Page 11 of Surprise Me Tonight (Claimed on Sight #1)

Stella

I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.

Callum’s hand on my hip grounds me, his touch steady and firm as my body trembles with the aftermath of my orgasm.

My fingers still tingle from where they’d circled my clit, my legs feel like jelly, and my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.

His voice, thick with desire, whispers in my ear, “You’re incredible,” and I melt into him, his warmth enveloping me.

“Callum,” I murmur, my voice shaky, my mind foggy with need. I want to say something, anything, but the words catch in my throat. I turn my head slightly, my lips brushing his jawline, and I feel his stubble scratch against my skin. “I—”

His lips silence me, firm and demanding, and I surrender to the kiss. His taste is intoxicating—a mix of tea and something uniquely him. My hands clutch the edge of the desk, my knuckles white, as he pulls me closer, his body flush against mine.

But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. My body still hums with unspent desire, my core aching for more. I pull back from the kiss, my breath ragged, and turn to face him, my eyes pleading. “Callum,” I beg, my voice low and desperate. “Please. I need you.”

His gaze darkens, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weaken. “What do you need, Stella?” he asks, his voice a low growl, his hand sliding down to cup my thigh, squeezing gently.

I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing with heat. “I need you to fuck me,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “Right here. Right now.”

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips, and he leans in, his breath ghosting over my ear. “Greedy girl,” he teases, his hand sliding higher, his thumb brushing dangerously close to where I’m still wet and throbbing. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

My heart stutters, my body tensing with anticipation. “What do I have to do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind racing with possibilities.

He steps back slightly, his eyes roaming over me with a hunger that makes me squirm. “On your knees, Stella,” he commands, his tone brooking no argument. “Show me how much you want it.”

I can barely breath, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my chest. Sex with Jeremy had been vanilla and oral wasn’t really part of the menu.

But the thought of pleasing Callum, of being under his control, sends a shiver down my spine.

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, my hands resting on the cold surface of the desk, my eyes never leaving his.

He watches me, his expression unreadable, before he lets his jeans and boxer briefs fall to his ankles, and steps out of them, his erection pointing directly at me. My mouth waters, my body aching with the need to touch him, to taste him.

“Closer,” he says, his voice commanding, and I shuffle forward, my knees pressing into the carpet, my hands trembling as I reach out to him.

His skin is warm under my fingertips, his cock thick and heavy in my grasp.

I stroke him gently, my thumb brushing the foreskin back a little to expose the head, and he hisses, his eyes fluttering closed. I gently give the tip a lick.

“That’s it,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me closer. “Take me in your mouth, Stella. Show me how much you want it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I lean forward, my lips brushing the tip of him, and he shudders, his grip on my hair tightening.

I take him in slowly, inch by inch, my tongue swirling around the head as I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently.

His taste is salty and musky, and I moan around him, the sound vibrating against his length.

“Fuck,” he curses, his hips jerking forward slightly, but I hold him steady, my hand gripping the base of him. “You’re so fucking good at that,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect.”

I pull back, my lips sliding down his length, before taking him deep again, my throat closing around him.

His hands tighten in my hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he guides my movements, setting a slow, deliberate pace.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Suck me, Stella. Make me feel it.”

I do as he asks, my mouth working him with a rhythm that feels natural, my tongue tracing the veins along his shaft. His breaths come in sharp gasps, his body tense with need, and I revel in the power I have over him, even as I’m completely under his spell.

“Stella,” he warns, his voice tight, his hips twitching. “I’m close.”

I pull back, my lips leaving his skin with a wet pop, and look up at him, my eyes daring him to stop me. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice laced with challenge. “I’m not done with you.”

His eyes darken, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights for control. “You’re playing with fire,” he warns, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

I smile, a wicked glint in my eyes. “And you’re the one who’s going to get burned,” I tease, before taking him into my mouth again, my lips and tongue working him with renewed fervour.

His grip on my hair tightens, his hips thrusting forward slightly, but I hold him in place, my hand firm on his thigh. “Fuck, Stella,” he groans, his voice breaking. “You need to stop, I’m going to—”

I pull back again, my lips brushing his tip, my eyes never leaving his. “What?” I challenge, my voice soft but insistent. “What are you going to do, Callum?”

His gaze burns into mine, his chest heaving, his control slipping. “I’m going to fuck you,” he growls, his voice raw with need. “Hard. Right here on this desk. And I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”

My breath catches, my body trembling with anticipation. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He pulls me to my feet without hesitation before stepping closer, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes blazing with desire .

“Are you sure, Stella?” he asks, his voice low, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Because once I start, I’m not going to stop.”

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching for him. “I’m sure,” I breathe, my eyes locking onto his. “Fuck me, Callum. Make me yours.”

His lips curve into a wicked smile, and he leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that’s fierce and hungry.

His hands slide down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before gripping my hips, lifting me onto the desk.

I wrap my legs around him, my core throbbing with need, and he positions himself at my entrance, his eyes searching mine.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, his thumb brushing my cheek.

I nod, my breath shallow, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Please, Callum. Now.”

He doesn’t make me wait. He thrusts into me, slow and deliberate, filling me completely, and I gasp, my head falling back, my hands digging into his shoulders. “Fuck,” I moan, my voice breaking, my body arching into him. “Yes. Just like that.”

