Page 106 of Endgame

A loud knock follows the doorbell ringing, registering to my perverted little brain that I’ve left him waiting while sitting on the other side of the door dreaming about his cock.

Jesus.

I could’ve had the real thing right here.

But not yet. I need him to be starved. Not hungry, not hangry, butstarvedfor me.

“Coming.”I hope we do soon.

I’m a twisted, twisted woman.

Opening the door, I’m greeted with a delectable sight; his attention is fully set on me.

Callaway isstriking—and that’s a mild term to describe his beauty.

Today, his eyes are ones I could get lost in. The brightness in them is usually pronounced, but today, it’s different. He’s wearing a light blue Henley that makes them pop even more, drawing attention to his gray and black shaded tattoos cascading his entire body.He’s matched this style with dark wash straight jeans and his signature Chelsea boots. I’ve noticed he wears them when he dresses up for something important.

My eyes finally reach his, and it’s clear I’m caught ogling him once again, but I’m unashamed.

I’m also in the mood to speak unfiltered.

“You weren’t going to open the door.” He thinks that, but he’s very wrong.

Surely this will surprise him. “Apologies. I wasdaydreaming about sucking your cock. Sorry to make you wait for that. Okay, let’s go. Wow, you look great.”

I’m babbling, kicking myself for my horny behavior, and requiring damage control onmyself. I’ve reached a new low.

His heavy gasp stops my hustle as he lightly grabs my elbow, moving my body back into his sight.

“I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood that. It sounded like you said you were daydreaming about sucking my cock, angel? Tell me I’m mistaken.”

Oh. Did he like that? I could drop to my knees right no?—

“Dakota. Eyes on me. That time will come. Answer my question, beautiful.”

Sir. You tease me.

“Uh, I might have said something along those lines. Ignore me, I’m nervous, and I say random things I think when I’m nervous. Things that should be kept inside my head and not spoken out loud. See, I’m rambling now. Can we go?” I do my best to shuffle around his massive frame to grab my things, but the giant man before me won’t let up.

“You were thinking about me.” He’s shooting me that sexy smirk, announcing it like a statement, not a question. Arrogant asshole. He’ll never let me live it down.

Making a joke about this is all I can conjure. “Oh yeah. All the time. I’m obsessed. Ooo, are those wedding bells? Call the preacher. It’s time to get hitched.”

I’m legit laughing; my hand covers my chuckles as I try to catch my breath through the giggles. I’m hunched forward, letting my laughter consume me and giving him no room to interfere. Callaway suddenly places his index finger under my chin and raises it slowly to meet his deadly stare.

There’s no anger there but humor and lightheartedness.

I’m glad we’re of the same mind.

His eyes meet mine in question, and I still have yet todiscover how he can somehow bring everything around us to a cease fire and keep my attention on him.

He sees me in a bone-deep way and loves it.Lovesme.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time. I can barely get you to admit you like me. If it gets you to the altar, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Suddenly, my laughter dies down and is replaced with uncertainty.

Without thinking, I grab my things off the counter and quickly walk out the door, stopping outside the threshold as I wait for Cal to turn around and follow. He stands unmoving, and I am positive it’s from me ignoring his declaration.

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