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“I am, are you?”
“No. I’m afraid we’re going to regret it in the morning.”
“I didn’t say we were gonna fuck. I said you could sleep over.”
She stops walking, letting go of my hand. “You and I both know that’s not what you meant.”
I groan and turn to face her. With my hand on her stomach, I back her up against the wall. “And you and I both know you want me. You can deny it all night.” I pause and let my hand slide lower to between her legs, where I cup her pussy. “But you want me. Still. And all you’ve been able to think about since Christmas is my dick.”
“Yeah, clearly that’s all I’ve thought about.” She snorts, rolling her eyes.
With my other hand, I grip the base of her throat, enough to make indents but not enough to cause pain. “Tell me otherwise.”
Her breathing hitches, and her eyes darken. Yes, there’s that look. The one that screams for more and can’t help but give in to me. Her lashes flutter, her posture weakens. It’s kinda like the kiss a few minutes ago. I know what it takes to get the jump on the line with her. A little aggression and some sweet talking. “Let me take care of you,” I whisper, my words at her ear as I kiss up the side of her neck. I press my body into hers, letting her feel what she does to me. “Please?”
Suddenly she huffs out a breath. There’s my fiery girl I love so much. The one who’s always making me work for it. “Fine. But I’m not spending the night,” she snaps, pushing me away from her and stomping down the hall as she yanks on her dress.
* * *
When we getto my condo, Callie immediately starts stripping off her clothes and heading to my bed.
Maybe this won’t be so hard. Kicking off my shoes next to her heels, I grab two beers from the fridge and follow her path to my room, lit up from the cracks of the fireworks going off in downtown Chicago. I can tell you all sorts of things about my condo in the Trump Towers. Like the tile in the bathroom that was imported from another country and probably hand-carved from child labor, unfortunately, but none of that matters.
You want to know why?
Callie is naked on my bed, that’s why!
Her arms are over her head as she stretches out on the mattress. My eyes immediately go to her tits.
“You have the most comfortable bed,” she whispers, turning her head to watch the sky lighting up blue and red.
“All the more reason for you to stay the night,” I tease, knowing she won’t.
Callie notices my attention to her chest and smiles. She doesn’t call me out but draws herself to a standing position and walks over to me, where I’m leaning against the wall. “See something you like, Orting?”
Okay, well, now she’s calling me out. I reach up and sweep her dark hair off her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”
“You know… I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” Her hands roam over my chest as I glance down at her with a crooked smile.
“I’ll take care of you.” I wink, letting her know she’s in good hands, but the words hit me in a strange way, as though her saying them is her trusting me. Giving me this little piece of herself she’s been withholding from everyone. I remember her words from Christmas. And if that’s true, it’s been a year since she’s been with anyone. I wonder if she’s just saying that or telling me the truth.
Callie’s hands glide from my chest to the buttons of my shirt, working on each one. My breathing picks up, and I lean in to kiss her forehead. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “I am. With you I am.”
That last part digs deep. For so long I wasn’t sure what she felt for me after I found out she’d been sleeping with other guys on the team too. I wasn’t bent about it; it’s just the way it goes, and I’d been sleeping with other people too. No harm done. But I did wonder, as I think any guy would have, which one of us she liked more. Which one left her more satisfied.
And given that she’s here, in my room, my pride swells a bit knowing this is her choice.
With her eyes on mine, she kneels in front of me and begins working on my belt. Slowly unfastening the leather, she draws her lip between her teeth. She fists her hands in my dress shirt and tugs. Once she has it untucked, her hands caress my bare stomach.
Every muscle contracts at her touch. I smile, touching her face. “Don’t tease me.” My body lurches forward, and before she can react, I have her pinned against the wall, her tits pressing against my chest. I glance down at her tits and the dress. “How do I get this off?” I’ve been looking all night, but there’s no zipper. “Okay, this looks way too complicated for my level of soberness.”
Taking my hand, she places it on her shoulder. “Tug.”
Instead, I lean forward and press my lips to the spaghetti straps. “Leo, you rip my dress, and I’m going to bite your dick.”
I’ve always been into a little pain with my pleasure, but I draw the line when it comes to my dick. I chuckle under my breath. “Uh-huh.”