“Yes,” she said through her heavy breathing. Her nails dug into mine, and she looked straight into my eyes, watching my expression just as I was watching hers. “I like watching you come…”
“How ironic. I love watching you.” I thrust into her harder, crashing my headboard into the wall and nearly snapping it in two. My body pressed her into the mattress, rumpling the sheets with our movements. Sweat covered us both, but the sensation was worth every minute of the exertion.
I kissed her hard, bruising her lips with mine. Together, we breathed as one, taking as much of each other as we could. My mouth treasured her everywhere, moving to her neck and her succulent nipples. When my mouth touched hers again, she came once more.
The second I felt her tighten around me, I let myself go.
I locked my eyes with hers and came with a groan, releasing with her at the exact same time. I shoved my length deep inside her, wanting to make sure she got every single drop. There was nothing sexier than sleeping next to the woman I just pumped full of my seed.
She slowly came down from her high, her fingertips moving through my damp hair. Her ankles locked together, and it didn’t seem like she wanted me to pull away anytime soon. Her nipples slowly softened, and the sweat on her chest looked lickable. “I wish we could do this all day, every day.”
Those words lit me on fire once again. Instead of pulling out and hopping into the shower, I wanted to stay right there. “We can do this all night.” I licked her sweat away, tasting the salt on my lips, and once again, I was hard.
She dragged her nails down my back, nearly slicing me open as I thrust into her again. “God, Calloway… Where have you been all my life?”
I kissed the corner of her mouth as I rocked into her. “Waiting for you.”
I met Rome for lunch.
Looking sexy as hell in a tight pencil skirt and a skintight pink blouse, she nearly made my jaw drop. Somehow, she looked just as sexy with clothes on as she did when they were on my bedroom floor. Her slender legs looked toned in the stilettos she wore. Absolutely breathtaking, she walked into that restaurant without any clue how many men were staring at her.
When she spotted me at the table, she walked over to join me.
I nearly forgot to rise to my feet to greet her. I was hoping she would sit in my lap instead. “Hey, sweetheart.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and gave her a kiss that was considered PG.
“Hey, Sexy.” That’s how she always addressed me, and it was my favorite nickname I’d ever been given.
I pulled out her chair and sat across from her, all logic and reasoning going out the window. All I could think about was how perky her tits looked today. Her sexy bra made her rack look incredible. The hollow of her throat looked like it needed my tongue’s attention. Actually, her entire body looked like it needed my attention.
“You always look at me like that.” She grabbed the menu and lowered her gaze to read it.
I didn’t pretend I didn’t know what she was talking about. I owned up to it like a man. “Because I’m obsessed with you.” What was the point in sugarcoating it at this point? Ever since she slapped me in that bar, I’d been hard up. It didn’t matter how many times we fucked, or how much furniture we fucked on, I still wanted more of her.
“Every time you look at me?” She looked up at me again, her eyes flirtatious.
“And every time I’m not looking at you.”
The corner of her lips rose in a smile.
“I’d fuck you right now if it weren’t illegal.”
“Too bad,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a public place.”
My eyes narrowed as she teased me. It was arousing, but that was dangerous for her. I could take her in the bathroom right now, not giving a damn who was in the next stall. “Careful, sweetheart. I’ll make that happen right now if you keep this up.”
The tension rose between us, palpable and scorching. Her leg moved to mine under the table, and she brushed up against me seductively, wanting my enormous cock inside her right then and there.
I did my best to ignore my raging hard-on in my slacks.
Fortunately, the waitress came to our table and dimmed the mood. Once the food and drinks were ordered, she left us alone.
I watched Rome’s beautiful face, wanting to wrap her brown hair around my fist until I had a good hold on her. Fantasies came into my mind, each one of them involving rope, chains, and my palm. She was obedient, doing as I asked without hesitation. She didn’t meet my gaze until I commanded her to. She only referred to me as Sir.