Page 126 of Endgame

“Hmm? What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”

Giggling escapes her beautiful lips again. “I said strip, Callaway. Show me what I have to work with.”

Oh, honey, you need to prepare yourself. If you want to see what hard work looks like, be my guest. My body is prime and ready for you.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

I waste no time, petrified she might change her mind and reveal this was all in my head. The sight of her naked beforeme hasfor surebeen in my head. Except I was the one bossing her around.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and bring the cotton fabric over my head, hearing her draw in a sharp breath from across the room. She’s seen me shirtless a handful of times, but it was work for her, and I don’t think she fully ever let herselfseeme. Until right this very second.

Go ahead, drink your fill of me.

I can’t help but say what I feel and hope it turns her on as much as me.

Unbuckling my jeans, my eyes find her clouded hazels as I lower them to the floor. “I can smell you from here, beautiful. The taste of your pussy is still coating my tongue. It’s my favorite flavor—so fucking sweet.”

Her panting expels in short, achingly slow breaths, her body flushed with heat, watching as I bare myself to her.

My jeans fall to the floor, leaving me standing in a pair of dark gray skin-tight boxers, with nothing to question my size. Arrogance isn’t my thing, but I’ve seen more dicks unwarrantedly from playing the game, that I can confidently say I’m packed. Seeing Dakota's reaction to my size makes me smirk, knowing she likes what she sees.

Lifting my head to catch her stare, I watch as she shifts her body leisurely, clearly resisting the urge to touch herself. “Don’t bother. It won’t be enough for you.”

She looks like she may murder me. There’s a storm brewing in the depth of her gaze, which riles me up even more.

My thumbs find the sides of my boxers while my eyes connect on her curvy body as I slide them to the floor in one haste pull.

“Holy fuck.” That came from her.

That is precisely the reaction I was hoping for.

“See what you do to me?” I’m standing in the middle of Dakota’s tiny apartment buck-ass naked with her on the other side of the room.

Since she has yet to tell me to move, I reach for my hard cock and fist the tip with my hand. The groan that leaves me is long overdue; the touch isn’t what I need, but it’ll work as long as I have her eyes on me.

My fist finds its way to the base of my shaft before taking one long stroke.

“Gahhh. Feels so good. I need your pussy, baby. Can I have it? Will you please let me have it?”

Now I’m begging, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’ve had enough tiptoeing around the inescapable, and I’m ready to feel her.

I see the second her defiance snaps.

Her body lurches from the bed, only taking me a second to match her step as our mouths collide harmoniously. She tastes so sweet, and my hands long to feel her everywhere.

Dakota wraps her dainty arms around my face tightly as she kisses and licks my mouth, moaning like the deviant she is. My hands find their way down the path of her body, stopping at the tits I’ll never get enough of. My large hands enclose around them—the perfect handful. I run my thumbs gently over her dark nipples, and another moan escapes her lips. My cock is nudging the outside of her pussy lips, fighting to break in. Her body is shaking with a need for something more.

“Callaway, please. I…I…I need…”

“I know, baby. I know what you need.”

Her fast nodding is the cutest thing, a clear indicator that she’s relieved we’re both on the same page, and the taunting has vanished. My hands find the bottom of her ass, ourmouths still lost in connection, as I lift her legs around my waist and walk our tangled naked bodies to the bed.

Laying her onto the mattress, I hover above her carefully, letting this moment be my still chance to see her asmorethan Dakota Foster. She’s the love of my life, the one I will protect at all costs, and make sure she never goes a day without feeling the depths of my love for her.

“I love you.” I mean it. I run my hands softly across her face, swiping her hair to the side, hoping she feels my sincerity. It does nothing to hinder the tension between us; it strengthens it.

“I know. And I love you.” Kissing her is the only option. I’m ready to take what’s mine and soak in it.

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