this but the bigger part didn’t want to stop. Caleb’s eyes locked onto mine with that intense look that made my stomach flip. “Good girl. Then we do this properly. Take your tank top off slowly. Eyes on me the entire time. Let me watch every second.” My fingers trembled as I grabbed the hem and pulled the fabric up inch by inch until my breasts were bare in the warm light. My nipples tightened right away from the air and from the way he stared. “Like this Sir?”

“Who goes around preparing fucking fireworks for business partners?” Caleb shrugged, stuffing his hands into his swimming shorts. He looked like a surfer with his sun-bleached blonde hair and washboard abs. Many, many girls—including my assistant upstairs in our suite—would kill to have someone that looked like Caleb Langley and held as much power as he did pay as much attention to them as he did me. But it just rubbed me the wrong way. I couldn’t look at him and not think about Kade—and all the ways they were different.

“Since you’re here, I figured I should be working too. That way at least I get to see you.” I rolled my eyes. This guy was obviously a huge flirt and I wouldn’t fall for his charm. “You really should be saving all those charms for your future mate.” I shook my head and then approached Caleb who pointed his fingers to one cup of Americano and one cup of caramel latte on the island ready to be served. I put down my tray and placed both cups carefully on top of the tray.

Show me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. I leaned back against the window, sliding my knees apart, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I let one hand drift between my legs, fingers teasing the place where I was already soaked for him. My other hand snapped a photo. I sent it. Seconds later, another photo flashed on my screen: Caleb, bare-chested, hand wrapped around his cock, already hard, the head slick and flushed. He wasn’t shy about it. If anything, he wanted me to see every inch.