His Every Desire (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

by Alexis Winter

  I wake sometime in the night and Callan is still holding me close. Only now, my back is to his chest. His arm is still under my head, and the other is wrapped around my waist. His hand is only inches away from my clit. Just knowing that we’re together, and naked, his hand almost touching me, has me fired up again. I try scooting closer to him as I wiggle my ass against his groin. To my surprise, his cock twitches against me. His left hand flattens out against my stomach, and I feel a sigh leave my lips, thinking what a shame it is that his hand moved further away. But then slowly, it starts moving downward.

  It glides down my stomach, across my hip, and to my thigh. Softly, he picks it up and pulls it backward, so it’s dangling over his legs, leaving me wide open. Then his hand moves between my hip bones and down to my clit. My whole body twitches when his fingers slide between my folds. His hand works me over before he slides into me from behind. His hips buck up into me while his hand keeps moving against my clit. The arm that was beneath my head moves down to my neck so he can massage my breast while he fills me. Just as my release explodes over me, his does too, but this time, he doesn’t pull out. He keeps thrusting into me, and I feel the exact moment when his seed rushes out of him. His hips slow, his breathing slows, and he relaxes behind me again, wrapping me in his arms and holding me close.

  In the morning, I wake when I feel him move from behind me. I roll over and stretch.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, causing his eyes to pop open and lock on mine.

  “Morning,” he says. “Did we…” he starts but shakes his head.

  “Did we what?” I ask, wondering if he has somehow forgotten all the things we’ve done since we’ve been together.

  “Did we have sex again during the night? I remember something.” His brow furrows.

  I nod. “I woke up with your hand between my legs.” I can’t hold back the smile that remembering it brings on.

  He nods. “That’s right. I remember now. I thought it was a dream,” he laughs out. “I was fucking beat.” He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand, then freezes. “I was still partially asleep. I didn’t use a condom or pull out.” Panic is written all over his face.

  “Yeah, I was pretty out of it too, but don’t worry. I’ve got the implant,” I say, getting up and walking to the bathroom, noticing the soreness between my legs.

  I close the door between us and lean against it. The memories of last night rush back in. I slept with Callan. I fucking slept with Callan. What the fuck am I going to do? Fucking Maddie was right.

  Oh, God. What if Bennet finds out? My heart begins to race. It occurs to me that I need to get out of here. The last thing I said to Maddie was I was coming over here. I’m sure she told Bennet, and nobody has heard from me since.

  I quickly use the bathroom and wash my hands. I walk back into the bedroom to find Callan just climbing out of bed, completely naked and hard as fuck. Seeing his glorious body causes me to freeze and openly take him in. He offers up a grin as he walks toward me, swagger rolling off of him.

  “I like what I see too,” he says, pulling me against him for a kiss while his hand gently pinches my nipple. His tongue feels so good moving with mine. I don’t know how it’s possible to get so lost in a single kiss, but he does that to me. I don’t know how it’s possible to go from hating one another to fucking, but at this moment, I don’t care.

  He starts walking me backward, and I suddenly forget that I needed to leave. I forget about how sore I am from our lovemaking last night. I forget everything except the way he makes me feel.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. The next thing I know, we’re in the shower, and he’s back where he belongs: between my legs.

  Every time I think I’m going to be able to pull away and leave, he reels me right back in. Even though we started in the shower, we finished in the bed, and I roll my way to the edge and stand.

  “I really have to go, Callan. I’m starving, and I don’t want my mom to worry.” I start pulling on my clothes.

  He reaches for me. “Wait. No.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the bed. “I’ll get us something to eat, and you call your mom and tell her you’re staying with that friend of yours.”

  “What is going on with us?” I ask, looking up at him while he’s looking over me.

  “I told you. You got under my skin. I don’t know how or why, but you did. And I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since.”

  “Is that why you moved my desk into the hall?”

  He nods.

  “And that’s why you fired me?”

  “I didn’t want this to happen. Not because I didn’t want you, but because I didn’t want to want you. You’re my best friend’s little sister. Bennet would be fucking livid if he found out. I didn’t want to break his trust or lose my job. I thought the only way I’d be able to keep my fucking hands to myself would be not to have to see you or talk to you. I tried doing all the right things, but then you showed up here last night.” He lets out a deep breath and throws himself back, placing his arm over his eyes. “You just looked so fucking sexy in that low-cut top and those tight jeans. Then you started walking closer, and you smelled so fucking good. Reaching out and touching me was your biggest mistake. I was losing the battle every second, and you walked right into the lion’s den.”

  “So, what does this mean for us?” I ask, voice shaking and unsure.

  He shrugs as his arm falls from his face. “I don’t know,” he breathes out. “I thought maybe if I could get you out of my system, I’d be fine. But here you are, ready to leave, and I still don’t want to let you go. All I can think about is how fucking good you feel wrapped around me. Just thinking about it is making me hard all over again.” He grabs his dick and works it up and down once.

  My eyes are greedy, and I can’t help but watch the way he holds himself. I’m fascinated by his length and girth. I’ve never been with a man so big. No wonder I’m sore. But even though there’s pain, it turns me on just remembering why it hurts so much.

