The bandage and wrap still covered the injury in my lower abdomen. To make sure it stayed clean, Rome and I had to change it every morning. With every passing day, the wound improved. The purple color faded, and the scar tissue began to form. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but at least I’d survived the ordeal.
Rome looked unbelievable sexy under the water. Her tits were firm and her nipples were hard. Her slender waistline led to beautiful legs that I loved having wrapped around my waist. Her hair was slicked back down her neck and past her shoulders.
I hadn’t made a move because I knew it would be inappropriate. Hank hadn’t been successful, but what he put her through was scarring. Unless I was absolutely certain she was ready to be physical, I wasn’t going to do anything. The most I ever did was kiss her, and even that was PG-13. I was in no shape for rough sex, but I’d certainly like some action.
Once my thoughts wandered, I became hard. My cock sprang to life and extended outward, the running water washing away the drop of pre-come that formed on the tip of my cock. There was nothing I could do about my body’s reaction to her naked body, so I didn’t feel guilty. I was only a man, after all.
She squirted shampoo into her hand then wrapped her fingers around my length.
The second she touched me, my cock twitched. It pushed back into her palm, wanting more of her soft hand around its length.
She moved closer to me, her lips just inches from mine.
I naturally shifted my hips, moving my length through her fingers. I wanted to come all over her tits and watch it drip down to her stomach. But my arousal was only in charge for so long. The guilt and concern emerged a moment later. If this were another woman, I wouldn’t care. But since this was Rome, it made all the difference in the world. I grabbed her wrist and steadied my hand even though I was desperate for her friction. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I held her gaze with mine, seeing the beautiful green eyes that made me weak in the knees.
“But I do want to.” She moved her hand up and down and brushed my head with her thumb.
My cock twitched again, wishing her hand was her warm pussy. “You’ve been through a lot, Rome.” She didn’t need to do this for me. I had been shot, but she experienced something far worse. My wound would close, and I would move on with my life. But the kinds of memories she had never faded away. It was why she still had nightmares.
“I don’t think about him when I’m with you. When I touch you, I feel safe. When I kiss you, I feel happy. When I make love to you…it feels wonderful.” She moved her hand up and down my length. “So don’t worry about that, Calloway. I touch you because I want to touch you.” She moved into me and rose on her tiptoes so she could press her mouth to mine. Her lips slowly kissed mine before she gave me her small tongue. I immediately fell into the moment, and my hand moved to her tit. I gripped it firmly and let my thumb flick across her nipple.
I could already tell my orgasm was going to be phenomenal.
My other hand moved between her legs, and I felt that sexy clit I hadn’t tasted in so long.
She moaned into my mouth and jerked me harder, constricting her fingers around my length and giving me a good rubdown.
It was a step down from sex, but I would gladly take it. It felt good to touch each other like this, to get each other off and satisfy our desires. I wanted to make love to my woman and feel her come around my dick, but I would still be able to feel her orgasm with my fingers inside her pussy.
She continued to kiss me and moaned into my mouth, her hand still jerking my length.
I wasn’t going to last long, and I was relieved I didn’t have to. After over a week with no sex, I could come just from watching Rome suck my finger. I rubbed her clit harder and panted into her mouth, feeling my cock thicken in her hand. I looked at her tits and imagined my come landing on the swell of that gorgeous skin.
“Fuck.”
Rome jerked me into the finish line, giving me the final pumps I needed to come with a groan.
I shot up on her tits and shoved my fingers deep inside her, imagining feeling that pussy with my dick instead of my fingers. The orgasm rocked through me and almost made me weak because it felt so good. I sprayed an impressive load on those gorgeous tits, enough that my ego inflated even more.
I kept my mouth pressed to hers, but I couldn’t kiss her. I recovered from the overwhelming sensation that swept through my body. Rome was the only woman who could make me come like that just by using her hand.
Now I had to return the favor. I worked her clit with my thumb and pulsed my fingers deep inside her. My mouth started to work again, so I kissed her the way she liked, nice and slow. My tongue danced with hers, and I felt her sticky tits press against my chest.
Damn, I loved this woman.
I worked her clit harder when I felt her breathing hitch. Sometimes she stopped kissing me altogether as she gripped my arms for balance. She panted and moaned, her nails digging into me as she enjoyed everything I was doing to her.
The only thing I loved more than coming myself was watching her come.
She hit her threshold, and her pussy clenched around my fingers, her voice rising a few octaves as she screamed in the shower. Her cries were amplified by the tile like a speaker system had been installed in the shower. Her lips trembled against mine as she finished, her screams fading away to quiet whimpers.
I kept my fingers inside her because I loved how wet she was. I was the reason she was soaked—no one else. Honestly, that made me feel like a king.
She always made me feel like a king.
After staying home for three weeks, I was finally cleared to return to work.
Thank god. I was sick of sitting on my ass all the time.
We got ready for work like usual and walked outside where Tom was waiting for us. Rome eyed the car then glanced at the sidewalk, her bag over her shoulder and her stilettos on her feet.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Maybe she didn’t think I was ready to return to work. If that was the case, I would have to override her with my doctor’s note. If I sat around and did nothing any longer, I would turn into a huge pain in the ass.
