Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Without even thinking, I tilt my hips forward and apply pressure against his fingers. This catches his attention. Ice-blue eyes instantly latch on to mine, riveting me in place with their lust and power. The tip of his finger opens me, and a blaze of excitement flares in his irises.
“You’re wet, Evie.”
His words shock me, almost level me. Am I really?
Callum presses deeper—only just—and confirms his statement. I feel it now, along with his touch, which ripples through me like a warm wave that goes all the way through my torso, up my neck, and peaks at the top of my skull like a shiver.
“Your body is ready,” he says. “And you will be too. Soon.”
“Callum…”
“Keep stroking my cock, Evie,” he says firmly. I realize I’ve stopped my hand movements and quickly start them again. His eyes narrow as he looks at me. I can see the pleasure he’s feeling reflected in the look on his face. And although I know he’s right—I’m not ready for what happens next—seeing him like this does make me feel good.
“Am I…am I doing it right?”
“You’re damn right you are.” He nods. “Just keep going and I’m going to come.”
“And what do I do then?”
“Just keep going,” he says, his voice growing strained. “I’ll take over when I need you to stop.”
I feel a rising anticipation in my chest as I continue stroking my hand up and down on Callum’s strong, firm, swollen manhood. His breath comes shallowly and quickly now. His abs contract, tighten, and hold. His hand curls around my butt, cups it, and holds strong.
“I’m close,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on me. “I’m coming, Evie. Go slow now.”
With his other hand, Callum grips the wrist I’m using to stroke him and guides my new rhythm. Between my fingers, I feel his shaft flex and expand and watch as the tip of his cock erupts and sprays white fluid like a geyser.
“Oh!” I cry out as it sprays high in front of my face then splashes down on Callum’s abs and thighs.
He grunts and sprays again, slightly lower this time, but still high and still a lot. I stroke him slower, lighter, and watch as he comes, his entire body flexing and contracting with the force of his orgasm—the orgasm that I’ve given him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand tightening on my butt, pulling me closer to him as the last of his release spills from the tip of his penis. He breathes a final sigh of relief and slumps back against the table. “Goddamn that was good.”
I look down at the mess he’s made all over himself and can’t stop myself from smiling. Sure, he made that mess, but in a way, I’m the one responsible.
And I like that.
“I did all right, boss?” I ask semi-sarcastically.
Callum sighs and looks over at me. “I find a hard time believing you’ve never done that before.”
“Well, believe it,” I reply. “Because I never have. You gonna make me clean that mess up now?”
I point to the mess he just made all over himself, but Callum just smiles and gets to his feet, takes me by the hand, and leads me across the room to a door. Through it is an enormous, elegant marble shower with showerheads everywhere. Callum turns on the water, and hot water rains down all over us. He turns to me, his muscles even more accentuated now that they’re wet, and eyes me up and down.
“Christ, you know how badly I want to claim you right now?” he asks as he soaps a loofa. For some reason, I take a step back from him as he steps toward me. He smiles as he reaches me and slowly begins washing me. “But I won’t do that. I know you’re not ready.”
He’s right, but again, I have a strange reaction to his comment.
“Oh, I’m not, huh?”
Callum smirks and pulls me to him. His cock, still swollen and thick, presses between my legs, giving me a hint of what’s to come. He shakes his head.
“Not yet.” He passes me the loofa. “Wash me now.”
I hate the fact that he’s even more gorgeous beneath the water.
I hate the fact that I was actually hoping he’d ask me to wash him because a big part of me really wants to.
And I hate the fact that I’m already picturing what it would be like if he actually chose to claim me right here and now because a big part of me really wants that too.
Chapter Five
Callum
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I wake up in a daze.
What was yesterday? The most intimate, most relaxing and incredible time I’ve ever spent with a woman, and we didn’t even have sex. Didn’t even seal the deal. Now that’s a miracle.
The shower afterwards where we washed and dried each other was absolute magic. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into when I brought her here, but I had no idea. It’s almost like she was made for me—made to be here. There’s absolutely no way I can give her her money now; she’ll just leave me. But if I let her get too close to me, let my enemies see how important she is to me, I’ll just create a liability for myself, and that will mean putting her in danger.