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.
She could read my emotions, but thankfully, not my thoughts. “You’re doing it again.”
She didn’t know the half of it. “There’s something I need help with. And you’re the perfect person to turn to.”
“I’m not giving you a blow job in the bathroom. I’ll admit I’m a little slutty with you, but I have some class.”
I smiled, something so rare I nearly forgot how to do it. This woman made me feel things I hadn’t felt in decades. “What little class you have left is about to disappear. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“I’m listening.” She adopted her professional composure, staring at me intently with open ears.
“The head of the Homeless and Working Class Department just resigned a few weeks ago.” Actually, I just promoted her to a higher salary position two days ago. “I haven’t found a suitable person to replace her and wanted to see if you were interested. The primary duties of this role are to orchestrate food and clothing drives for the homeless, as well as work to find them suitable jobs. The working-class aspect focuses on programs to aid underprivileged communities, single-parent families, etc. If you’re interested, I’ll write you a formal offer letter with your salary listed. With your experience and education, I truly believe you’re the best person for the job.” Rome was smart, compassionate, and no one would do a better job than her. There was no doubt her heart was in the right place, and frankly, she could help a lot more people with a bigger budget and team members.
First, she was shocked. Her mouth opened slightly at the incredible offer I just gave her. Her eyes lit up the same way they did when we were in bed together. But instantly, that delight changed to suspicion. “Did Christopher ask you to do this?”
I played dumb. “To get you to move out? He may have mentioned you were a little annoying, but no, he didn’t ask me to offer you a job.” I didn’t have a problem lying when it came to someone else’s privacy. “If you don’t want it, you don’t have to take it. I just thought I would talk to you about it because the position is open. I understand you’re passionate about your company, so if you want to stay there, that’s perfectly fine.” The more aloof I appeared, the more likely it was she would consider the offer.
Her suspicion died once she heard everything I said. “I don’t know what to say… I’m flattered.”
“I’m not trying to flatter you, sweetheart.” Although, I loved it when her cheeks turned red like that; it made my palm twitch under the table. “Does that mean you’re interested?”
“Of course, I am.” She chuckled as if the question were humorous. “I’ve been having some problems with For All lately, and I’m not sure if I can solve them.”
I knew she had a scary amount of debt from student loans and running a nonprofit all on her own. Honestly, I was surprised she’d lasted this long. “I think you’ll be able to help people just as much, if not more, with Humanitarians United. If you walk away from your company, you aren’t abandoning the people you serve. You aren’t abandoning this city or the community. I really think you’d be a great asset to the team.”
She smiled in that beautiful way that went straight to my heart. “You’re so sweet, Calloway.”
I wasn’t trying to be sweet. I was working to make her my submissive—the best submissive I would ever have. “Does that mean you accept my offer?”
She fingered her water glass without taking a drink. The glass was full of ice cubes, water, and a single lemon wedge. Condensation collected on her fingertips, reflecting the sunlight that came through the window. “I don’t know…”
I hid my irritation deep in my gut, forcing myself to remain patient. “What’s your hesitance?”
“You don’t think it could be a problem? Us working together?”
If I had it my way, she would be bent over my desk every time I called her to my office. Her skirt would be bunched around her waist, and her panties would be around her ankles. Looking across the city, I would thrust into her and fill her with my seed, feeling like a king. “Why would it be a problem?” I fingered the black ring on my right hand, eager to slip the black diamond onto hers.
“Because we’re seeing each other, Calloway. Won’t that make people uncomfortable?”
“No one needs to know, sweetheart. And if it does make them uncomfortable, they can find another job.”
She was warming up to the idea but still hesitant. “Are you sure about this? Maybe you need to take some time to thin
k it over.”
Nothing annoyed me more than someone doubting me. “I’ve been running this company for a long time. I believe I have the experience and capability to make important decisions on a daily basis.” I didn’t hide the anger in my voice. I didn’t stop unclenching my jaw either. “No, I don’t need to think it over.”