“I think I’m gonna walk today.” She eyed the sidewalk before she turned back to me, a slight smile on her face. “Alone.”
It only took me a second to understand her motives. Now that Hank was gone, she felt independent again. She could walk up the street without worry of him getting in her way. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder in fear anymore. She didn’t need me as her personal bodyguard.
She was finally free.
I would never take this moment away from her, even if I wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Hank was no longer a problem, but anything else could happen. She was a beautiful woman in a huge city full of criminals. But I held my tongue because being supportive was more important right now. “I’ll meet you there.” I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
She moved her lips to my ear. “Thank you.”
“My woman can have whatever she wants.”
22
Rome
I tried to stay in my office and get my work done, but my mind kept wandering to Calloway. The doctor cleared him for work and other activities, but I still worried about him. He still wore the gauze around his midsection because he hadn’t officially healed all the way, so I always feared the worst.
By midday, I needed to see him. I needed to see that his skin was still tinted with a slight blush of red, and his flesh wasn’t turning white with illness. I needed to know he wasn’t in pain even though the doctor weaned him off the painkillers he’d prescribed. This man was my world, and I needed to know he was perfectly okay.
I didn’t check in with his assistant and just walked inside exactly the way he told me to. He was behind his desk talking on the phone, looking healthy and vibrant. I knew this was the place where he’d been shot, but I didn’t spot any signs of violence. The hardwood floor looked as good as new, as
well as the rest of the furniture in the office.
Calloway acknowledged me with a nod before he hung up the phone. “Hey, sweetheart. Need something?” He sat back in his chair, looking like a president with his crisp suit and tie.
“Just wanted to check on you.”
He propped his elbow on the armrest and rested his fingertips over his mouth. He looked sexy no matter what he did, but he looked particularly sexy with a freshly shaven jaw and a haircut. With the new energy and life that had entered his body, he looked like a brand-new man. I loved this version of him, not the weak one that struggled to combat the pain every single day. “I’m doing great, sweetheart. You really don’t need to worry.”
“I’ll always worry.” I sat on the edge of his desk and let my legs hang over the floor.
“The doctor said he’s taking the stitches out tomorrow. I’ll be back to new. And I’m sure you can guess exactly what I want once that time comes.” He gave me a charming wink, his arrogance cute rather than obnoxious.
“That sounds nice.”
“We’ll go somewhere nice for dinner, and then we’ll spend the night in bed together.”
“Depends,” I said. “Who am I having this dinner with?” I hadn’t seen the beast in a long time, so I suspected he was on the mend. After my ordeal with Hank, I didn’t think I wanted to see the beast for a while. But when I remembered that Calloway was still the man underneath, I knew I could handle it.
“Me,” he said quietly. “Just me.”
“You know, the beast can come back—”
“He’s not interested in coming back for a while. So let’s not worry about it.” His eyes darkened in anger, reliving the nightmare behind the privacy of his eyes. After what he witnessed, he probably didn’t want to go down that road for a while.
That was fine with me. “Okay.”
“As much as I would love to sit here and talk with you, I should get back to work. I haven’t even made a dent in my inbox yet.”
“I should get back to work too.” I slipped off the desk even though I ached to be close to him. Over the past few weeks, all I’d been doing was tending to him around the clock, but even a few minutes apart was too much for me.
“We’ll be home in a few hours.” He left his chair and walked around the desk until he was in front of me. His arms circled my waist, and he pressed his forehead to mine. Instead of a kiss, we shared something far deeper. “I love you, sweetheart.”
I loved it when he called me by something so sweet. It contrasted against the fierce way he spanked me and bossed me around. That was how I knew it was true, that his affection was sincere. “I love you too, Calloway.”
He kissed my cheek the way a husband kissed his wife. “I’ll see you later.”
The doctor removed Calloway’s stitches and sent us on our way. There was prominent scarring in the area, but most of his muscle remained intact. Various lines in his flesh were now permanent, and he didn’t have the flawless skin that he once possessed.
But he was still beautiful.
We went home and changed for dinner then arrived at the restaurant Calloway selected. It was a fancy French bistro right in the middle of the vibrant life of Manhattan. The place usually possessed a six-month waiting list, but Calloway somehow managed to get us in with just a few hours of notice.
We took our seats in a private booth near the window and ordered our drinks and appetizers. Calloway had had a new suit delivered to the house for the occasion. It was midnight black with a beautiful custom fit. It was tight on his impressive shoulders and stretched across the prominent muscles of his back.
He looked delicious.
He hadn’t shaved since that morning, so his five-o’clock shadow was coming in strong. The stubble contrasted against the fair skin of his jaw, giving him the features of a movie star. His blue eyes stood out against the dark colors he wore. He was a very handsome man.
And he was my man.
The black ring sat on his right hand, the dark band thick with the commitment he made to me. I loved imagining that ring on the other hand, giving our relationship a whole new meaning altogether.
I selected a scallop from the center plate and took a few bites.
