The room grows fuzzy, my pulse skyrockets, and sweat beads down my spine. My knuckles are white. I’m barely able to stand, watching her work me as if she’s done it for years.
I push myself to look anywhere but at her, but the need to watch her takes hold, too strong for me to fight. And as I glance down and see her doe eyes looking up at me, something hits me in the chest.
This isn’t just sex.
I’ve been a fool to think this is some transactional swap between us. Because I’m already thinking about picking her up after this, laying her down on my bed, and eating her out. Making sure she gets hers. And that’s not me. She’s found something inside me I didn’t think existed.
The thought snaps something in me.
I’m gone.
My head drops back, my chest heaves, and every nerve in my body lights up like a switchboard.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, but she doesn’t move, continuing to work me over. “Shit… Callie… fuck… God.” I’m a mumbling mess until my balls draw up, and I jolt forward, catching myself on the corner of the dresser for the millionth time.
My release barrels up my shaft, and she doesn’t move, swallowing me down. After she’s done, she licks my dick while her hooded eyes stare up at me.
When the orgasm fog clears, I’m still in the same position with one hand on the dresser and one in her hair.
Callie slowly rises, hands sliding up my thighs, then my waist, and she presses her cheek to my stomach for half a second, trailing kisses the rest of the way.
I’m completely wrecked for this woman. There’s no denying it anymore.
I place my hand on the back of her neck and taste myself on her tongue. She ends our kiss too fast for my liking.
“You okay?”
I’m pretty sure she’s asking about the orgasm, but I can’t help but relate it to her presence in my life. I laugh breathlessly. “No.”
Her eyes soften. “Good.” Then she smacks my ass. “Now you have a game to play.”
She steps back, but I grab her hand, pulling her into me, kissing her one last time.
“You’ll be in the stands?” I ask, already knowing she will be, but for some reason, today it seems more important.
“I’ll be there waiting for ‘Crazy Train’ to blare out of the speakers.”
I rest my forehead on hers, unable to stop my smile, because I’m starting to want things that are really dangerous, but I can’t seem to stop myself from taking them—even if they’re only temporary.
The buzzer rings in my condo.
“I think you’re being summoned,” she says.
I draw back from her and soak in the sight of her in blue lacy lingerie. “You’re going to wear that again tonight, right? So I can take it off of you?”
“Do you need a lesson on how to undress a woman?”
“Yeah, I always fumble my way through it.”
She laughs. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but these panties are really wet right now. I should probably change them.”
My dick perks up. “Shit, Callie, I’m hard again.”
She laughs again and turns toward the door, stopping in the doorway. “Good luck, Reaper.” She winks, and I bite my lip while watching her leave.
Jax was wrong. I’m not smitten—I’m obsessed.
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