Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  Hugh chose a quiet spot, further away from the other dancers and a tad further from the band. He held me securely as we danced to the jazzy beat. “I heard Tango is up next.” He quirked his eyebrow as if to taunt me, challenging me. Those sky blues never left my face, but I could sense that he was somehow teasing me.

  Very well. I never backed out on a good challenge. “I love Tango.”

  His eyes danced with amusement. “Do you now? I can’t wait,” he retorted before he quickly got serious.

  Hugh studied me awhile before commenting on my eyes. “You know, if I’m not mistaken, your eyes are exactly like your Richard’s.”

  They were. It was one of the things that gave us away as siblings. “It was the only thing we had in common.”

  Hugh nodded. “That and that uncanny ability to make someone feel welcome. It’s strange really,” he thoughtfully said.

  “I make someone feel welcome and strange all at once? That’s some ability.”

  Hugh roared in laughter amidst our dancing. His laugh was so infectious that I went along with him, and for a few seconds, my troubles lifted away.

  When Hugh spoke again, I was taken by surprise.

  “I should’ve had Richard make me your conservator. I could guarantee you that I wouldn’t be such a bore as to take you to one of these functions.”

  I stilled, shocked. “You knew about that?”

  Who else did?

  Hugh easily confirmed it. “Yes, Richard was a good friend of mine. I do miss that bugger. He was a great friend. Truly brilliant fellow.” He became somber. His eyes had that far away look as if visualizing Richard in his mind.

  My brother was a good man. He wasn’t selfish and would dish out honesty over anything. He’d rather hurt your feelings instead of sugar coating anything to make you feel better. When I had problems, he never failed to be there for me. After our parents died, we mourned their losses, but he had to step up and into my father’s shoes. Juggling his new position, his social life and acting as a parent to me probably had been difficult for him, but never had I heard him complain a word about it.

  It hurt to remember him, but at the same time, it was good to remember him again. “Thank you,” I murmured, almost teary.

  “For what?”

  I tried to smile. “For talking about him the way you did. Not a lot of people do anymore. It’s good to hear about Richard, even if it still hurts to think about what happened.”

  “I suppose that’s why a lot of people try not to talk about it. It’s sad. It hurts, but that doesn’t mean we don’t think of him,” Hugh enlightened.

  It was then that I wondered how Callum coped with my brother’s loss. He spoke about Richard, but he never went in depth about it all. With Zara’s betrayal and my brother’s passing, it was one after the other. I was sure it wasn’t easy to lose the people you loved all at once.

  Hugh and I veered off sad subjects at the same time that the song changed and, as challenged, we tangoed with grinning faces.

  I was delighted when the man truly knew his moves. For a while, I danced my worries away. Not caring if Callum was there watching or if he had already sought out his ex.

  When our song ended, Hugh and I parted with promises of lunch or a coffee chitchat. Instead of going straight to my table with Callum, I went directly towards the loo to freshen up.

  I was a few steps away from reaching the restroom when someone spun me around and took my breath away. “Cal.”

  It took only one look to know that he was livid. The dangerous spark he had within him thrilled me. My heaving chest mesmerized his eyes. He studied the swells of my breasts before he lifted those dark eyes that seemed to reach into my soul.

  “You let a man roam his hands all over you while I sat there fighting with myself because I wanted to bloody beat his arse!” he gritted out, eyes so dark that they promised only danger as he locked me in place. “What I don’t appreciate is you flaunting it right before me. Especially knowing the fact that you aren’t wearing any bra or underwear for that matter. What did you expect, Stella? If you were aiming to make me jealous, then you have succeeded.” He looked pained as he admitted the fact that he was jealous of Hugh.

  It was a small victory, but it was one I savored the most. For jealousy bred deeper feelings and I hoped from there it could turn into love. It was a process. However, it was a long one. I was merely delighted that it was going toward the right path.

