Page 131 of All of Me

But I’m not even close to done with her yet.

I shove my boxers off, pressing my body over hers, feeling her heat against me.

She lifts her hips, rubbing against me, teasing us both. “Daddy,” she whispers, biting her lip. “Fuck me.”

I groan, gripping her thigh, hitching it over my hip. And then I’m inside her, filling her deep, slow, making her feel every inch. We both moan at the same time, the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming rush of finally being where we belong. Her nails drag down my back, her body clenching tight around me, pulling me deeper.

“God, you feel so good,” she breathes, rolling her hips against me, taking me even deeper.

I grip her waist, thrusting slowly at first, savoring it.

She feels so goddamn perfect.

She lifts her head, nipping at my bottom lip, whispering against my mouth, “I want it harder.”

A rough groan rips from my throat. I grab her hips, pinning her down, giving her exactly what she asked for. I drive into her deeper, faster, harder, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer. Her fingers claw at my shoulders, legs wrapped tight around me, holding me exactly where she wants me. I feel her getting close again—her body tightening, tensing, trembling beneath me.

“Come for me, Callie,” I murmur, thrusting deep. “Be a good girl.”

She gasps—her whole body bowing beneath me, shattering, breaking, falling apart around me. When I feel her clench tight around me, pulling me deeper into her release, I lose it. I bury my face in her neck, growling her name as I follow her over the edge, my body shaking, emptying into her, completely lost in the way she feels.

Later, she’s curled against my chest, her body still humming beneath my fingertips. I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, my hand tracing lazy circles over her hip. For a long moment, we just breathe together, tangled and warm. Then, softly, she says, “You know, we’ve been talking about making changes, about what’s next for us.”

I let out a quiet huff of laughter, pulling her closer. “You’re bringing this up now?”

She lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

I study her, brushing my hand through her hair. “What are you thinking?”

She shifts, propping herself up on her elbow, her expression thoughtful, a little nervous. “What if we didn’t wait until next year? What if we moved to Darling Ridge before the end of this one?”

I watch her, my heart still pounding from everything we just shared.

I reach up, cupping her cheek.

“How’s November sound?” I murmur, kissing her slowly.

She smiles, her eyes bright, full of everything I love.

The warm glow of candlelight flickers from the nightstand, casting soft, golden shadows over Callie’s bare skin as she leans across the bed, reaching for something. The sheets are tangled around us, her body still pressed against mine, warm and soft, the scent of us lingering in the air.

When she turns back, she’s holding a small, neatly wrapped box, the blue paper slightly crinkled, the bow a little crooked.

I raise a brow, shifting onto my elbow. “What’s this?”

Her lips curl into a knowing smirk as she nudges it toward me. “Just open it.”

I hesitate for a second before tearing into the wrapping, peeling it back to reveal a sleek leather tool belt—the same one I’ve been eyeing for months. My chest tightens. “Callie…” My voice catches, and I don’t know if it’s from surprise or the sudden rush of emotion.

She watches me closely, biting her lip, like she’s waiting for my reaction.

“You didn’t have to,” I say, my throat thick as I run my fingers over the smooth, high-quality leather. It’s not just a tool belt—it’s the exact one I wanted.

“I wanted to,” she says softly, shifting closer. Her body presses against mine, warm and inviting, her fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along my ribs. “You work so hard, Owen. For me, for the kids, for everything. Let me do this for you. You deserve it.”

Her words hit me square in the chest. I set the box aside and pull her into my arms, holding her tight, burying my face in her still-damp hair. “Thank you,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with emotion.

She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her hands coming up to frame my face, her thumbs brushing lightly over my jaw. “Happy birthday, handsome,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine in a slow, tender kiss.

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