“You could have given me this letter to me at any time, why now?”
“You weren’t officially Mrs. Callahan until today.”
“Oh, okay.” If the tone in her voice hadn’t told me it wasn’t okay, the way in which she rose from her chair and slowly came over to me sure did.
“Yes?” I questioned when her face was directly in front of mine.
She reached up and placed her hand on my jaw and a warning light appeared in my mind instantly. She was up to something. I knew it, I could feel it, and yet as she came closer, her hand hovering over mine, I could feel myself caring less and less about whatever trap I was about to fall into.
“What am I going to do?” she whispered, squeezing herself between me and her desk. Her fingers gliding across my jaw. “I love the clean shave, but I miss the scruff, too. It made you look a little sinister.”
“You truly are never satisf—” I lost track of whatever it was she was going to say when she slowly licked my jaw.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. What were you saying?” she asked, trying to pull back, but I gripped her hips, glaring down at her, pinning her against me.
“Do not play with me, Calliope. I will take you right here, right now, and we do not have time for that,” I stated, letting go of her. But of course, she didn’t listen to me.
Instead, she sat back on the desk, lifted her skirt, and dropped her lace thong to the floor at my feet before she spread her legs. My cock instantly hardened. “If we skip the foreplay, I’m sure we can make the time.” She was using sex to get something from me.
This was a trap.
“Fine, I’ll entertain myself,” she stated, licking her fingers before reaching down stroking the lips of her pussy.
It was a trap.
I knew it, but my fucking cock didn’t give a shit, and it was so hard, so neither did I. Undoing my belt and tossing it to the side, I stepped up between her legs. My voice caught in my throat, my cock now throbbing, begging me to take it out. She moaned as she teased herself, and just before she could slide a finger into her pussy, I caught her hand, stopping her.
“Are you here to help me, Boss?” she whispered, and before I could reply, she reached into my pants, grabbing my cock. “Or how about we help each other?” she questioned, squeezing me.
Fuck.
Inhaling deeply only for a second, then taking out her hand, I freed myself completely. Grabbing her thighs, I spread her legs wider before grabbing my cock and pressing it against her pussy.
“How about I just fuck you, and you just scream?” I shot back, and when she opened her mouth to give whatever smartass comment she would, I rammed myself inside of her. Her mouth stayed open as I filled her. Not giving her a second to adjust, I pulled down slightly before thrusting back inside her.
“Ugh…Ethan—”
“It’s Boss, isn’t it?” I snapped, grabbing her throat.
Her eyes narrowed on me. “Yes.”
“Good, then take it,” I muttered and kissed her.
Her whole body wrapped around mine, her lips moving to the side of my neck as I held onto her hips, over and over again, ramming myself into her, each time I did, I felt like she would suck me in deeper.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t stop.
“More,” she moaned. “Oh…ahh…agh!”
The sweat stung as it slid down my face and into my eyes, but I shook it off. The sound of our skin slapping together, the smell of us, her moans—everything was clouding my mind. Soon, all I could feel was the pit of fire rising in my stomach when she grabbed onto the sides of my face to hold onto me. Her cheeks flushed, her dark hair sticking to face and neck. Her breath mixed with mine.
“Ethan.” She bit my lip gently. “When I say I can’t read your mind, that means tell me what the fuck you are thinking.”
Before I could even get a handle on what the fuck was happening, she bit the side of my neck.
“Are you a fucking vampire? Why do you always bite me?” I screamed as she bit.