Calloway did the same, his eyes glued to my face. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks, Calloway.” He was an honest man who only said things he meant. It wasn’t just a line to manipulate me into doing what he wanted. That was why I took his compliments so easily, knowing they weren’t meaningless. “That suit looks great on you.”
“Everything looks great on me.” He wore a slight smile. “But I look even better in nothing.”
“I can attest to that.” I sipped the wine he’d picked out, noting that it went well with the bread and the appetizers.
“You know what I think you look the sexiest in?”
“Hmm?” I swallowed, feeling the tension rise between us.
“In your panties and my t-shirt.” He drank his wine as his eyes remained glued to mine. “You don’t even need lingerie.”
“That’s good. Your shirts are a lot more comfortable.”
He ripped off a piece of bread and dipped it in the olive oil in the center of the table. Then he brought it to my lips and fed it to me, his fingertips brushing against my mouth.
I took it one step further and sucked his fingertip into my mouth, brushing my tongue across the pad of his fingers. I slowly pulled them out of my mouth then kissed each one, adoring the man who changed my life.
He watched me with concentrated eyes, glued to the sight in front on him.
When I pulled his hand away, I wasn’t sure how we were going to get through the rest of dinner. We hadn’t made love in nearly a month because of his condition, and we were both anxious to be reunited. We fooled around in other ways to get off, but nothing compared to having that huge dick inside me.
Calloway took a deep breath, swallowing his anxiousness by taking a large drink of his wine and finishing his glass.
I wasn’t sure why he wanted to go to dinner at all. If we went home and fucked, that would have been fine by me.
Calloway searched for the waiter then turned his eyes back to mine. “I’m tempted to get the food to go.”
“Not a bad idea.”
“I wanted to have a date with you. I was trying to be romantic.”
“Calloway, you’re romantic every single day.” He didn’t need to take me to a fancy dinner to prove anything. He didn’t need to do a damn thing to prove anything to me. Just a look from him was all I needed.
“Yeah?” he asked. “Didn’t realize I was.”
“You are.” I ran my fingertips across his hand, feeling the prominent knuckles. They were mountains. This man was willing to give up his life to save mine. There was no greater sacrifice than that. I shouldn’t be surprised because I would have done the same for him. That was real love. Maybe he needed to dominate me sometimes. Maybe he needed to punish me, to make me cry. He always made me come hard at the end, so the pain was irrelevant. Maybe our relationship wasn’t traditional, but it was still beautiful. “Take me home.”
Calloway’s hand shot into the air immediately, and he waved the waiter over. “Check, please.”
His large hands slipped off my heels one at a time, and then he got my dress off in one quick motion. Calloway was always eager to have me, but tonight, his hands shook with intense longing. Once he got me naked, he pushed me back onto the bed. My back hit the mattress, and I propped myself up on my elbows. I kept my thighs together and my knees bent, wanting to tease him until the final moment he was inside me.
He dropped his expensive jacket on the floor then undid the buttons of his shirt. One by one, he popped them open until the pristine white shirt came loose and revealed the violent scar on his lower abdomen.
I hated looking at it, not because it blemished his gorgeous appearance, but because it reminded me of that horrific day. My eyes moved to other parts of his body, his muscular chest and his pow
erful shoulders. He was over six feet of all man, the kind of man I would touch myself to if I were alone in my bedroom.
He dropped the shirt then moved to his slacks, taking forever so he could tease me in return. My nipples were hard, and my chest was flushed with heat. I couldn’t stop biting my bottom lip because I was eager for this man.
He finally got his pants and boxers off, revealing a hard cock that was red at the top. The blood pumping into his dick made him thicker than I’d ever seen him. The hair over his balls was trimmed, and he oozed from the tip.
I squeezed my thighs tighter.
He yanked off his shoes and socks until he was finally completely naked, ready for me to devour. He placed his knee on the bed, and his weight immediately made it sink in. Slowly, he moved on top of me until our naked bodies were pressed together.
My hands started at his stomach and slowly moved up his chest, my mouth already open in anticipation. My body had missed that throbbing dick inside me, missed that fullness that only he could provide. He made me so wet that I could take a cock as big as his.
He positioned his arms behind my knees and widened my legs, his lips just inches from mine. He kept his eyes on me, those dreamy eyes that could see right into my soul. He tilted his hips and pressed the head of his cock right against my entrance. His head became moistened from the pool of lubrication that emitted from my pussy.
“Jesus Christ.” He breathed into my mouth as he slowly sank inside me.
I sucked his bottom lip as I felt him slide into me, inch after inch of pure man. “Calloway…”
He stopped when he was completely sheathed, his balls resting against my ass. “I jerked off today because I thought it would make me last longer…but fuck, it didn’t help at all.”
I cupped his face and breathed with him, feeling the waves of chemistry between us. “Fuck me a dozen times, and you’ll be back to normal.”
He groaned against my mouth as he began to rock into me. Sometimes he kissed me, and sometimes he fisted my hair. My ankles rubbed against his torso as he rocked into me, his thrusts becoming deeper and quicker.
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