His eyes flash up to mine.
“And what do you want?” I ask, my mouth dry. But nothing else is…
He doesn’t answer. Not with words. Instead, Callum tugs at the strap, letting it fall off my shoulder.
“Is this…is this a bad idea?” I whisper.
“Do you think it’s a bad idea?” His voice is low, hot, and smells like wine and cinnamon.
“It’s not part of the contract…”
“Maybe,” his hand traces down the hem of my dress, over the curve of my breast, making my breath tremble. “The contract stays at work. Same as Vegas stays in Vegas. And what happens here…that’s its own thing. That’s between you and me.”
I nod my head, and he pulls me against him, our mouths crashing together.
I moan against his lips as he works his jaw to part my lips, to find my tongue with his.
“I have to be honest with you,” he says in a gritty voice as his mouth wanders, showering my neck with kisses and going lower. “I think about this all the time.”
“About me?” I ask, arching my back so he will keep going. Meanwhile I tug on his shirt to untuck it and reach up inside.
I need to feel those abs on my hands.
“Yes, about you. Do you know how often you consume my mind?”
He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes tracing over my face, down my neck, over the swell of my breasts. It’s like I’m a dessert and he’s trying to decide which part of me to devour next.
His thumbs trace over my nipples, making them instantly hard under the sheer satin dress. “All…the…time…” Callum repeats and I moan.
“I think about you too,” I say, shuddering at his touch.
“Do you? Tell me what you think about,” he growls, his thumbs pressing harder, teasing my nipples with more aggression. “Tell me what you need.”
She lets out a breath. “I want you to fuck me…”
“Yes?”
“In your bed.”
“So, take me to my bedroom. And lose the clothes on the way.”
I know what he’s telling me to do. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. But I mean, if Callum can do a strip tease, I suppose I can too. I lock my eyes on his and then slowly turn around and wait.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asks.
“Nothing…it’s just…my dress. It unties in the back.”
It’s a corset back and while I can probably figure it out on my own, I think this would be a whole lot sexier if he did it for me.
Callum takes a step closer, and he moves my hair to the side. I feel his hot breath on my neck. His fingertips on my bare shoulders. My chest rises and falls jaggedly in anticipation. Then I feel him tug at the satin strings, pulling them until my dress is loose. He slips his hand inside, snaking it around my stomach and pulling me back against him.
Then he reaches down, his fingers finding my panties. I gasp as he uses his middle finger to trace the length of me from clit to entrance, down and up and down again. Then, he stops, pulling his hand out and stepping back.
Knees trembling from the contact, I take hold of the sides of the dress, pulling it down over my hips. I bend at the waist as I shove the dress to the floor. Then I come back up, knowing full well the way my ass looks with the motion. In nothing but heels, panties and a strapless bra, I step out of the dress and take a few steps.
Normally, I am not like this.
I wear cotton shorts and band t-shirts and pad around my place barefoot. But this place is different. It’s sleek and sexy and it makes me feel the same. I am not me when I am here in his space.