  “Did you know you look really cute when jealous?” I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

  Callum growled at me. “Cute?” he hissed. “All you have to say is cute? You ought to be joking mad.”

  Boy, he was cute all right, but he was getting sexier as he smoldered right before me. He was maddeningly gorgeous.

  I ached to be with him.

  “Someone has to joke around because you are way too serious.” I smiled, lavishing in his jealousy.

  Callum was far from delighted, though. “I’m way too serious?” He nodded, pressing his lips together, still not amused. “Very well then, let me show you how serious I can get.” He shot out the words as he took me by the elbow and marched us in the other direction. The people that walked past us seemed to pay heed, but they were the least of my concern because I was worried what Callum had in mind.

  Was he planning to confront Hugh? Hell. “You better not do anything stupid, Cal, or I will cause some damage.” I tried to threaten him, but my words didn’t seem to affect him in the least.

  Everything became intense when he opened a door and dragged us both inside, probably to battle this one out. When he didn’t even bother to turn the lights on, I suddenly became frightened. Aware.

  “Want to elaborate on your threats, Stella?” he spoke from somewhere in the room.

  It was so dark, it was hard to see anything. I didn’t even have a clue what kind of room we were in, let alone how big it was. If I were in a broom closet, I wouldn’t have known.

  Now about those threats… they had been purely empty. “I don’t know why you’d be jealous and go through the extent to bring us here to settle the discussion. I hadn’t said a word when you were practically having silent eye-fucking with your ex-lover.” There went my mouth again.

  “It’s not Zara’s body I want,” he growled into the darkness.

  The room was pitch black and yet I somehow felt him move. It didn’t take him long to reach me and then he was circling his arms around my hips, tugging me hard against his chest. “I want you.” Callum’s seductive, raspy voice lulled me into submission. “This body…” his hands cupped both of my breasts and squeezed them so tightly that I was out of breath. “…is mine to do as I please.” His words echoed into my brain.

  Thou shall not play with fire if one doesn’t know how to douse it, control it and tame it. For it will burn, scar and consume you alive without thought.

  Did I pay heed? Not a fucking chance.

  Chapter 111

  Stella

  The anonymity of the darkened surroundings made it more arousing. My sense of hearing and touch were in full throttle. I heard each drawn breath he took. Felt each stroke of his hands. Each pulse.

  In the dark, our bodies resorted to baser instincts. Sense they say was a powerful thing. I had never acknowledged the full magnitude until now.

  Callum’s hand went inside the V of my plunging neckline and captured a nipple in between his thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth until it was hard as a pebble.

  “Callum!” I yelped from the aching pleasure as I rested my head against his shoulder, willing to do as he pleased.

  He pinched my tortured nipple as he breathed into my ear. “How dare you let a man touch you, darling,” he hissed into my sensitive ear. “You do know I’m furious at you, don’t you?” he questioned while his other hand went lower, sliding in between my legs, inching higher until it reached my hot mound. “You’re wet,” he grunted out as he dipped a finger into me, all the while his other hand was remained busy tor
turing my breast. “Who are you wet for, Stella?”

  I moaned as he stuck another finger inside. It was sick, but I loved how he was reacting to Hugh. This inhibited, impassioned man was all mine to savor.

  “This is the last time I’m going to ask, sweet wife of mine. Again, who are you wet for?”

  “You.” There was only ever you.

  He wasn’t satisfied with my response. Instead, he became even more persistent. “And what am I to you, darling?”

  “My lover,” I whispered out, getting mindless as his fingers penetrated me deeper, rubbing up against my g-spot as though it was possessed.

  My answer still didn’t please him. “Try again.”

  What else was there? Did he even consider himself my boyfriend? I thought not. We weren’t like that. Not at all.

  His fingers pulled out of my wet hole and off my breast. He became busy rolling my fitted dress up until it reached atop my hipbone then he gingerly cupped each breast and pushed them out, gripping both mounds.

