I'm a goddamned fool.
Caleb would have slammed his door except he didn't want Jasmine to come running and ask what was wrong. How could he tell her that what was wrong was his off the charts desire for her. A desire it had taken every bit of his self control to sit on for the past two weeks. How was it possible there was such a strong pull between them? He hadn't felt a damn thing for anyone for more than a year. He should have turned around and walked out that first day but instead he'd stayed and punished himself by wanting her with every cell in his body. He wanted to plunge himself inside her while he sucked on one of her n*****s. Would the tip be rosy pink or a deeper color?
Asshole that he was, he lay in this bed too many nights since he'd taken this gig and imagined her naked, he
