Callie moans and thrusts her hips up.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling out and then pushing into her warm center, again and again. I won’t let myself come until she does again, no matter what, but I don’t have to wait long. Soon she’s screaming and arching her back, and just as her pleasure is fading, mine explodes out of me, and I swear she comes again on my cock.
I prop myself up on my elbows, panting. I kiss her mouth.
“You’re amazing, Calliope,” I whisper.
“You too.” Her mouth curves into a lazy smile. “I almost forgot about the shit day.”
“Surely those two—three?” I look to her for confirmation, and she nods at three. “Okay, three orgasms at least partially made up for it.”
“Yeah. But can you cut me free now?”
I smirk up at her tied wrists.
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
And so I grab my knife from my duffel and set Callie free, then lie on my side next to her and pull her against my body. There are so many more things I want to do to this woman, and I don’t know how much time I have with her.
I don’t want to let her go. Not ever.
But that’s not what she wants, and it’s not right for me, either. I’m already so attached that I let my brother go off alone in New York City to stake out an incredibly dangerous target. I should stop this from happening—all of this—but I’m incapable of doing so.
Anyway, it’s too late.
I kiss the top of her head, and she wiggles further into me, her ass rubbing against my cock.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I slide my hand down her stomach and rub her clit slowly until she moans softly. “Oh, but you want that, sweetheart?”
“I do want that,” she says.
Instead of tying her up, this time I spread her legs from behind and slide my cock right into her wet heat.
“You are perfect, Callie.”
She lets out a soft huff and puts her hand over mine, pressing it down on her clit.
I fucking love this woman.
What?
Shit.
Yeah. I thought it, and now that I have, it’s perfectly clear. She’s never been just a client, not from the first night I laid eyes on her. She’s always beendifferent. Special. I wanted to pull her into my protective circle from the start. The rage I felt when Shane was talking to her tonight, when he fucking touched her. I would’ve killed him right then if she’d have let me. And the biggest evidence that I love her—I let Noah go alone tonight.
I am well and truly fucked.
I slowly move in and out of Callie, taking my time, massaging her as she moans and writhes against me. And as she comes and whispers my name, I know she’s it for me.
I’m in love with Callie.
My orgasm hits me hard. I don’t pull out right away, but keep her nestled against me, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She eventually pulls away and turns to face me. She traces the lines of my tattoos down my neck, over my biceps, forearms.
“My mom gave me her emerald ring as an early high school graduation present, that’s why it’s so important to me.” Callie’s face is relaxed, her eyelids heavy, like she’s talking to me as she falls asleep. “She died a month later.”
“I’m sorry, Callie.”