  This sweet, delayed gratification was killing me whole. I needed him now. “Callum, please. You’re being cruel.”

  I sighed with relief when I heard the sound of his zipper and moaned in delight when his dick protruded and poked me from behind.

  A soft purr escaped my lips when I felt his hard shaft nestled in between the crack of my butt, the tip teasing my silken folds. He gently tilted me forward for better angle.

  I was on pins and needles with anticipation and when his head came up on the right side of my ear, teasing me relentlessly, I was putty in his hands.

  “Lift your arms and wrap them around my neck. Don’t let go until I give you permission. Tilt your head to the side. I want your neck, breasts and pussy exposed to me,” he commanded while I immediately followed his direction.

  My breasts lifted upwards. My spine arched. My bottom angled directly for his usage.

  Callum was licking his way along my neck. Precise with his seduction, each stroke and touch was bound to drive me into oblivion. Even his voice, it was used as a weapon to accomplish his goal. What a goal that was.

  “Close your eyes, darling, and listen to my voice.” His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. He slid his lips down to kiss where my pulse was located and then he went back, assaulting my senses. “A woman’s body is made for pleasure.” His dick slid back and forth into my slit. “It was designed to feel and receive pleasure. It’s a gift that each woman should acknowledge.” His thumb found my clit, making slow, agonizing circles around it, rubbing it precisely and accordingly along with the strokes of his length. “When a man desires you, you grant that gift to him. You surrender it. You enjoy what he’s doing to your body.” His voice was hypnotizing, lulling me to become his plaything or whatever he wished of me.

  When his other hand found my pebbled nipple and painfully tugged at it, I moaned with pain just as he started speaking again. “This man becomes your master. Your Alpha. Your Omega. Your sole ambition is to cater to his every desire. Needs. Wants. Demands.”

  I was so enthralled with the sound of his voice that I was having mini-quaking orgasms from his onslaught. Callum was a master in stimulation in all art forms. Tonight, he proved that foreplay can be much more sensual than the actual sex act itself.

  When he asked me a question, I was past rational thinking. “Will you be that woman for me, darling?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, needing release. Anything he’d ask, I was ready to give. At this point, I was spellbound and locked under his craft.

  With all of his might, Callum thrust forward and sunk his shaft into my wet core, growling in my ear as he did so. Once lodged inside, he reached out and tortured my breasts. Each stroke of his cock pounded deeply into me, making sure every thrust kissed my cervix.

  He feasted on me.

  His sacrifice.

  His meal.

  Each stroke echoed in my body, begging for more, needing more of it.

  “This pussy is only to wet for me. It can’t come unless it’s because of me. You can’t fuck until it’s my cock fucking you,” he hissed, furiously driving into my bruised cervix as I panted for more.

  “I’m counting down the days until I can come inside you.” Callum tugged on my hair, making me grunt in pleasure. “Do you imagine how it would feel, Stella?” I made a whimpering sound when he slapped my clit, sending delicious voltage across my strung-up body. “You will feel it expand inside you. The hot ropes of my come will be violent as I unleash them into you. It will be an experience I don’t want you to forget.”

  Like that would ever happen. Callum was weaving my body into exultation. I was a panting, heaving, quivering mess, but it seemed he wasn’t keen on finishing me just yet.

  I begged when he playfully bit into my tongue. “I want you to remember how it would feel when I give myself to you, so each time I take your sweet pussy, you anticipate the finale.”

  Anticipate it, I shall. “Yes, I need to feel you… fill me up,” I muttered, incoherent.

  “Fucking hell, Stella,” he said in a pained voice. Unleashed. “Sorry, but I have to come inside you,” he gritted out. “Now!”

  What?

  “No,” I gasped just as he pulled out. I hadn’t seen it coming.

  I let out a pained sob when his shaft penetrated my other opening, inserting half of his dick in me as he immediately released his load, pumping in precise strokes as he spurt his seed inside me.