  “I’ll take another one of those sandwiches if you don’t mind.”

  He shoots me a smile. “I’ll be right back.” He sits up, catches my lips with his, then pulls away to go make lunch.

  When I’m alone, I take a deep breath and think about everything he said. Hearing him talk about how turned on he is by me makes me hot all over again. I’ve never been talked to that way before. The guys I’ve been with were never really verbal before, during, or after sex. But with Callan, half of the passion between us is the things he says to me.

  I quickly look around for my purse before I remember I left it in my car last night, thinking I wouldn’t be away from it long. I quickly pull on his boxers he left in the floor and my tank top before rushing down the stairs and to my car. I pull out my purse and search through it on my way back to the door. I find it to see that I have four missed calls: one from Mom, one from Krista, one from Maddie, and one from Bennet.

  I quickly call Krista as I head back to the bedroom.

  “Hey, where have you been?” she asks.

  “I’m…ugh. I met a guy, and I’m shacking up with him,” I finally confess, knowing she’d approve.

  “Go you!” she cheers.

  “Have you talked to my mom or brother?” I ask.

  “No, why?”

  “Just checking. I’m going to call them and tell them that I’m with you this weekend. Okay?”

  She laughs. “Sure. Have fun and be safe.” She hangs up without another word.

  I dial my mom’s number.

  “Valerie, where have you been?” she answers.

  I laugh. “Sorry, my phone died. I’m staying with Krista this weekend. Everything okay?”

  “I’m fine. I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.” Concern is drenching her words.

  “I’m fine, Mom. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Callan walks back into the room, butt naked and holding a tray of food.

  “Bye, Mo
m,” I say, hanging up and not waiting for her to respond.

  “I made us both our own sandwich this time. I figured we could use the fuel,” he says around a laugh.

  “I know I could.” I pick up my sandwich and take a big bite.

  He picks up a chip and pops it into his mouth. “About your brother…” he starts.

  “What about him?” I ask around a mouth full.

  He slowly looks over at me, his blue eyes finding mine. “You think we can keep this just between us? I mean, there’s no reason to tell him, right?”

  I nod once. “Right. It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything.”

  I see his chest fall when a deep breath leaves his lips. “Okay, good.” He leans in and kisses my lips, nipping the bottom one softly as he pulls away. “I’m not quite through with you yet. I hope that’s okay?”

  “I’m all yours until tomorrow,” I promise.

  A wicked gleam flashes in his eyes as a smile takes over, and that look makes my stomach tighten with anticipation. Even though he’s barely left me this whole time we’ve been together, I feel empty without him.

  We both enjoy our lunch and set the tray off to the side while we cuddle back up. His skin feels good against mine—he’s the perfect temperature to keep me warm while also not making me too hot—well, until he wants to, anyway. His hands are strong and firm as they tour my body, teasing every inch they touch. His lips are soft as they kiss along my jaw, breasts, and stomach. And his teeth always nip my skin at the perfect time to have me falling to pieces. No man has ever had this much control over me. Just being beneath Callan makes me want to obey his every command.

  My wrists are handcuffed to the bed above me, and my ankles are tied down as well. He’s between my legs, but he refuses to give in to my desires. I don’t know if he’s teasing me or himself more, but either way, we both seem to enjoy it. While his hand gives to me, his other hand works his length up and down slowly. He’s rock hard and standing at attention. I can’t close my eyes to enjoy the way he touches me though. I have to keep them open to watch the way he touches himself. He removes his fingers from me and presses them against my ass.

  “Has anyone been here before?” he asks, corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

  I gasp at his touch but shake my head no.

  “Can I have it? Can I be the first?”

  My nerves skyrocket from his question, but I can’t deny him—I don’t want to deny him. Everything he’s done up to this point has felt amazing. I know all I have to do is trust him.

  I bite my lower lip and nod my head up and down.

  He slides his finger back into me, wetting it before moving it back to my ass and pushing forward. As his finger slides in slowly, to give me time to adjust, I let out a sound I never heard myself make before.

  His half-smile falls from his face as his eyes bounce back and forth between his hand, my face, and back. The hand he has on his dick tightens until his knuckles turn white and he starts moving it up and down even faster.

  “Callan, I want you inside me,” I cry out, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure and need I’m feeling.

  “I already am, baby,” he whispers, not stopping what he’s doing.

  I shake my head no. “Don’t stop what you’re doing, but fuck me,” I plead.

  The hand on his dick slows and falls away as he gets himself up to his knees.

  10

  Callan

  She’s too goddamn much for me to resist. I keep pushing her, and she keeps taking it. She’s just as fucked up as I am. Each time, I take things one step further, thinking this will be her breaking point, but she takes it all and asks for more. She’s going to be the death of me. I’m either going to fuck her until I die from exhaustion, or Bennet is going to find out and kill me. Either way, it’s all going to be because of her.

  I’ve never in my life spent the entire weekend locked away in my room having sex with the same girl over and over, but that’s exactly what we do. We fuck, stop long enough to rest, and start again. Only ever leaving the room to get food, drinks, or to use the bathroom. We sleep, wake up, and do it all again. I know she has to be sore by now because every muscle in my body is throbbing, but even then, I can’t fucking stop.

