When the bell dings, Callum pulls back, and we realize—mercifully—that we've made it up to our floor without any other riders. Callum bends down and sweeps me up in a bridal carry, causing me to squeal softly in surprise as he hurriedly carries me to our room. I slip my hand into his back pocket and slide the key card in, unlocking our door.
Callum carries me into the room, kissing me once more as he expertly navigates us to the bedroom. He gently kicks open the door and pulls back, smiling at the room. I follow his gaze and gasp softly.
The room is not how we left it a couple of hours ago. There's a bunch of little LED candles strategically placed around the room—safe and also cozy. Rose petals are scattered on the bed, and the lights are dimmed low.
It's so romantic, sweet, and perfect, and I can't believe he did this. Actually, no, I can.
It's Callum.
"How did yo—"
"Asked Michael for a favor," he murmurs, kissing my cheek. "I didn't want to be presumptuous, but I had hoped—"
I cut him off with a kiss.
"I'm just glad we're on the same page," I giggle against hismouth. "We always seem to be."
"We really do," says, nuzzling his nose against mine.
He places me down on the edge of the bed and then kneels in front of me, gently undoing my shoes and pulling them off. While my shoes were pretty comfortable, my feet are still sore after hours on them walking and dancing—beauty is pain, after all.
Callum sees me flex my pink-painted toes and grimace, and his big, warm hands cover my feet, gently massaging them.
I moan softly at how wonderful it feels, and Callum's eyes grow a little heavy, "God, thatsound."
"There's more where that came from," I pat the bed to get him on it.
Laughing, he stands up and kicks off his own shoes. I kneel on the bed and reach up to undo his tie, tossing it across the room as he takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt.
When he finally stands bare from the waist up in front of me, I can't help but reach out to touch him, marveling at the sight of his chest, his dark hair, and the muscles tensing under my touch.
Gently helping me stand from the bed, he places his hands on my hips and spins me around. Kissing my exposed shoulder, his hands trail up my back and pull down the zipper of my dress. It falls to the floor and pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my nude, lacy thong.
Callum's sharp intake of breath tells me that he likes what he sees.
Turning around to face him, I see Callum's pupils blown wide as he takes me in from head to toe.
"Sweet girl..." he rumbles.
Bending down to accommodate our height difference, he caresses his hands on my hips, over my ass, his warm touch causing my nipples to tighten at the sensation, until he slides his hands under my thighs and lifts. My legs wrap immediatelyaround his waist as he walks us back to bed and lays me down. So tenderly, he reaches up and pulls off my wig, carefully placing it on the wig stand.
The heat, want, and love in his eyes don't dissipate when he turns back to me. I don't feel self-conscious about my lack of hair around him anymore. Not when he's looking at me like that.
In this moment, in every moment with him, I truly feel powerful, sexy, and desired.
He undoes his belt, pants, and pulls them and his boxers down together. I lean back on my hands and just let my eyes trail over his beautiful body.
God, he's...something else.
From his broad chest, his big arms, his thick legs, all the way to his feet—he's so strong and so sturdy.
Immovable. Powerful.
Moving my eyes down, I bite my lip. His cock is a perfect length, not too long, but thick just like the rest of him. It felt so good in my mouth, and I felt so good that I could give him that pleasure.
And honestly, I felt possessive and proud that I was the first to do so.
Callum stands fully erect, pointing right at me, as if it's giving him a clue where to go.
