Page 65 of In Good Company

“You wear these dresses and tennis skirts so often, they’re such a tease,” he says, using the hand not holding my thigh to push up the fabric of my dress.

“They’re comfortable,” I tell him, lifting my hips from the wall as he hooks his fingers into the side of my panties and begins to slide them down my legs. He moves my leg off his shoulder only long enough to get rid of them completely.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he mutters. The words are said gruffly but quietly, almost as if they were said to himself instead of to me.

He looks up at me from his spot on the ground. For a moment, my eyes flutter closed at the sight. Never did I think I’d have Callahan Hastings on his knees for me. I keep them closed for a moment, giving myself time to gather my composure before opening my eyes again.

It’s the most perfect sight.

His piercing blue eyes are darker than normal, lust clouding them as he leans in and swipes his tongue against me.

I moan. The acoustics of the narrow hallway make the sound much louder than it was…or maybe I really am being that loud. I can’t seem to care. Not when he slides his finger back inside me at the same moment his tongue circles my clit.

I sway on the one foot I have steady on the ground, my body too focused on what he’s doing between my legs to stand up straight.

Cal’s grip on me tightens. He slides one hand to my ass and squeezes. The movement presses me to his mouth as his tongue expertly works against my clit. He then pins me against the wall, ensuring there’s no chance of me being unsteady again.

His finger speeds up inside me.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he tells me, lifting his head to meet my gaze for a moment. “I missed it.”

A rush of wetness pools between my thighs at the sight ofmeglistening around his mouth.

“You could’ve tasted me again a while ago. You were the one stopping it from happening.”

A low growl comes from his throat. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

I moan at the softness of his tone. There’s something about the way he said those words and seeing him on his knees infront of me, his lips wet with my arousal, that makes them ten times hotter than they’d be in any other scenario.

“Maybe,” I tease. “Only if you forgive me for ruining your shirt.”

His eyes flick down to the muddy handprints on his shirt. “Ruin anything you want of mine, Lucy Rae. If it ends with you moaning my name and my face between your thighs, you can destroy every material item I own.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He fuses his mouth to me once again, and my head falls back against the wall with how good it feels.

Everything’s different with Cal. In no time, the familiar buildup of tension and desire is seconds away from tipping me over the edge. It doesn’t take long for the tension to snap and for my screams to ricochet off the narrow walls.

Cal makes sure I ride out the entire orgasm before he pulls his mouth from me. “Those moans were sexy. I’ll have to work harder when I finally fuck you though. Your next orgasm will be around my cock, and I want it to be my name that’s falling from your lips.”

I suck in a breath at his words.

Does that mean we’re finally going to have sex?

A shiver runs through my body at the idea. “Cal,” I get out, not knowing what to say.

I didn’t know it was possible to be so desperate for another human being. I’ve never felt desire or lust like this. I’ve never wanted someone inside me as badly as I want to feel all of him.

I’m still trying to figure out what else to say to him when he stands up and places his hands on my ass. In one easy movement, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his middle out of instinct.

“I’ve done everything I can to be patient with you, Lucy,” Cal begins as he kicks the door to his room open. “It’s takeneverything in me to try and do things right. But I’m desperate for you. I can’t hold back any longer. Tell me, can I fuck you?”

I moan at the way he saysfuck. I didn’t know a word could be so sexy, but coming from his mouth, it’s the sexiest word to exist. “Yes,” I respond, my hips moving up and down to get some kind of friction.

Cal gently places me on his bed. His hair sticks out in different directions from where I must’ve grabbed onto it when he was eating me out. “I’m so fucking relieved to hear you say that,” he croaks, his brilliant blue eyes scanning over me. “Can I see you?” he asks, his voice quiet. “All of you?” he adds.

I nod, my skin heating at the thought of being completely naked in front of him.

“Only if I can see all of you,” I answer, my words coming out just as hoarse as his.

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