  She was nowhere on my radar two weeks ago, and now I can’t bring myself to pull out of her. She controls my mind and body. If she’s near, I can’t stop touching her, kissing her. Even when we sleep, we’re touching. This weekend is going down in the books as the weekend I lost myself. The weekend when my life changed.

  Sunday morning rolls around, and we’re both so sore we can barely move. We have a quick breakfast in bed, then cuddle up to go back to sleep. When we wake, we finally have to pull apart. We both get dressed, and even though we’re happy about the way we spent the weekend, we’re both a little sad to be leaving the world we created: a world where it’s just us and nobody else.

  I walk her down the stairs and to the front door. I open it, but before she can step through, I tug her back for a long, slow kiss. My dick couldn’t get hard even if I paid it at this point, but it twitches slightly against her thigh. She pulls away and laughs.

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  I smile. “You are killing me.”

  She walks away, and I hold her hand until our arms can’t stretch any further. Finally, I have to let her go. I stand at the door and watch as she climbs into her car and drives out of sight. Finally, I step back in and close the door, looking around my empty house, unsure of what to do.

  My back and neck are stiff from lying in bed all weekend. And every other muscle hurts from overusing them again and again. I decide to sink into a hot bath in hopes of easing the pain away. I fill the tub full of hot water and a little Epsom salt, then sink deep beneath the water as I turn on the jets. I lean my head back and close my eyes, breathing deep.

  I don’t think I’ve ever in my life been sore from having sex, but I also never had sex ten times in a weekend. I feel like a fucking rabbit. That thought makes me laugh.

  My phone rings, and for the first time all weekend, I reach for it.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Cal,” a woman says.

  “Who is this?” I ask, unsure.

  “It’s Jennifer. We hung out last Wednesday,” she reminds me.

  Oh, yeah. Wednesday. “What’s going on?”

  “I was just calling to see if you wanted to meet up.”

  I roll my eyes. After this weekend, I can’t even imagine hooking up with another woman. “I wish I could, but I can’t today. Sorry.” Without another word, I hang up and drop the phone onto the white tile.

  I get to the office on Monday and have the maintenance guy move Val’s desk back into the office. Then it occurs to me that we didn’t talk about work over the weekend. I wonder if she’s even planning on coming in. Just as I’m picking up my phone to call her, the doors open, and she walks in.

  Her eyes find mine, and she smiles. “Good. I was wondering if you just got rid of the desk completely.” She drops her purse onto her desk and turns toward me.

  I stand and walk to the center of the room. “I was worried you wouldn’t even show up. I was just about to call you.”

  She shrugs one shoulder. “I figured that after the weekend we had, you would change your mind about firing me.”

  I laugh and lean in for a kiss that she accepts. With my mouth on hers, I breathe her in deeply, instantly relaxed by her familiar scent. I haven’t seen her in twelve hours, but after our time together, it feels more like a week. I didn’t even realize that I could miss someone so much.

  There’s a quick rap on the door, and we shoot apart just before Bennet walks in. His eyes go wide when he sees Val standing next to me.

  “Oh, good. You guys made up,” he says, motioning toward her desk that’s now back in the office.

  I nod, and she smiles. “Yeah, I made him un-fire me,” she says with a laugh.

  Bennet laughs and shakes his head. “Good for you. Ma
ybe we’ve all learned something from this, and we’ll be able to act like professionals around here again?”

  “Absolutely,” Val says.

  “Good. See you guys later,” Bennet says, walking out of the office and leaving us alone.

  I look down at Valerie and pull her back to my chest. “There’s no way, after our weekend, I can be professional.”

  She places her hands flat on my chest and pushes me away. “Callan, I had a lot of fun with you, but the weekend is over. It’s time to get back to work,” she insists. Her words are like a slap to my face, but I don’t want to let her how much they just gutted me.

  I straighten my jacket. “Of course,” I agree, walking back to my desk while she goes back to hers. Without another word, we both get to work.

  When the workday ends, I go home and change into some casual clothes. As I’m about to walk out of the door, my phone rings. I pull it from my pocket and see that it’s my lawyer calling.

  “Hey, Troy. Tell me you got something.”

  “I do. I found Mr. Decon James in Chicago, Illinois. His priors consist of everything from assault to robbery. He was in a juvenile detention center from the ages of sixteen to eighteen, when he was released. He’s also done a few overnight stints in jail for some minor things. And the thing I think you’re looking for, it turns out that he was accused of rape, but the case was dropped.”

  “And how does something like that just go away?” I ask, feeling my hand tighten into a fist.

  “Well, there could have been no proof, like no DNA was found on the victim, or maybe he had a solid alibi. But in most cases like this, it’s because the victim has been paid off.”

  I nod as anger surges through my body. “Alright, Troy. Thanks a lot. Hey, if you will, email me his info.”

  “No problem. But, Callan, don’t get yourself in trouble.”

  “Sure thing,” I agree, hanging up the phone. I walk out the door and climb behind the wheel. My phone chimes and I open the email Troy just sent. I read over the info and put his address into my GPS.