Page 81 of Endgame

“Question solved. Is that it?”

The faintest laugh escapes him, throwing off my composure. His eyes are darkening with domination.

“That’s it. Now what are you gonna do about it, angel?”

The forwardness he shows me won’t ever not affect me.

It makes me weak.

Feelings I never knew existed parade through my heart,leaving me no choice but to showCallaway how I feel. He’s not looking at me anymore, almost like his declaration was exhausting enough that the idea of looking at me is too much for him to handle.

My turn.

It's time for me to be the one who shows the fragments of my heart tohim.

I waste no time in reaching to grab both of his hands, linking them with mine. I hastily lift his massive body in an urgent motion, dragging him behind me into the sheeted tent. It takes little effort to get him to oblige—it looks like we’re both thinking the same thing. The closing sheet is hardly settled before I’m on him. Full-body hunger and passion leave my body, giving him no time to catch up.

The moment my lips find his, I know I’m a goner. Signed, sealed, and delivered to Callaway Hayes. He feels like coming home. This moment between us being something we’ve longed for the last few months, and to finally have it, to be able to feel it, and enjoy it, makes my heart feel so full.

Both of my hands graze the side of his face, caging him in with no room to escape. The feel of the see-through tent behind me reminds my starving body of its presence and the chance we are indeed putting on a show.

And I don’t even care. The rumbling from his mouth tells me he doesn’t either. This moment is about us. We deserve to have it.

I can sense when Callaway catches up to my impulse because I’m no longer in control of this kiss. A heated moan escapes his lips, still locked on mine, as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, my tongue reaching to explore his.

I’m lifted from the ground swiftly, my feet automatically wrapping around Cal. His feet move while his hands explore every inch of me. Callaway lowers his body to sit in thenearest chair, my legs still enveloping his hips. At this very moment, I realize he is fully clothed while I’m still in my tiny red bikini. No wonder the sensations of his calloused hands on me send me into overdrive.

“Nice to see you’ve finally caught up.”

His hands are everywhere, leaving no place untouched. My body hums as they dive beneath the backside of my thong bikini line, gripping a large handful of my ass.

“I’m there.” My breathing is heavy.

I have been there for a long time.

I’m sorry for the wait.

I don’t think I could ever correctly articulate this feeling. I’ve spent too long fighting him and thinking about how our being together would make everyone else feel, yet never once thinking aboutus. It feels right.

It feels like our wavelengths are finally aligned.

His lips are nipping my neck, dragging his tongue along my most sensitive part. I could come from his touch alone. The growling and moaning coming from his mouth riles me up more than I’m prepared. And I’ve anticipated this moment for a long time.

“Thank fuck. I can’t get you close enough. These curves. I’m a dead man. You are so beautiful.” His dirty mouth will be my fortunate undoing. I never want to stop kissing him.

I’m so turned on my body feels like an explosive ready to erupt. The throbbing intensifies with every stroke of his tongue, my hips seeking friction on his lap.

“That’s it. Grind that sweet pussy. Make a mess of me. Show everyone who you belong to.”

Not an exhibitionist, my ass. Knowing the possibility of us being watched makes me turned on even more. I need him inside of me, and I don't even care where we’re at.

My moaning is more than likely echoing through thesheets, but I can’t seem to stop. “Mhm, Callaway. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

My grinding on him picks up speed as I chase my high.

Callaway is still kissing me, making his way from my lips and leading towards the underside of my ear. “Did you really think I’d give in that easily?”

Motherfucker.

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