“Daddy!” Sean yells again.
Callie drags me to where my son is wa
iting. He’s missed her this week, too.
“Fuck,” I groan as Callie runs her tongue along my dick. When her eyes look up at mine, I reach for her hair. “Your mouth… I fucking missed this.”
She sucks me in deep, towards her throat.
Jesus.
The woman is talented.
I steady my other hand on her head while I listen to the sounds her mouth makes.
Fuck, I’m about to blow.
I grip her hair hard.
My ass tenses and I groan again as I come. She swallows every last drop before rising from the floor. Trailing her fingers up my body and pressing kisses as she goes, she finally stands and our eyes meet.
Licking her lips, she says, “I’ve missed your cock this week.”
I pull her to me, our eyes meeting. “Are you any closer to finalising your lease?”
She bites her lip and her eyes shift away from mine. All classic Callie signs that what’s about to come out of her mouth may be censored. Not that she lies, but she’s been known to fudge the truth a little. “They still haven’t given me a date.”
I tighten my grip on her. “Bullshit.”
Her eyes find mine again and I take in the flare of surprise there. “I’m not lying to you, Luke. They’re being dicks about it.”
I shake my head. “No, there’s something more here, Callie. You’ve been acting weird all week and I want to know what’s going on.”
Her eyes dart away again.
Fuck.
She looks back at me. “Honestly, the landlord doesn’t want me to break my lease. He was okay at first but he’s turned assholey and is slowing down the communication between him and the real estate. We had someone interested but he had some questions for the landlord who took two days to get back to him. By that stage, he’d found somewhere else. It’s pissing me off.”
“Why’s he being such a dick?”
“Something about not wanting to let a good tenant go or some shit. He offered me a rent reduction to stay.” She loops her arms around me and presses hard against my body. “I just wanna get out of there and be here all the time. Promise.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I believe you, but I also know there’s something else going on with you. And I want you to tell me now what it is. We’re not moving until you do.”
Her eyes widen a little. And then she pushes her hands against my chest. “Now you’re being dramatic. There’s nothing else besides a little work stress.”
She tries to move out of my embrace but I fight against her. “I’m not being dramatic and we both know it.” Her reaction is only reinforcing my thoughts that she’s been avoiding me this week or keeping something from me. She hasn’t seemed quite as eager to see me or quite as quick to return my calls. I need to know what’s going on.
“Yes, you are. Let me go.” When I still refuse, she raises her voice. “Luke!”
I finally let her go and rake my fingers through my hair. She bends to retrieve her T-shirt and slips it over her head. I frown. “What are you doing?”
Without looking at me, she continues retrieving her clothes and dressing. “I’m getting dressed.”
“Jesus, Callie, I can see that, but why?”
Straightening to pull her shorts up, anger flashes back at me. “You’re clearly not going to fuck me, so I may as well put my clothes back on.” Once she does her shorts up, she says, “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want something?”