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  “Do you want to open the window?” I asked. “You seem a little unwell.”

  She shook her head. That determined look reappearing on her face. I was starting to recognize it as a sign of trouble. The kind of trouble I liked.

  “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap?” I suggested cheekily. She gave me a devilish smile and I inwardly celebrated. She wasted no time spreading her legs wide allowing her access to the seat of my pants. When she started to paw at me, I let out a groan.

  I grabbed her hands to still them.

  “Slow it down baby, we have plenty of time,” I whispered against her cheek, pulling her hands gently up toward her breasts. “Touch yourself for me.”

  When she hesitated, I cupped my hands over hers, moving both of our hands in slow circles over her supple breasts. She softened into my arms.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  She nodded. I slid her dress down to her waist, pulling down the straps of her bra and exposing her hard nipples. I touched them with her, working them in slow circles.

  “That’s it,” I murmured as she began to moan quietly. My cock was pressing up against the small of her back. “That’s the way.”

  “Callum…”

  Her voice whispering my name made my cock painfully hard. Everything about her made me hard. She was everywhere, her smell, her softness, her little moans. I was delirious with lust. I didn’t want the car ride to end, and at the same time, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have her.

  “You’re so damn pretty,” I whispered into her ear. Her hips rolled as I stroked her inner thighs. “But you know that, don’t you?”

  She leaned back against me and rubbed her cheek against the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes. Her skin was so soft and smooth. She was driving me crazy.

  “I bet you're used to calling the shots,” I continued, my voice tight with desire. “But not tonight little one, tonight you're mine.”

  “Mmm…” she spread her thighs wider for me. I took the hint and allowed myself to touch her higher. The pads of my fingers found the wetness of her panties, and I slid them aside to feel her slick folds.

  Fuck, she was dripping wet.

  I moved even higher, searching for the hooded flesh that covered her sensitive nub. I circled the spot, and we both groaned at the contact.

  “Callum…” she sighed. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Shh…” I smiled as I caressed her clit again. My fingers were damp with her arousal. I ran them up and down her slit, coating them with her slick wetness before sliding one finger into her tight pussy. She gasped at the intrusion.

  “Shh…” I repeated. “It’s OK.”

  Her pussy squeezed my finger in response. I circled my thumb around her, swirling it against her clit and when she gasped I finally captured her mouth with a kiss.

  Our mouths opened against each other and I slid my tongue into her mouth and stroked her tongue with mine. She tasted like mint and alcohol. The taste was addictive. The more I had of her, the more I needed. I felt the rumble of the car as I pushed another finger into her. I nibbled on her lower lip as I stretched her with my fingers.

  “I need to…” she gasped breaking away from the kiss.

  “What do you need beautiful?”

  “Please…” she begged her hips rising against my hand.

  “Tell me what you want,” I grunted pulling her down against my stiff cock. I teased her clit in slow circles.

  “I want to come,” she moaned. “Make me come.”

  “Then come pretty girl.” I pushed a third finger into her tight channel. “Open up baby, let me make you come.”

  I watched my fingers move in and out of her. Her dress hiked up and her tiny panties pushed to the side. Her eyes rolled back and her breath quickened as she neared her climax.

  “Yes, baby,” I groaned, feeling her legs shake against mine as she came. “Come all over my fingers.”

  She cried out one last time, her back arching as she came. I murmured sweet nothings into her ear and she eased back down satiated on my lap. I kissed her cheek as she lay limp in my arms. She did not say a word. She laid still, eyes closed and her breathing slowing.

  “I think we’re here,” I said, realizing we had come to a stop. I pulled my fingers from her reluctantly. She opened her eyes and gave me a slow, satisfied smile. She climbed off my lap.

  “Callum, I…” she started as she put her clothes back on.

  “Shh… Fix yourself up gorgeous; we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

  I switched on the light above us. She blushed prettily as she tucked hair behind her ear and gave me a crooked smile. This was going to be a night I’d never want to end.

  Chapter 3

  Leah

  One thing was for sure; the guy knew how to use his hands. He threaded his fingers through mine, and he led me toward the elevators to his apartment. These fingers had been strumming on me like I was an instrument and he was some musical prodigy. No wonder Callum was so cocky.

  I bet he made all the girls come like that.

  I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought. Callum probably did. Of course he did, he was wealthy and gorgeous.

  Women must fall all over him all the time.

  Callum followed behind me as I entered the elevator. He pushed the button to the top floor. I shivered with anticipation

  He cupped my chin and tilted my face toward him. He smiled down at me, and my heart skipped a beat. The excited look in his eyes and the boyish smile, he was sexy and wholesome at the same time.

  Don’t get it twisted, Leah. Just because he made you come like you had never come before. It doesn’t mean anything.

  I blushed and avoided his gaze.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he leaned down and whispered into my ear. His breath tickled my ear, and my heart jumped at the sound of the elevator ding. I giggled nervously. He gave me a lopsided smile as he held his arm out for me to hold. I linked my arm through his and let him lead me through a small foyer to his apartment door.

  “What a gentleman,” I teased.

  “Always,” he said with a wink.

