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Will pulls me in closer to him. “But I plan on doing so many unprofessional things to you.”
I inhale his scent and sigh drunkenly with a small smile. “Have I ever told you I love the way you smell?”
Yup, I’m pretty sure I’m high off all the freaking romance of today.
“Nope.” He laughs. “This would be the first.”
“Well, I do. You smell manly but also like coconuts. Just know, whatever soap, deodorant, cologne—I don’t care what it is—don’t stop using it.”
Will smiles that damn smile. “Okay, I promise,” he whispers, but then takes a step back. “Now, Callie, can I please escort you to your room safely? The gentleman in me insists.”
I can’t help my laugh. “Thank you, I would love that.”
I follow him through the lobby, shoving my hands in my pockets to resist my need for physical affection. I let out a small sigh when we get in the elevator alone and it makes it all the way up to my floor without any stops.
I swipe my keycard at my door. “It seems I’ve made it safely.”
“Then is my job done?” Will smirks.
“For the gentleman in you, it is.” I pull Will in my room by his coat and with the click of my door, it’s on.
Chapter 31
Callie
Ripping away our clothes, my lips only leave Will’s for the seconds it takes for us to pull our shirts over our heads. Savoring this moment is a predicament. I want this man right now—so greedily that it’s near painful. But at the same time, I want to revel in this because I have no idea when this will happen again.
When every stitch of our clothing hits the floor, Will backs me up to the bed. His hands tease my body as they travel down from my face, grazing my hard nipples, then squeezing my ass.
“Talk to me, Callie. Tell me what you need,” he whispers in between kisses.
What I need? Fuck, that’s a great question. I need so many things. I need more of him. I need this rule to go away. I need more than just today with Will.
Will’s hand comes to the back of my head, gripping my hair tight as he pulls it back. “The only time I want you speechless, Callie, is when my dick’s in your mouth. But even then I still want to hear you choking on it.”
Oh, hell. “I want that,” I pant. “Will, I want to let you take control tonight.”
The corner of Will’s lips turn up in a sexy smirk. “As long as I can still hear you, baby.”
Will doesn’t wait for my answer before tossing me back on the side of the bed. I squeal at the unexpectedness of it. As I look back Will’s already started to come around to the other side.
“Come on,” he says as he stands directly behind me. “Hang your head off the edge and open those pretty lips for me.”
“With pleasure,” I purr.
Once I’m where he requests, my body feels like it’s vibrating with anticipation. Will looks down at me while fisting his dick then spits on his dick.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I watch as he works his hand up and down his shaft.
Will’s eyes trail down my body, then come back up with this glint in his eyes. “If you need me to stop or pull back, you tap my leg twice, understand?”
All I can manage is a nod because he steps closer, teasing my mouth with his tip. I try to pull him in, but he pulls back. “Words, Callie.”
“I understand.” I smirk, then he steps closer and takes control of my mouth.
My arms wrap around his thighs, and he slows for a moment, but I’m not fucking tapping. I let out a moan and tug at his legs to let him know that I want him to keep going. Yeah, sometimes I like to play with control, but not tonight. And the part I love the most is that explaining that to Will doesn’t seem necessary. I think if I asked to be dominant next time, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
“You look good like this, baby.” Will’s hands trace down from my throat to palm my breasts. “Fuck, this is going up in my mental gallery.”
