Page 30 of Exes and Big Os

“You, Captain Callista Renee Laurel, are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing naked.” His head lowered until his lips were the whisper of smoke from touching hers, his hot breaths tickling over them.

Callie lifted onto the balls of her feet and pressed her lips to his. She released the same whimpering noise from the night before. He pulled back, seemingly as a question. She wrapped her hands around his neck, keeping him where he was. She wouldn’t be changing her mind now. She parted his lips with her tongue and tasted cinnamon candy from the concierge desk on his breath.

He ran his lips down her neck. “Callie, tell me to stop, and I won’t ask why.”

There were reasons and arguments that probably made sense, but in the end, if they were enjoying the moment and wanted it to happen, did they matter? Plus, at the moment, she couldn’t remember a single reason not to, and maybe that was what was important.

“Don’t stop, Liam.”

His hands dropped to her backside and pulled their bodies flush. An unfamiliar sense of calm flooded over Callie’s body as his firm cock pressed into her body. She did that to him.

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

There was nothing but appreciation in his eyes, and she found herself emboldened. She lifted his t-shirt, and he reached back and pulled it over his head.

Running her hands over his smooth chest, she sighed. “I want you to take me back to your room.”

He made a sound that was a combination of a groan and a grunt. His body bucked into hers. “The door locked from the inside when the attendant left.”

She glanced at the rickety recliners. “I’d really rather be back in the room where we can?—”

Without a warning, he reached down and lifted her, firmly holding under her ass. Callie let out a brief shriek, but he covered her mouth with his, his tongue teasing hers to play. Without falling or putting both through a wall, he positioned her back against the soundproof, cinder-block wall. She smiled as the cool surface chilled her back. He lifted her higher, pressing his body into hers. His denim-covered cock pressed against her softness. Rocking his hips in a circular motion one way and then back the other.

“Shit, Callie, I might come in my pants.”

“Hold on.” She reached between them and unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, lowering the zipper. Her fingers searched down his treasure trail. She wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him free, her eyes widening as she pulled out more and more.

“Holy shit.”

Thank God the man made her wet to her knees without even touching her.

“Now that’s a cocky cock, Liam.”

He broke out in a laugh that had her doing the same.

When he’d collected himself, his lips heated the skin along her neck, and she thrust her hips out until he pressed at her entrance.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” he begged.

She didn’t but wasn’t concerned. “I’m covered by the pill and clean. I was tested after Trent.”

He stopped, and his gaze met hers. “What? Trent? Trent Quinlan?”

Oh, shit.

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Liam

Liam slowly set her feet to the ground. “Trent, as in my sister’s fiancé?”

He stared at her unsure of how he felt on this news. Knowing the truth wasn’t what he really wanted, in this case. Brittney had seen Trent talking to some unknown woman and worried that he was cheating. She questioned ending the engagement, but their father pushed her to marry Trent anyway to keep the company merger moving forward. Their father’d never been the loving type to their mother; it was an arrangement to build heirs and a business. Liam cringed. He’d never think of love that way. Women weren’t commodities, to be used and disposed of. His body wanted to continue with Callie, but his head and heart needed to understand what Trent had meant to her.

Callie’s gaze never met his to confirm if they were speaking of the same man and her eyes shuttered shut.

Then it hit him. Her questioning of motives in men. Her protection of her body. Her caution. Her…

“Callie, did Trent do something to you?”

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