I couldn’t explain it.
Calloway continued to gaze at me with more intensity than ever before. He interrogated me with just his look. I already knew I was the only woman in his life. I wasn’t worried what Calloway was doing when we weren’t together. He was absolutely loyal to me, his hands reserved for my body alone.
But I could never tell him what I was really doing.
I dropped my napkin onto the table and came around the side, heading straight for him. I hiked up my dress the second he yanked down his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his large and pulsing cock.
I straddled him as I pulled my underwear to the side, sheathing his cock the instant I lowered myself onto his lap. I gripped his shoulder for balance and breathed through both the pain and the pleasure.
He pressed his face to mine, the thick hair from his jaw gently scratching me. He breathed into my ear as he enjoyed my warm, tight pussy. His hands moved to my hips, and he moved me up and down his length, impaling me the second he was inside me. “Rome…”
My arms locked around his neck, and I rode his cock like I needed it to survive. “Calloway…”
I waited until I knew Calloway had a meeting with the vice president of one of the biggest banks in the city before I called Jackson. Calloway rarely ventured to my office during the workday. The only time we crossed paths was during meetings or when I went to his office to discuss figures.
The phone rang a few times before Jackson answered in a tired voice. “Hmm?”
“Hello to you too.”
His voice immediately perked up. “Hey, baby. Who’s this?”
I cringed. “Baby?”
“Yeah. You sound hot. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Uh, Rome. Your brother’s girlfriend.”
“Oh…” His voice flattened again. “Sorry. You have a sexy voice. Thought you were one of my ladies.”
“Did you just wake up?” It was one in the afternoon.
“Yeah. So?”
“It’s after lunchtime.”
“You know me,” he said. “I’m a creature of the night. So why are you calling me? I think you’re hot, but I wouldn’t cross my brother like that. And not just because he’s my brother, but because that guy is batshit crazy.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not why I’m calling.”
“Then what’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about Calloway.”
“Well, I’m not a good person to ask. I hardly know the guy.”
“That’s completely untrue.”
“I disagree,” he said. “We keep our conversation to a minimum. We talk about work most of the time, sometimes Mom. But we don’t have deep conversations about the meaning of the universe.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about the universe, so I think we’re okay.”
“Then what’s on your mind, baby?”
My hand immediately tightened into a fist. “Call me baby again, and I’ll kick you in the nuts the next time I see you.”
“Jesus,” he said with a laugh. “You want me to call you ma’am?”
“Rome would be just fine.”
“Whatever,” he said. “What do you want to know, Rome? See, it doesn’t roll off the tongue.”
I ignored the last thing he said. “I’m worried about Calloway.”
“Worried about him in what way?” he asked. “He’s usually Mr. Grumpy Pants, so that’s pretty normal for him.”
“Jackson.” I needed him to be serious right now because I was genuinely concerned.
He sighed into the phone. “What’s the problem?”
“He’s been really different lately. Quiet. Stern. Moody. He’s just not himself. I asked if something was on his mind, but he said he everything is fine. He just seems…cold. He seems distant. I can tell his feelings for me haven’t changed. I don’t think our relationship is at risk. But something seems off.”
Jackson remained silent over the line.
I waited for him to say something, but nothing seemed to be forthcoming. “Have you noticed that too?”
“Well…I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I asked. “Does he seem the same to you?”
“Calloway is just complicated. I wouldn’t read too much into it.”
Something in my gut told me Jackson knew more than he let on. I could feel it all the way to my bones. “Jackson?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do I feel like you aren’t telling me something?” Since he was Calloway’s brother, I understood his loyalty. But I was genuinely worried something serious was happening with Calloway.
“I really don’t want to get involved in this. I suggest you talk to Calloway, not me.”
So there was something wrong. “Jackson, please. I’m not above begging.”
He sighed into the phone again. “It’s not my place, Rome. Confront him. Talk to him the right way, and he’ll open up.”
“Jackson, I’m actually scared right now.” I stopped my voice from shaking, but barely. “My mind is running wild. At least, tell me what this is about. Tell me that he’s okay, that he’s not sick or something—”
“Nothing like that,” he said quickly. “Calloway is fine. He’s just struggling with a few things.”