Page 69 of The Bitter Words

“Enough.”

Another vague response. I should be used to them by now because they go with all the other changes Callum’s gone through in the last year and a half, but I’m not remotely used to them.

I pull down the baby changing table and put a paper towel down on it. “Are two lines okay?”

“Yep.” He pulls out a baggie out of his jeans pocket, dumps some blow out on the place I prepared, and holds out his little metal straw.

“Thanks.” I take it from him and snort the coke he put out for me. It doesn’t take but a minute for it to take effect. It’s strong and hits me fast. I give him the straw. “Do you want any more?”

“No, I’m good.” He peeks at the table. “There’s a little left. Don’t waste it.”

I wipe my nose. “You do it. That’s too much for me.”

“All right.” He finishes it and cleans up the area.

I’m about ready to leave the room, but he grabs me by the hips and turns me so he’s behind me and we’re both facing the mirror over the sink and counter.

He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses my neck. “Vixen, I need to be inside of you.”

“Callum, people are waiting to get in here.”

“Who cares? I want you, love. Let me take you right here.” He trails his hand down the curve of my waist and makes his way between my thighs.

I’m wearing a short, flowy black skirt. He moves the material of my dress up and works his fingers under my panties.

I suck in a breath and rest my head against him. “You’re right. They can wait.”

“That’s it, vixen. Give in to it.” He finds my clit, circles his fingers around it, and then dips them into me. “You’re already wet.”

“That’s what you do to me.”

“Right back at ya, love.”

“I make you wet?”

“You know what I mean.” He nips my shoulder and grinds his erection into my ass. “Feel how hard you make me. Every time I think of you, I get this way.”

I sink into his touch, rubbing up against him. He keeps me in place and watches my reflection as he works me into a frenzy.

He knows every inch of my body and exactly what I like. It doesn’t take long until I’m panting.

“It’s gotta be a quickie, Lily.” He reaches up my shirt and pinches one of my nipples. “You’ve got the best tits.”

“Callum, you should fuck me now.”

“Let me get a condom.”

“It’s okay. I just finished having my period. We’re safe to go without one.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m tracking my cycle and we’re good. I’m more than a week away from ovulating.”

“In that case, your wish is my command.” He bends me over the counter and undoes his jeans.

His length springs out from the hole in his boxer briefs. He pulls down my panties to my mid-thighs and buries himself in me.

I release a sigh of relief right as he groans. He keeps his gaze locked with mine in the reflection of the mirror.