She knew she’d crossed an invisible line. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Then don’t,” I said coldly. “You want the job or not?”
Instead of answering right away, she sighed. “What if we have a fight? What if we break up?”
“Even if we have a disagreement, I’m sure both of us can remain professional at the office. And secondly, we aren’t going to break up.” The certainty didn’t come from any belief in our relationship. It derived from obsession. There was no way in hell I was letting her walk away from me unless I was ready to let her go.
And I knew I wouldn’t be ready for a long time.
“We aren’t?” she asked quietly, her eyes soft.
I crossed my legs under the table, my hands resting together on my knee. She was a fiery opponent, someone who didn’t settle for less than what she deserved. If she didn’t agree with something, she had no problem voicing her opinion. “If you think I’d ever let you go, you’re sadly mistaken.”
5
Rome
I interrogated Christopher the instant I saw him. “Did you ask Calloway to give me a job?” I knew he didn’t mention Hank. If he had, my conversation with Calloway would have played out quite differently. The table would have been thrown across the room, and there would be a story about Hank’s murder on the prime-time news.
“What?” Christopher must have just gotten off work because he still had his tie around his neck. It was undone and loose, as were the buttons of his shirt. He had a beer in his hand as he sat on the couch, and his perfectly styled hair had started to come loose from the gel.
“Don’t play stupid with me.” I sat on the couch beside him and pointed my finger into his chest. “Calloway offered me a job out of nowhere over lunch today. That’s pretty random, don’t you think?”
“Random?” he asked. “In case you’ve forgotten, both of you do the exact same thing for a living. It’s not like he’s a dentist and you’re a gymnast. He’s seen your work and knows you’re good at what you do. Did that logic ever cross your mind?”
When my brother belittled me like that, I felt stupid for jumping to conclusions. “Sorry, I just thought it was strange that he offered me this amazing job out of the blue.”
“People resign from positions all the time, and new people are needed to fill them… It’s the circle of life. So, it’s a good gig?”
“Yeah. I’ll be the head of the Homeless and Working Class department.”
“Cool,” he said with a nod. “Sounds boring as hell to me, but good for you.”
“How ironic. Your job sounds boring to me.”
He shrugged. “It is pretty boring.”
I chuckled. “At least you admit it.”
“So, when are you moving out?” he blurted.
“I’m not moving out. You need someone to help with the rent, right?”
“Well…yeah.” He drank his beer. “But I can always find someone else. If you want your space, you should get your own place. No hard feelings, really. Now that you’ll have money, you should treat yourself.”
“I have no idea what the salary is.”
“I’m sure it’s enough to live off of. Calloway seems like a guy who would pay his employees pretty well.”
“Yeah.” I just hoped I wasn’t given special treatment.
“Having your boyfriend as your boss will be nice. You can get away with a lot of stuff.”
I glared at him. “Like I would ever take advantage of that relationship.”
“Why not?” he asked. “If I were screwing my boss, I would.”
“I guess that’s the difference between you and me.”
“So, when do you start?”
“Not sure. I need to have a formal interview at his office tomorrow. He’ll probably tell me then.”
“Awesome. And what about For All? What are you going to do with that?”
Closing down the company wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I only had a few part-time volunteers. It wasn’t like they would be getting a cut in their paychecks. “I guess I’ll cancel my lease and move my stuff out…pretty simple.”
“Hank will have no idea how to track you down. Maybe he’ll give up and forget about you.”
“Yeah…” I hoped so. If not, I might have to kill him. I didn’t put up with harassment. I’d tried contacting the police and that didn’t work, but I would take the matter into my own hands if necessary.
I entered the large building and took the elevator to the top floor. Once the doors opened, I looked at the wide-open office space. Cubicles housed workers at their stations, typing away or talking on the phone. The perimeter of the floor contained offices, probably for the higher-up executives. It was obvious where Calloway’s office was because the back of the building couldn’t be seen at all, blocked by a black wall with a large desk sitting in front of it. Looking as if it was carved from stone sat an enormous desk with a pretty woman behind it.