  “I’m sorry. My need to possess you overrode common sense.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I’m sorry,” Callum whispered as he shook while sagging on my back, spent from his intense orgasm. I could feel his dick expand while it made soft, small strokes.

  This… with him… like this… felt perfect. I didn’t want to leave this dark place and face the rest of the world. Here, in the blanket of darkness, he was mine alone.

  When he whispered sorry before kissing the back of my neck, I moaned against him. “It was painful in the beginning, but when you started coming, it wasn’t so bad.” I cocked my head to the side, resting it against his check, seeking for his lips. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me,” I said in between kisses. “I’m yours, after all.”

  As our kiss deepened in an act of completion, I had never felt more in love with him. Never had I felt such an all-consuming connection with another man.

  My feelings for Callum were complicated, but there was no speck of doubt that I was in love with him. My heart ached for him. My very soul yearned for him.

  “Callum,” I moaned, voice loaded with emotions. Feelings so anew, yet I couldn’t say them out loud in fear of chasing him away. So for now, this was to suffice.

  There was no going back.

  I wanted this man. All. Of. Him.

  s

  At three in the afternoon, I decided to come out of hiding in the workroom and finally get something to eat for a light snack. I skipped breakfast since Callum and I woke up late. So, we decided to eat sandwiches instead. That was almost five hours ago.

  I was about to enter the kitchen to fix something for myself when I decided to head straight to his study to check if he wanted something to nibble on.

  When I got there, silence greeted me when I opened the door after a few knocks with no response.

  Brian, Callum’s other PA, apart from Eleanor, was striding towards me with a big smile, not finding it odd that I was in the study without the Boss.

  “Hey, Miss Stella. If you’re looking for the Big Bad Wolf, he’s downstairs, sharpening his killer instincts.” Brian breezed past me with his bright electric blue pants, white dress shirt paired with glaring green and electric blue tie to match his outfit and white suede loafers on his feet.

  When he saw me check out his ensemble, he grinned at me. “Like it? I just got this yesterday. I love neon colors, don’t you?”

  I did, at times, but not all together, if I could help it. “It’s very funky. It definitely suits your happy persona.” It truly did. What I admired most was that he wasn�
�t afraid to wear casual clothes whilst working with Callum. If he were in the entertainment industry, it would be understandable, but not in the business sector where the company you work for was one of the largest companies that had the capability of swaying the stock market.

  “Mr. Kensington let’s me wear whatever I want during weekends. He’s not really that particular when it comes to wardrobe as long as there are no major meetings or events involved. I could pretty much get away with a lot of things.” Brian whistled along as he rounded Callum’s desk, opened a folder and shifted some papers. For the documents needed signing, he inserted it to the ‘Immediate Attention’ tray.

  Brian was so easy to be around even though this was only the second time I’d met him. “How long have you worked for Callum?”

  “For a few years now.”

  The urge to ask about Zara was almost at the tip of my tongue, but I held back just in case Brian would tell his boss. Now that was a problem I didn’t need.

  Clearing my throat before smiling at him, I said, “See you around.” I bid him goodbye and went off to look for Callum in the gym.

  I didn’t know what I was expecting when I went downstairs, but certainly I wasn’t expecting a full-size boxing ring with two men sparring and wrestling with mixed martial arts in it.

  Callum. Sweaty. Rugged.

  Hard as rock abs glistened as he worked against his opponent. He had black tape wrapped around his hands with some loose, black, track trousers on. Barefoot.

  A burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I saw him do a double fly kick and he started to grapple the other large looking man before they rolled onto their backs, limb to limb, looking like they were about to crack each other’s necks.

  I cleared my throat loud enough for them to hear me as I walked towards the ring. As I got closer, my eyes immediately locked onto Callum’s dark depths, sparking instantaneous lust in me.

  Jesus, what a sight he was up close.

  Was it wrong that I was beyond soaked? Yep. The man seriously mastered this body.