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She wears my hand like a necklace around her throat as I hold her still against the wall at her back and push into her in one forceful stroke.

She cries out and I hope the noise of the restaurant on the other side of that door drowns it out because there is nothing that’s going to fucking stop me now.

Nothing.

“Goddamn it, Collins,” I groan as I’m overcome by the tight, wet heat of her pussy.

It’s the heaven I’ve obsessed over and the hell I’ll drag myself through just to feel again.

Her pulse thunders against my fingers at her throat. I lean forward and kiss her again as I start to move.

She moans words against my mouth. God. Yes. Callahan. So good. Please. Deeper.

Each word spurs me on as our foreheads rest against one another and our bodies become one.

I fuck her.

There are no niceties. No commands. No sweet words. Just the need and the greed and an urgency like I’ve never felt before.

Her fingernails dig into the wrist of my hand at her throat and her pussy squeezes tighter around my cock with each push.

“Collins,” I groan as my balls pull tight and my dick grows harder.

“Come for me,” she demands in her rasp of a voice.

And those three words fucking undo me. I lose all thought, all sense of where I am. All I can see is her. All I can feel is the crazed man she’s made me. All I know is that I can’t wait to fucking do it all over again.

“Mine,” I murmur against her lips as I breathe her exhale as my next inhale. “Fucking mine.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Sutton

My head spins as I walk back to the table and try to fathom what the hell just happened.

The urgency. The ownership. The high of the act when getting caught was a possibility.

But more than anything, it was the look in Callahan’s eyes and the emotion in his voice.

I’m not naïve to know that a lot of it was jealousy over the fact that he saw me with his brother, but there was something else there. Something more.

Wanting there to be an us.

And after thinking I screwed things up last night with my oversharing, I’ll gladly take it. Gladly take him.

I’m on a high. From the sex. From his admission. From finally knowing there is in fact, something between us.

Now, if I can only make it through this dinner with Ledger without him knowing anything that happened over the past seven minutes.

“Ledger. Sorry. A staff member pulled me away on the way to the restroom to ask a question.” I offer a polite smile as I sit down, my thighs still quivering from Callahan.

“Nothing serious, I hope.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“You sure? You look flushed.”

My laugh is tinged with nerves. So much for trying to hide it. “Yes, I’m fine. I had to jog over to my office real quick and grab a key. Someone lost theirs and—” I shake my head. “You know what? It’s not important. It’s taken care of and I’m back.” I offer a smile and hope it looks genuine.