Page 28 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
“True,” I chuckle. “How are things withyou?”
“Everything is good here. Apart from the local sheriff, who seems to think I’m a thief,” Daisy says with uncharacteristic venom.
“What?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she grumbles. “I’ll fill you in another time.”
“Daisy—"
“Listen, Lils, I gotta go,” she says suddenly. “Call me when you get back, okay? You’ve got this. Love you.”
With that, she’s gone, and I’m left staring at my phone in my hand. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out there’s something more to this situation with the sheriff. I make a mental note to tackle her about it next time we talk.
I take a sip of wine, running my fingers through Groot’s smooth coat as he jumps up on my lap. My mind is all over the place, remembering what happened between Callum and me earlier. My cheeks burn again with remembered desire and embarrassment.
Callum said he wants me. That he’s wanted me from the moment I walked into his office. And not for one night—he wants me for keeps.
I can’t deny I have feelings for him—strongfeelings. He may be my boss, but I still want to lick his nipples and ride him like a rodeo champ.
But what happens if I give in to my feelings and things don’t work out? I’ll be looking for another job. My confidence took a nosedive after what happened with Miller, but I know that will pale compared to the pain of not having Callum in my life. The thought of not seeing him every day has my stomach twisting into knots.
Something tells me this business trip is going to change everything.
Callum is either in meetings or out of the office over the next few days, so I barely see him.
When I arrive at the office at 9 AM on Friday, my nerves are shot, and I’m tired and grumpy from lack of sleep. Callum and I have only shared half a dozen words since I wriggled my way to orgasm on his lap, and I’ve spent the last three days overthinking the whole situation. Is he having second thoughts? Regretting words spoken and promises made in the heat of the moment? I wish I had more experience to draw on.
“Punctual, as always," Callum smiles, quirking a dark eyebrow as I enter his office.
“You said nine. Here I am,” I reply with a bright smile that belies the butterfly farm swarming in my stomach.
“Yes, here you are,” he murmurs, prowling toward me. His eyes travel over me leisurely, taking in my black pants and light-blue sweater, topped off with my waterproof jacket, my small suitcase dangling from my hand. He reaches out, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “How are you doing, Angel?”
And that’s all it takes for my heart and panties to melt.
"Nervous,” I admit.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had time to talk over the last few days, but in case you were wondering, everything we talked about on Monday stands,” he reassures me.
“It’s fine. I know how busy you’ve been,” I reply with a wry smile. “Are we ready to go, or…?" I let the question trail off as he weaves his fingers into my hair to cup my head, tugging me closer.
“I need a kiss first,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that sends chillsskittering over my skin.
Every argument I have about why getting involved with my boss is a bad idea goes sailing out the window the second his mouth touches mine. It’s not a gentle kiss—he dives right in, pressing my lips open and licking inside my mouth like he’s starving for a taste of me.
My small case hits the floor as I lift my arms to fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me. He smells fantastic, a purely masculine mixture of aftershave and something I can't quite put my finger on, something intrinsic to him. Maybe he's got a shit-ton of those pheromone thingies. Yeah, that would probably explain why I’m a puddle of hormones every time he touches me.
Callum’s hands drop to my ass, cupping it and tugging me into his hips. We both moan as our bodies mold together, his erection stabbing me in the stomach. The kiss goes on for several long moments, my hands gripping his hair, his hands squeezing my ass. When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily, and I’m shaking so hard I’m worried my knees will give way.
“Holy shit,” I pant, my breath fanning his lips.
“We’re explosive together, Angel,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine. “The last three days have been hell, remembering how you cameapart in my arms. Now I know what you look like when you come. All I can think about is feeling you come around my mouth as I eat you, watching you come on my cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Callum,” I moan, squeezing my legs together as my pussy clenches with desire.
“You want it too, don’t you?” he asks, sliding his mouth along my cheek and gently biting my earlobe. “Want my mouth on your nipples, my tongue between your legs, licking that tight, hot little cunt?”
Dear God, he has a dirty mouth. And I love it.