  He opened his apartment door. I couldn't help but gawk at the sight of his it. It was chic and modern. I could see the huge kitchen and equally large living space from the hallway. Beyond the plush leather seats was the floor to ceiling windows that revealed the large balcony outside and the twinkling lights of the city below.

  “Do you want to see the view?” I noticed his eyes on me, a curious expression on his face.

  I nodded. I followed him down the hallway.

  He slid the glass balcony door open and gestured for me to step outside.

  “Wow,” I breathed.

  The view stretched out into the far reaches of the city. I could see the ocean towards Blue Pointe, the emerald green of the northern Delwood Forest and even the smog covered valley I called home. I hadn’t had the occasion to view the city from this height. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  I nodded. I loved it and I felt the familiar urge to capture the moment.

  “Do you mind if I…” I fished my phone out from my clutch. I shrugged as I held it up. I bought the phone second hand from a co-worker. The screen was cracked from the bottom left corner, and a thin fracture line divided the screen in the middle. It was a little battered, but it still worked.

  “No, I don’t mind,” he replied, getting behind me as I lifted the phone up to capture the view. “Are you going to post it on Instagram?”

  “Maybe. Would that be okay?”

  “Yeah, of course. Go ahead,” Callum peered over my shoulder. I snapped the photo. “It looks good.”

  “Thanks,” I slid my phone back into my clutch.

  “You can post it now if you like,” He furrowed his brow. “I don’t mind.”

  I shifted uncomfortably. I wasn’t going to do it just then, but the expectant silence was too awkward to ignore. I p
ulled my phone back out, and I reluctantly opened the app. I quickly edited the photo, adding a filter and posting it. I showed Callum the resulting image.

  “Beautiful,” he said pulling my body close to him. “Leah May. That’s a nice name.”

  Shit. My username. I clicked the button on the side of my phone to turn the screen off.

  “Thank you,” I replied. I stroked Callum's shoulder. “Do you want to go inside?”

  “No, let’s stay out here for a while,” he said letting me go. He walked over to the lounge chairs. “Come.”

  Callum ran his hand on the table beside them and with a push of a button an outdoor gas heater turned on. The light radiating from heater cast a soft yellow glow over his features. He looked angelic with his golden skin, that smile and the moonlight illuminating him from behind. What a strange fairy tale I had found myself inside of. I could feel my grip on reality slip. My reality, where rich, gorgeous men didn’t look at me like THAT and where the world wasn’t literally at my feet, seemed so far away.

  Tom didn’t say anything about not enjoying this. Why shouldn’t I give into this moment?

  Callum turned me around so that I faced away from him. He took his coat off my shoulders, and the night air licked the skin on my upper arms. I shivered His palms slid up and down the sides of my arms, and he murmured that I was beautiful into my hair as he unzipped my dress.

  “No one can see,” he cooed. “It’s just you and me.”

  My dress fell and pooled around my ankles. Callum kneeled in front of me.

  I rested my hands on his shoulders. He kissed my belly, slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on mine, watching my reaction to his touch. I closed my eyes, and he dipped his tongue into my belly button. My knees wobbled, and I gripped his shoulder harder. His hands moved up my legs and settled over my panties. He rubbed against the damp spot with his finger and then ever so carefully his tongue.

  “So sweet,” His tongue laved the cleft of my wet lips through the fabric. “Let’s take this off, shall we?”

  He pulled my panties down and exposed my bare wet lips. I felt almost ashamed of how wet I was for him.

  “Get up on the chair,” he ordered.

  I knelt on the lounge chair, my ass pointing up at him as I braced myself against the balcony railings. I gave him a tentative smile over my shoulder before I turned back and looked out at the city lights below, anticipating the slow burn of his cock sliding inside of me.

  But instead of the feel of the plump head of his cock at my entrance, I felt the warmth of his lips against my pussy.

  “What are you...” I trailed off. I stared back at him, but he only moaned into my pussy, the vibration barrelling me toward another climax. He grabbed my ass cheeks and licked me from front to back, over and over, without mercy even as I wriggled and moaned on the lounge chair. He seemed determined to make me cum again. I cried out in pleasure.

  The glass in front of me was fogged up from the heat of my breath and body. I touched the cold condensation, anchoring myself in the cool wetness of my fingertips, distracting myself from the sweet release that was building inside of me. I didn’t want to cum, not like this, I wanted more. I wanted… I needed him, inside of me, fucking me.

  “Please Callum,” I panted. “Fuck me. I need you to stop and fuck me. Please.”

  He pulled away from me and gave my ass a little smack.

  “What if I don’t want to stop?” he nibbled on my ass cheek.

  I gave him a pointed look, and he chuckled.

  “Alright, alright,” he got up and sat down beside me. “I’ll stop.” His eyes glittered with good humor.

  “You’ve got me all over you,” I said sitting back down. I wiped at Callum's chin. He caught my hand and pulled me into a slow kiss. I tasted myself all over his lips, it was weird but not unpleasant, and from the way he stiffened against me, he liked it too.

  Without breaking the kiss, I climbed on top of him and started to unbutton his shirt. I exposed his chest.

