Page 52 of Any Means Necessary

“Don’t do what?” I ask, breathless. His mouth moves over the sensitive skin of my left breast, tasting and appreciating every inch while his greedy hand kneads the other.

“Don’t hold back.” His voice vibrates against my skin, sending a shiver through every nerve ending in my body. “I want to hear everything—every moan, every gasp, every sound of pleasure. I want fucking all of it. It’s mine. I earned it.” His mouth latches onto my nipple and a long moan falls from my lips. My hands reach for his head to thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer. A hum of gratification ripples through him, his mouth sending sparks over my skin.

I’m so hot, so wet.

“I need more,” I pant, overwhelmed by need. Callum doesn’t hesitate to grant my request. His lips don’t falter in their attentions on my breast, but his hand is trailing up my thigh under my dress. I lift my hips to allow my hem to be pushed up around my waist. He tugs my panties down my legs and over my heels, allowing my thick thighs to spread open wide enough to bare myself to him. The breath hitches in my chest when his skilled fingers press to my exposed pussy, his thumb strumming over my swollen clit in maddening circles.

“Oh, God,” I pant, pleasure spreading through every part of my body. His fingers plunge inside me, stealing my breath.

“You’re so wet for me, Dewdrop,” he growls against my breast, his head lifting to meet my eyes. His fingers pump into me, hitting my g-spot until stars dance across my vision, his circling thumb driving me into delirium. “So damn responsive. Fuck.” When he catches my nipple in his mouth and tugs it with his teeth, I shatter into a million pieces.

“Yes!” The word tumbles out of my mouth over and over as I ride the wave of pleasure carrying me away. “Oh, Callum.”

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Callum groans, withdrawing his hands to lower to his knees. “You’re such a good girl for me, Dewdrop. Look at this pretty pussy. I bet you taste as good as you look.”

The first flick of his tongue makes my hips jerk, a soft cry escaping me. “Just what I thought,” he murmurs, voice rough with primal gratification. My body is teetering on a cliff, climbing higher and higher with each touch. My hands fist in his hair passionately, holding him against me.

“What do I taste like?”

“You taste…” his tongue flattens over my slit in a long, smooth stroke. Savoring, torturing. “Addicting.” Strong hands grip my thighs as they try to clamp around his head on their own accord, holding me in place to allow his mouth to devour without interruption. The roughness of his facial hair contrasts with the heat of his mouth, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss.

“Oh god, yes. Callum.” I chant his name, tugging on his hair. He growls against me hungrily, the vibrations making my nerve endings fire all at once. His tongue enters me over and over, the heat searing me from the inside out.

“When we leave here, I’m going to shake the Governor’s hand with you on my fingers, and my tongue.” His thumb joins to rub my clit in slow, steady circles while he fucks me with his tongue, the stimulation is too much. It’s all I can do not to scream as I fall over the edge, tumbling and freefalling into a sea of euphoria.

My thighs shake beneath his hands as I come. The orgasm lasts minutes instead of seconds, Callum lapping up every last drop like I’m his favorite delicacy. “My pretty pink nurse, such a dirty girl.” He stands, using my hands in his hair to pull me closer. There’s a look of primal satisfaction in his eyes, his beard glistening with the evidence of my pleasure.

Our lips meet sensually, panting for breath, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s surprisingly erotic and wildly arousing—something I’m sure Callum would agree with by the impressive erection pressing against my thigh through his pants. It would be so easy for him to step between my thighs, unzip his pants, and take me right here on the edge of the desk. And it seems like he plans to do exactly that, his lips urgent against mine.

Until his phone goes off.

Turning to pull it out of his discarded suit coat pocket, he curses when he reads it. “It’s Roscoe,” he says, less than pleased. “Apparently the Governor’s looking for me.”

“We should get back to the party.” I’m still struggling to catch my breath, but my hands are already moving to pull my bra back into place. “They’ll see more than they bargained for if they send out a search party, and I’m not in the mood to give them a show.”

When I move to fix the top of my dress, Callum beats me to it. His fingers trail up the skin of my arms with the straps, dragging them back where they belong on my shoulders.

Taking a step back, he holds out a hand to help me down from my perch. Hopping down onto unsteady legs, I can’t help but lean against him for support as I regain my composure. Callum catches me readily, his expression one of frustrated satisfaction.

“I’m going to speak to the Governor and say our goodbyes,” he says, watching intently as I step back into my panties, navigating my heels, then shimmy them back up my legs and under my dress. Tugging the skirt back down, I smooth my hands over my dress to make sure I’m back to looking presentable. “Then I’m taking you home, Dewdrop.”

Whatever Callum has planned for us is promptly shut down when we re-enter the ballroom. Roscoe stands waiting, leaning in to whisper something into his boss’ ear the moment he’s close enough. And whatever he says isn’t good news, judging by the set of Callum’s jaw. His eyes cut to me in consideration, hand running over his beard as he makes a decision about something.

After a long moment, he finally gives Roscoe a short nod, his expression deeply irritated when he leans in to murmur something to him. The enforcer’s focus lands on me briefly, making me wonder if I’m their topic of discussion or simply a component of it. I’m half tempted to open my mouth and ask what they’re whispering about, but I don’t get the chance.

“There you are, Callum.” Governor McCann approaches with his arms wide. There’s an unsteadiness to him, which probably has something to do with the empty bourbon glass in his hand. “I was beginning to think you snuck out on me.” Callum’s easy smile is instant as he seamlessly slips into character.

“You know I’d never do that to you, Harrison,” Callum insists, “But I do need to be going, I have some business that apparently can’t wait until morning.”

“Ah, well business comes first.” If I wasn’t watching so closely, I would’ve easily missed the conspiratorial wink the Governor shoots at the man beside me. Callum chuckles with a nod, the rich sound vibrating through me. “Keep in touch. And I expect to see you at the club next month for a rematch.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” With Callum’s confirmation, Harrison McCann’s glassy gaze moves to me.

“It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Lexie. I hope to see you at another function very soon.” Even buzzed, his charisma is smooth and eloquent. Spoken like a true politician. My smile in return is friendly.

“It was great meeting you, Governor.” Is my gracious reply.

“Duty calls, I won’t keep you.” Governor McCann extends his arm towards Callum. My eyes meet Callum’s when he reaches out to clasp hands in a firm shake. The same hand that was just inside me less than five minutes ago. His words from the office echo through my head, turning my insides into molten lava.

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