Wrapping her mouth around his cock, elicited a moan out of him. She moved slow. Intentional. Teasing the line between control and surrender, between giving him what he needed and making him wait for it. His grip tightened slightly, his other hand bracing against the seat as tension coiled tighter and tighter in his body.
The car hummed softly around them, the city lights flickering through the tinted glass, but inside—everything narrowed to the space between them. To the heat. The closeness. The way he was unraveling under her touch.
Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked his cock, bringing it to the end of her throat, bumping against it, making him tighten the grip onher hair even more. Fuck, she loved it. The power she felt, and yet, still being at his mercy.
“Careful…” he muttered, voice low, strained, though there was no real resistance in it. Just awareness. Just that edge.
She didn’t answer. Just kept going, slow and steady, watching him fall apart piece by piece.
“I’m coming,” he warned her. She wasn’t going to stop, she wanted to take every single last drop of him. And when the salty taste entered her mouth, she sucked even more. Callum took a sharp inhale, a low groan he tried to swallow down, his head tipping forward, forehead almost brushing hers as the tension subsided.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then Alejandra pulled back slightly, lips curving into something wicked, satisfied, as she licked her lips, her eyes still locked on his.
“You’re such a tease.” Breath still uneven, dragging a hand down his face.
“Feeling calmer?” she asked, voice light, but her gaze knowing.
“Fuck yeah.” He exhaled, letting his head fall back again, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “You always know exactly how to take the edge off.”
They both laughed—soft, easy, like the storm had passed.
But the air between them didn’t cool.
If anything, it shifted. She didn’t protest as his hand pulled down her pants, pulled to the side her panties, and took possession of her pussy. He started mapping her out like he already knew every reaction she’d give him. And he did. The way her breath caught. The way her body leaned into him without thinking as her legs parted even more and he entered two fingers into her.
“Brenhines…” he murmured against her lips this time, closing the distance, swallowing every sound she tried to make. The kiss was slow at first. Then not.
His touch turned precise, building her up the same way she had done to him—patient, controlled, relentless in its own quiet way. Her fingers curled into his shirt, clutching, her body tightening as she tried to stay quiet, to keep it contained.
He didn’t let her.
Not completely.
With his other hand he found her nipple and played with it, as he pumped into her and teased her clit. She loved it, how she could still feel powerful when she was completely at his mercy. How she trusted him with everything, and how he understood her body.
“Come, now,” he ordered as her entire body tensed and then released, dancing stars in her eyes.
By the time the car slowed near his building, her head was resting against his shoulder, breath uneven, lips parted, his hand still lazily tracing patterns against her skin like he wasn’t quite done yet. Like he never really was.
“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Much better.”
And the smirk she gave him back promised they were far from finished. She couldn’t wait to keep his mind busy until the freaking appointment with the lawyer.
61
CALLUM
Umore Marea - Bresh
He had spentyears walking through offices like that lawyer's, and in that time, he'd sent Thomas Whitmore to prison and helped bankrupt at least fifty companies pretending to be green while they were just greenwashing. But now, in that office, one that looked so much like his own, he was nervous.
Alejandra sat next to him. She wore a yellow linen dress, boots with chunky heels, and a suede jacket thrown over her shoulders. Her wild black hair was tamed only slightly, a single braid falling between soft waves. She looked effortlessly sexy, still completely herself, just a little more put together. Though, if he was honest, her wilder version was the one he adored the most.
"Do you think she'll come?" Alejandra asked, fiddling with her rings. Apparently, she was nervous too.
"We'll see. The appointment was for ten. It's five to," he replied, glancing at his watch.