I tried not to be jealous. Calloway didn’t seem like the kind of man to sleep with an assistant.
“Hi.” I walked up to her, feeling self-conscious once I was face-to-face with the pretty blonde. With perfectly flawless skin and blue eyes like Calloway, she was beautiful. “I have a meeting with Mr. Owens in fifteen minutes.”
She looked up at me, showing the kind of smile a model wore. It was disingenuous but perfect, displaying her straight teeth and a dimple in each cheek. Her blonde hair was so shiny the fluorescent lights glared off the top of her head. “Of course.” Her fingers hit the keyboard until she found the right information. “Here you are.” She turned back to me once she confirmed the appointment. “Take a seat, and he’ll be with you shortly.”
“Thanks.” I sat down and crossed my ankles, feeling my heart pound when it shouldn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous for the interview or just being alone with him. Last night, he took me from behind and wrapped my hair around his fist, controlling me like he was a cowboy and I was the horse. He came inside me so many times that I couldn’t walk to the bathroom without dripping his seed everywhere.
The memory brought searing heat to my cheeks.
Excitement bubbled inside me, and I was suddenly eager to see him. I loved seeing him in a suit, his shoulders broad and powerful and his waist narrow and tight. His chin was usually sprinkled with a five o’clock shadow, rough to the touch when his face was pressed between my legs. Those eyes were the best, so scorching and intense.
I automatically squeezed my thighs together.
The large black door opened, and Calloway stepped out, looking perfect in his crisp, gray suit. One hand was in his pocket, and his eyes were trained on my face like a target. He didn’t smile with his mouth, but his eyes hinted at silent affection. “Ms. Moretti.” He waited for me at the door, professional and borderline indifferent. But I knew it was all just an act.
I grabbed my purse and walked past him, aware of the scent of his cologne. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, tense from the heat in the air. I could practically hear the snap and pop of an invisible fire.
Calloway shut the door and blanketed us in complete privacy. He walked up to me, giving me no time to admire his office or the view. His face was close to mine, and he stared at my lips like they were his property.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling the nerves get to me. I’d been seeing him for four months, but he still had this effect on me—the ability to make me squirm with need. I wanted to press my hands to his chest and feel that warmth and strength. Before I met him, I was so innocent. But now, all I could think about was moving our bodies together, making love that was so hot and sweaty I couldn’t think afterward. That physica
l connection brought me to a new realm of existence. Spiritually connected, I felt something real with him. The sex was just an expression of those feelings—of desperation, affection, and so much more.
I knew what would happen if I didn’t take control of the situation. My skirt would be above my waist, and I’d be getting fucked for the entire interview. It wouldn’t be an interview at all. “Tell me more about the position.” I walked around him and sat in the leather chair facing his desk. His desk was black like the bookshelves on the wall. His masculine tastes were obvious, looking similar to his home. The only brightness in his office came from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He approached the front of the desk and leaned against it, crossing his ankles and his arms. The corner of his mouth was raised in a smile, amused by my obvious attempt to keep things professional between us. “You have more strength than I do.” He tapped the surface of the wood. “You’d be on your knees right now if I didn’t respect you so much.”
A thrill ran down my spine, hitting me right between the legs. I pulled out my notebook along with a pen. After my thumb clicked the top, I pressed the tip to the paper. “If we’re gonna work together, everything needs to be platonic between us at the office.” I didn’t want any of my colleagues to assume I only got the job because I was screwing Calloway. I wanted to be judged based on my own merits, not what I did with the boss. “We’ll only be here eight hours a day. The rest of the time is ours.”
“But if I have to watch you walk around the office—” He tilted his head as he examined my crossed legs. “Looking like that all day long, I’m gonna have a few slipups.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t work together.”
His smile dropped. “Vanilla, you need to loosen up.”
“Or maybe I need to keep you in line.” I tightened my legs together in response to the searing heat that burned at the apex of my thighs. When I couldn’t have him inside me, I squeezed my thighs so tightly together that it helped me cope with his absence.
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