Page 31 of Pinky Promises

Oh my God, this is really happening.Cal’s gaze turns lethal as if I were his last meal and he was an inmate on death row.

“Is this what you want, B?” He slides a finger inside me, and my breath hitches. I nearly shoot off the bed, but his other hand keeps me in place.

I nod.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

I nod again, squirming from side to side when he inserts another finger.

“I want to hear your words. Use your words, baby.”

“I want you to make me come,” I pant. “Please.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

Callum thrusts his fingers in and out of me at a punishing rate, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life.Holy fuck!I should be embarrassed by the sound of my wetness, but I’m too lost in pleasure to care. All that matters is this moment right now, chasing my orgasm, which hits me without warning.

My walls clench around his fingers.

I slam my hands against the headboard. “Callum,” I scream.

“I’m right here, B. Come for me. Just let go.” With his fingers still inside me and his body covering mine, he kisses me, swallowing the rest of my screams.

“That’s it, baby.” Cal kisses the underside of my jaw as I slam my eyes shut, trying to catch my breath. “We’re only just getting started.”

Callum Murphy is funny, sexy, charming. And just for tonight—mine.