“I need to see it.”
Rocco draped an arm around Holland’s shoulders. “I’ll show you. Because, you know, I have five of them.”
We all laughed, and I looked at the three of them who had quickly become my family. My future was bright, and everything felt exactly as it should be.
***
The celebratory dinner we went to had gone on longer than intended, but we were just having too much fun. Rocco had told embarrassing stories about his own school days, and Holland had gushed about her new acting job, while Callan sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh under the table. By the time we got home, the exhaustion mixed with champagne had settled into me in a happy haze.
I kicked off my heels at the door, and Callan followed me in, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the railing.
“Today was amazing. I had the best time, and that food…oh my gosh, I won’t ever stop thinking about that salmon.”
He reached for me, pulling me against his chest. “I’ll take you back there next week. And any other week you desire.”
I pressed a kiss to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You’re the best.”
He studied me with a lazy smile, gently rubbing my back with one hand while he reached up with the other to cup my face. He stayed quiet for a while, letting the comfort of each other’s presence linger.
Then, after a while, he whispered, “I want to show you something.”
I tilted my head to the side in question.Another surprise?
He laced his fingers through mine and led me toward his studio. The door had been closed the past week, and I had been too busy to think about what was happening in there. I had seen a few people going in and out, carrying his equipment to their cars, but I assumed he was updating his gear or getting things repaired. So, I didn’t ask questions.
Now, though, I was getting nosy. “Did you get new equipment?”
He didn’t reply. He reached for the knob and turned it. Pushing open the door, he made me step inside. I needed a moment to realize what I was seeing. The room was completely transformed. There was no more industrial lighting, no more cameras or chairs. The black backdrops and large bed had vanished. In their place was a beautiful wooden desk right in front of the large window, a comfortable-looking leather armchair behind it, and shelves lined with books on either side of the room. My eyes lingered on the ceiling where a massive, breathtaking painting of the solar system was pictured.
“Oh…Callan,” I whispered. “This is…” The words got stuck in my throat as my eyes moved to the window where a professional telescope was perfectly positioned toward the night sky.
“It’s all yours,” he said quietly, letting me admire what he had done to this room.
“But…what about your studio?” I asked, unable to look away from the telescope.
“It’s gone. I haven’t worked in it in a while anyway.”
That was true. When he did work on a new movie, he went to the studio downtown. Or to Rocco’s. I finally turned to look at him, and the emotion I saw on his face mirrored my own. He wasn’t just proud of the room; he was proud of this moment, of this step we were taking.
“You did all this,” I whispered.
“I wanted you to have a place to write,” he said with a small shrug. “A place that was just for you. A place to look at the stars.”
I didn’t say anything else. Words wouldn’t have been enough anyway.
I closed the distance between us, rising onto my toes and pressing my lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, a thank you for everything he was and everything he had given me. But it quickly became passionate. His hands came up to cup my face, his thumbs stroking my jawline as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. My hands slid up his chest, grazing the hair at the nape of his neck. I parted my lips, and his tongue met mine in a slow and sensual motion that sent a jolt through my body.
I pulled back just enough to grab the hem of his shirt and tug it upward. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor. Turning me around, his hand went to the zipper of my dress, and he slowly pulled it down as his knuckles brushed against my spine. The dress pooled at my feet,leaving me in just my panties. I turned back around, and his eyes darkened with desire as he looked at me with that possessive glare.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Standing here like this. You’re all mine.”
“Show me,” I challenged as I got rid of my panties.
He didn’t hesitate and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes. He then guided me backward toward the small couch in the corner of the room. When he sat down, he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips as his erection pressed against my pussy. I rocked my hips against him, provoking a low groan from his throat.
“Feel that?” he asked, his hands gripping my waist. “That’s all for you. It’s always been for you.”
His mouth was on mine again, and his hands slid up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples until they were hard, and I arched into his touch, gasping softly as I continued to grind against him. Breaking the kiss, he looked at me the way I had looked at the room just minutes ago. He was in awe, and he made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the universe. He lifted me slightly, and I reached down to guide his cock to my entrance. He entered me slowly, stretching me, and filling me completely. I sucked in a breath, with my head falling back as a wave of pure pleasure washed over me.
