Caleb's POV
The purpose of my visit to this room vanished from my mind the moment I laid eyes on Jessica. She was completely exposed, her legs spread wide in my direction, giving me an unobstructed view. Her cheeks burned with a deep flush, her eyelids heavy with desire, and she appeared lost in waves of pleasure. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink, dampened with perspiration.
"Caleb?" Her voice emerged rough and breathless. "What are you doing here?" Despite her question, she made no effort to shield herself or remove the device she was using.
This woman was slowly destroying my sanity.
I raised the papers in my grip, struggling to maintain a neutral expression and hide how deeply this scene affected me. "These documents require your signature."
She fixed me with a look that suggested she wanted to strike me. "Set them on the nightstand. I'll handle it later."
