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“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.

CHAPTER59

Callum

The soft swayof her hips compelled me to look her and I halted everything with a flick of my fingers. Lars, my Irish trainer, paused as he checked where my gaze had landed.

Lars simply grunted, knowing full well how seductive Stella looked as she came towards me; hips swaying and face clear of makeup with a short, silk dress on. She looked every bit the luscious woman and I realized just then that I wanted to sample her sweet tasting lips again.

“Hi,” Stella shyly greeted me, blushing, eyes all on me with one thought in mind; lust. She might’ve greeted me shyly, but there was nothing shy about how she looked at me now. She hungered for me. Blatantly.

“Hello, my sweet.” I grinned, coming out of the ropes and hopping to the ground, standing before her. “Missed me?”

I saw her contemplate the question. I knew she missed me. It was written all over her. All I wanted was confirmation, for her to say the words out loud.

“A lot,” she whispered, unwavering. “I missed you quite a bit.”

My self-restraint dissolved immediately. Like a hormonal teenage boy, I pulled her against me and kissed her as if she was the air I breathed.

From the background, my ears perked up when I heard the glass door close with a soft thud. Lars took his cue and left me with my enchantress. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really?” she panted, taking my lips again as her arms encircled my neck before she spontaneously hopped and jumped onto my hips, locking her legs around me while her hands cupped my face, kissing me with pure, unadulterated hunger.

My hands cupped her bottom, squeezing it as I did so, matching her passion with abandonment. “Christ, you’re so gorgeous.”

Stella started to rub up against me. The heat from her pussy felt wonderful against my stomach. “Fuck me in the ring, Cal,” she pleaded, voice packed with desire.

Hell. It was the first thought that had popped into my brain the second she wafted through the doors, looking the way she did. She looked like the first bloom of spring; fresh and un-plucked. It was pure, simplistic beauty. “I would love to, darling, but I promised to myself that I would take you out on a date this time before I try to snake my way into your hot,” I suckled on her bottom lip, “slippery and enticing pussy.”

Stella pouted. “Please?”

Jesus, the woman was set out to strangle my cock. A promise was a promise and I was going to take her out, even if I was to run about London blue-balled and in dire pain. “Not a chance, milady.”

She raised her brow at me, curious. “Where are you taking me?”

That was a surprise. One I hoped she’d like. “Goodness, woman. Let a man take you out on a date without the whole interrogation,” I teased as I nibbled on her earlobe. God, I wanted to sink into her wet cunt… even just for a few seconds, however I knew seconds wouldn’t be enough to quench my hunger.