It’s like a pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time kind of situation.
I shook my head at the random thought and refocused my attention on the beauty before me.She looked ready to detonate.
Seconds later, she was screaming my name, muffling her cries with her hand.Her back arched off my desk as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her perfect body.
She came down from the high of her orgasm and looked up at me.
I kissed her lips tenderly.“Need to fuck you now.”
“But it hasn’t been twelve-to-eighteen hours.”
I grabbed her hand and forced it to my rock-hard dick.“Does it feel like I need another twelve hours?”
Callie’s eyes darkened, and she started stroking me.
I sucked my breath through my teeth and flipped her onto her stomach.Her feet settled on the floor, leaving her upper body pressed into the desk.Gripping her hair in a tight fist, I shoved into her in one brutal thrust that had us both cursing.
I fucked her hard against my desk, just like I had pictured that very first day.
When we emerged from my office shortly after, Callie was still smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt.And despite my best efforts to tame my hair, I looked rumpled and freshly fucked.
Callie’s face turned ghostly white when she saw Gene striding down the hallway toward us.I nudged her toward the intersection that led to the staff cubicles.
“I’ll catch up with you in a sec.”
She nodded, lips set in a grim line.
I paused at that spot in the hallway.Straight ahead stood a miserable excuse for a sixty-three-year-old man.His wife had left him because he put the job first and her second, or third, or fourth—I wasn’t sure.And he took his misery out on those around him.
Before Callie showed up in my life again, I’d feared I was headed down the path to becoming Gene.Bitter and resentful toward the women who had burned me, throwing myself into work to fill a gaping hole that no job could ever satisfy.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and smiled at the thought.I knew where I wanted things to go with Callie, but nothing was guaranteed.Regardless of how things ended between us, I was grateful that she had reminded me of who I was.I, too, had ambitions.I was determined to transform this company into something amazing that would embrace the way our society was changing.We couldn’t afford stagnation; we needed to be in tune with the culture of new generations.And I wanted us to focus on projects that wouldhelppeople.
That would be the legacy I would leave.
Now only a few feet away, Gene sneered at me.“Better be careful, boy.We don’t need another one of your scandals.Why don’t you try keeping your dick in your pants for once?”
Let the dickhead say what he wanted.The mess with Heather was over—settled out of court and put to bed.And I didn’t have a single doubt about placing my trust in Callie.
“Maybe you just need to get laid, Gene.All work and no play makes for a prickly president.”
He shot me a withering glare.“I came to tell you the next board meeting is scheduled for June 10.Be prepared to present your proposal for the community development.”He spun on his heel and stormed down the hallway toward the elevators.
“That could have been an email, Gene!”I shouted after him, grin still firmly in place.
I can’t wait to fire him someday.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CALLIE
I hummedalong to the pop song blaring through my earbuds as I tidied up the apartment.Dust rag in hand, I was wiping down the coffee table when my phone buzzed in my back pocket.I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Mom.
I paused the music and swiped to answer.
“Hey, Mom!What’s up?”
