Black Promise (Obsidian 3)

Now that things were heating up, I understood the error of my ways. When he kissed me like that, it always led to passionate sex. It was inappropriate for the office, but Calloway wasn’t the type of man to care about professional conduct.

He undid his belt and zipper so his cock could be free. My dress was yanked up, and my panties were pulled to the side. He adjusted my hips and pulled me onto his length, making me slide down until I reached his balls. He pressed his face into my neck and kissed me, his chest rising with the deep breath he took. “Fuck yeah…” His hands returned to my ass, and he guided my hips in just the right way, making me sheathe his length over and over.

The second he was inside me, I forgot about the rules we were breaking and what the consequences would be if someone walked inside. I watched the desire take over his face, the intensity grow in his eyes, and I was lost.

He nicked my collarbone with his teeth then nibbled on my earlobe, his breath warm and seductive. He touched me everywhere before his hand migrated to the area between my legs. He rubbed my clit aggressively, giving me more pleasure than I needed.

I bit my lip so I would remain quiet. His secretary was right outside his door, and I didn’t want to embarrass us both for all eternity. But with every touch and every kiss, he was making it impossible for me to stay quiet. I was used to the luxury of privacy, of being able to scream as loud as I wanted when he made me come.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He spoke into my ear, his cock thrusting deep inside me.

I buried my face into his neck and dug my nails into his fine suit. The climax rocked through me so hard it was practically painful. I bit his shoulder as I stifled my moans, feeling my pussy drench his throbbing cock.

“Sweetheart…” He pumped into me a few more times before he found his own release. He was silent, unlike me. He exerted his tension by gripping me tighter, holding on to me so tightly he nearly squeezed the air out of my lungs. His cock continued to move inside me, slowly coming to a stop as he finished giving me all of his come.

I didn’t want to move because I was comfortable against his chest, his cock softening inside me. “Looks like I can’t come in here anymore.”

He brushed a kiss against my hairline. “No. Now I want you in here every day.”

I haven’t seen you in, like, a million years. Christopher’s message popped up on my phone.

Sounds like you miss me.

Nope. Never said such a thing.

Then why are you texting me?

Geez, just wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner.

I sat in the back seat of the car with a smile on my face. So you do miss me. I knew it.

Hell no. So, are we doing this or not?

I chuckled because Christopher wasn’t nearly as sly as he made himself out to be. Sure. I can meet you in fifteen minutes.

I’ll swing by the house and pick you up.

Christopher never offered anything like that, and I knew it was because he was still worried about me. Hank hadn’t made a single appearance in weeks. I was pretty certain he was no longer a problem. But I didn’t tell Christopher otherwise because Calloway would just bring me there anyway if Christopher didn’t escort me. I had to pick one or the other. Okay.

Calloway looked out the window and didn’t ask who I was texting. He was the jealous type, but he never went through my things or questioned what I was doing. I appreciated that respect, and I gave the respect back to him. “Christopher is going to be at the house in fifteen minutes. Wants to take me to dinner.”

“Did he mean to text someone else?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes. “He misses me. I can tell.”

“Or he just wants something.”

“I doubt it. Christopher isn’t really the type of person to ask for anything.”

“Wow. Then maybe he actually does like you. Fooled me.”

I smacked his forearm playfully. “Shut up.”

He chuckled then grabbed my thigh, his knuckles pronounced and muscular. He gave me a sexy squeeze, implying what he could with his hands if I stayed in for the night. “How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. Depends on Christopher’s tolerance.”

He laughed. “Then you’ll be home in an hour, tops.”

I smacked his arm again.

“Long time, no see.” He looked me up and down. “But you’re still hideous, so I guess some things never change.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re paying for dinner now.”

“Fine with me. I was gonna treat you anyway.” He turned to Calloway and shook his head. “You doing okay with this monster living in your house?”