"So was that kiss in your hotel room."
"A momentary lapse in judgment."
"I'm proposing another one."I step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body."A more extended lapse."
His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb tracing my lower lip."We work together."
"Temporarily."
"I'm your boss."
"Technically."
"This complicates everything."
"Everything's already complicated," I whisper against his thumb.
That's all it takes.His mouth claims mine with a hunger that obliterates any remaining professional boundaries between us.
Unlike our first kiss—tentative, exploring—this one ignites instantly.
His hands tangle in my hair, disrupting Viktoria's careful styling, and I don't care in the slightest.
I'm pushed backward until my shoulders meet the doorframe, his body pressed against mine.My dress rustles as his hands find the slit at my thigh, tracing upward with deliberate slowness.
His body is all heat and hard muscle, crowding mine without apology, stealing every rational thought I have left.
"Tell me to stop," Callum murmurs against my neck, voice wrecked and dark.
"Don't you dare," I whisper back, hands fisting the front of his shirt like a lifeline.
His mouth finds mine again, rougher this time, kissing me like he’s trying to memorize every gasp, every sigh, every broken noise he pulls from my throat.
One large hand skims down my side, catching the slit of my dress, fingers tracing along the bare skin of my thigh.
Higher.Higher.
I whimper into his mouth when his hand slides between my legs, teasing the slick, aching heat he finds there.
“Christ,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine.“You’re already wet for me.”
My body jolts at the filthy reverence in his voice.
He doesn't waste time.
Two fingers slide through my folds, parting me with maddening, deliberate care, before circling my clit with a pressure that’s almost unbearable.
I arch against him helplessly, chasing the sensation, desperate.
"So impatient," he murmurs, teasing a second finger against my entrance.“Is this what you’ve been needing all night?”
"Callum," I gasp, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand.
"That’s it, darling," he says roughly."Let me have you."
He thrusts his fingers inside me, thick and sure, curling them just right, and my knees almost give out.
Only his body braced against mine keeps me upright.