He pulls out until only the tip is in me, his eyes never leaving mine, before slamming into me again, his hips snapping forward with a force that steals my breath.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice tight, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and relentless.

I cry out, my body overwhelmed with sensation, my nails digging into his skin. “Callum,” I whimper, my voice desperate, my hips meeting his with every thrust. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He smirks, his eyes dark with desire, his control slipping further. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I told you before, not until you’re a mess beneath me, screaming my name.”

His words send a jolt of desire through me, my body tightening around him, my climax building with every thrust. “Callum,” I beg, my voice breaking, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that’s fierce and desperate. “I’m close. So close.”

He growls against my lips, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, his hips snapping into mine with a rhythm that pushes me closer to the edge. “Come for me, Stella,” he commands, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Let go. Now.”

And I do. My body shatters around him as my orgasm rips through me, my muscles clenching and releasing in waves. He follows, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep, his groans muffled against my neck, his release hot and intense.

When it’s over, we’re both breathless, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. He pulls out slowly, his hands smoothing my hair, his lips brushing my forehead. “This was… incredible,” he murmurs, his voice soft, his eyes filled with something I can’t quite name.

I smile, my body still trembling, my mind foggy with satisfaction. My hand traces the lines of his jaw, my thumb brushing his lips.

For a few heartbeats, it’s quiet. Still. Like the world outside this room doesn’t exist .

But then reality starts creeping in through the cracks.

We’re in his office. On a desk that probably cost more than my car. I’m half undressed, my cardigan hanging off one arm, my hair a complete mess. And he’s still staring at me like I’m something he didn’t know he needed.

We both start moving at the same time.

He straightens. I sit up, scramble for my underwear on the floor without tripping over the emotional wreckage we’ve just created.

There’s no rush, but neither of us says a word. The silence is heavier now. Not cold, but weighted. Like we’re both afraid to break it, in case it shatters something we can’t put back together.

I slip back into my clothes piece by piece. He buttons his jeans. His hair’s still a mess. So is mine. And my lips still feel swollen from his kisses.

I catch him looking at me once — mid-button — and he quickly looks away.

Not guilty.

Not ashamed.

Just… uncertain.

I clear my throat. “So…”

He glances over, waiting.

“I’m not… regretting it,” I say carefully. “Just not entirely sure what it means .”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. Same.”

It’s not romantic. But it’s honest.

I want to say more. Ask him if this was a one-off. If we’ve just detonated something we can’t walk away from. But the words stick. I don’t want to hear him say it was a one off. I really don’t want to hear that.

So instead, I give him the softest version of a smile .

“I should… go check emails.”

He exhales, almost laughing. “Right. Emails.”

I leave the room quickly, before I do something stupid like turn around and kiss him again.

I walk straight past my office and into the downstairs loo, shutting the door behind me with a soft click .

My face in the mirror is flushed, my blouse wrinkled, my hair a mess. I look like exactly what I am — a woman who’s just had incredible sex with her boss on a desk and isn’t entirely sure what planet she’s landed on.

I pull my phone out of my bag and scroll to Fran’s name before I can overthink it.

She picks up on the third ring.

“Hey, you,” she says, casual and warm. “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure.”

There’s a pause. “What’s happened?”

I check the lock on the bathroom door. Still shut.

“I… I did something. And I think it might’ve been really, really stupid.”

“Okay,” Fran says, calm but alert now. “Are you hurt?”

“No. Nothing like that. I—” I sit down on the closed toilet lid, press my palm to my chest. “I slept with him.”

Another pause. “Callum?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes.”

Fran doesn’t say anything for a second. Just breathes.

“All right,” she says gently. “Do you want to tell me how it happened, or do you want to focus on what comes next?”

“Both,” I whisper. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’m still trying to understand it myself.”

“Was it something you wanted? ”

“Yes. Definitely yes. And it wasn’t… planned. It wasn’t transactional or some mad heat-of-the-moment thing either. It was—God—it was everything.”

“But now you’re terrified.”

“Yes.”

“Because he’s your boss.”

“And I’ve finally got a job I actually care about,” I say, voice cracking. “I’ve got a proper salary, I’m learning again, I’ve got independence. I cannot afford to lose this.”

“Okay,” Fran says, steady as ever. “First thing: don’t panic. Just because you’ve slept with him doesn’t mean you’ve thrown your life off a cliff. But it does mean you have to be smart now.”

“I feel like I’ve already been monumentally stupid.”

“No, you’ve been human. And brave, if I’m honest. But you’re right — it’s complicated. So, here’s the deal: if you want this thing with him, you both have to treat it with care. No secrets. No weird power games. Clear lines. And if he can’t handle that—”

“Then I walk away.”

“Exactly.”

I press my fingers to my eyes. “Why did it have to be him?”

Fran chuckles softly. “Because of course it did.”

A pause.

“You don’t regret it?”

“No,” I admit. “I just… don’t know where it goes from here.”

“You’ll figure it out,” she says gently. “You always do. Talk to him. ”

She’s right. We’re grown-ups. There shouldn’t be anything that can’t be sorted with an honest conversation. Right?