  Callum broke away from the kiss and fondled my breasts through my bra.

  “I want to see them again.”

  I nodded and reached back to unhook my bra. I slipped the straps off my shoulders, and Callum immediately captured one nipple in his mouth. My mouth fell open as I gasped. His tongue was just as talented as his fingers. He knew just how to make my whole body tingle.

  “Fuck, you’ve got great tits,” he growled into my cleavage. I unbuckled his belt. We both watched my hands as I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock from his briefs. He was large and thick in my hands. I kissed him again, stroking him up and down, feeling the length and girth of him.

  “How do you want it?” he asked.

  “From behind,” I squeezed his shaft. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”

  He got up and positioned himself behind me.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said placing the head of his cock against me. I gave a moan of approval as he pushed the head into me. I leaned toward the railing as he pushed into me deeper, my thighs shaking as I felt myself stretch tight to accommodate him. He grunted as he pushed one last time, fully seating himself inside of me and we both moaned as he started to rock back and forth. I reached down and pressed against my aching clit. He quickened his pace.

  “Fuck me,” My voice was ragged and my fingers were white as they gripped tightly against the railing. “Fuck me, Callum.”

  “You are so fucking tight,” he bit out. “You feel so good baby.”

  He pulled me up from the railing, squeezing my breasts as he drove into me harder and faster.

  “You’re going to cum on my cock,” he said into my ear. His fingers found my clit. “You hear me? I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard on this cock.”

  I cried out. I was close. So close. I loved the possessive way that he took me.

  “Scream it for me,” he demanded, pinching my clit between my pussy lips. “Come, Leah.”

  I shut my eyes and backed into him as I climaxed, his name on my lips as I came. He followed with a wordless cry as he emptied himself into me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

  Shit. What the hell was that? I thought as I opened my eyes.

  I was in Callum’s bedroom. We had made our way there last night, christening room after room until we must’ve finally crashed there. The formerly dark room filled with light. It streamed through the window and curtains, yellow and dappled all over the bed, his dresser and the leather armchair. Callum was fast asleep, his warm, hulking form beside me buried in the crumpled sheets. His face peeked out from the covers, his expression soft and relaxed, quietly breathing as he slept.

  I allowed myself to watch him for a moment.

  Did last night really happen?

  Oh shit.

  I froze as he began to shift in his sleep.

  Crap. Crap. Crap.

  Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I had to get out of there fast. I gingerly set one foot down from the bed and then another. Callum stilled, and I held my breath. When he continued to sleep, I dropped down to my knees and searched the floor for my belongings. They were strewn all over the place, and I followed the trail outside of the door.

  I paused in the doorway and took one last look at Callum. He was still asleep in his king-sized bed, and his king-sized life. I shook my head. Last night had been a wonderful dream.

  The best wet dream of my life.

  But that’s the thing about dreams is you had to wake up. It was back to reality.

  I knew then that I would have to give back the money. Looking back at him sleeping so peacefully and innocently, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Regret pooled in the pit of my stomach.

  He doesn’t have to know. Just walk away.

  I shook my head and tiptoed down the hall, collecting my clutch and my shoes as I exited the apartment. I breathed a sigh of relief as I shut the door behind me.

  The elevator stopped on the way down, and a little old lady entered. Sh
e took one disapproving look at my rumpled appearance and made a tsk sound as she moved to the far side of the elevator. I frowned. So this is the so-called walk of shame, I thought ruefully. I had had my share of dating missteps, but I had never done anything I felt truly dirty for doing. I felt ashamed of myself. I seduced a man knowing I was screwing him over in ways unknown to me. I felt like the worst person in the world

  I waved down a taxi. A yellow cab slowed down near me.

  "Where to?" the taxi driver asked. I gave him my address and entered the taxi. He keyed my address into his GPS and began driving out of Chaswick. I stayed silent as I watched the scenery change. No more glass and steel, no more coffee house and boutique shops. The closer we drove to Culver Valley, the more the night before disappeared.

  The taxi driver stopped at an intersection not far from my place. The cab driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and peered out the window worriedly.

  "Where exactly do you live lady?"

  “Culver Valley, like I told you at the start,” I replied. "Just a few more streets down.”

  A group of teenagers hovered around the nearby gas station watched us from afar. The light turned green and we drove further up the road, and the cab driver looked back at them in the rearview mirror. He pulled over to the side of the road behind a beat up truck.

  “Listen, you’ll get off here.” H nose made a whistling noise.

  “You’re kidding me,” I said.

  “Nope, this is as far as I go,” he said. “Forty dollars.”

  He tapped at the meter.

  I sighed. I fished out some money from my clutch. He snatched the money from my hands and looked pointedly at my door.

  “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I opened the car door. I got out of the taxi and watched him speed off.

  It wasn't the first time that had happened. And it wouldn’t be the last, I thought ruefully. I was annoyed, but I wasn’t far from home. I was expecting an empty house when I reached my front door. Mama was supposed to be at work, and my little brother was at school. But when I entered my key into the front door lock, a feeling of dread filled me. My ears perked up at the sound of a male voice inside the house.