CALEB

"We'll see about that, Dr. Vance," she whispered.

"You can call me Caleb." I wanted to hear her say my name badly. I could already imagine how it would sound in the heat of a moment—even better, how it would sound moaned against my skin.

"Alright." My eyes dropped to her lips. She had a soft pink shade on, and they looked wet, slick with a layer of lip gloss that caught the light of the lounge. "Caleb."

My breath hitched as my name rolled off her tongue. It sounded exactly the way I hoped it would.

She stood up and left. I kept my eyes on her throughout...