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I shoved my camera into his hands. “Let’s recreate our first night together. And this time…you’ll bite me for real.” I sat down on the loveseat he’d saved. “Like this, right?” I arched my back the way he’d instructed me to do it ten years ago.
But when I stared at him, he wasn’t looking at me. He was running his thumb along the cord of my camera. Where I’d knotted it back together after he ripped it. Because I wanted to remember that moment forever too.
And I wondered if he was thinking that one day he’d have that cord locked in his safe.
I didn’t want him to be sad. I wanted him to pick up where we’d left off a few minutes ago. I wantedhim. Forever. I wanted to be the one that made him happy. I never wanted to see that tortured look in his eyes everagain. He’d bettered himself for me. And now he deserved happiness too.
“Callum?”
He was still staring at the cord.
“When you came into this room when we were apart…did you think of that night?” I ran my fingers up my thigh.
He finally lifted his gaze. And when his eyes met mine, his eyebrows lowered.
“Did you picture me on this loveseat? Just like this?” I pushed the hem of the shirt higher.
His Adam’s apple rose and then fell.
“Did you wrap your hand around your cock as you pictured me?”
He walked up to the loveseat and undid one of the top buttons of my shirt. And then the next. And the next. Until he was pushing the shirt off my shoulders.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was low and raspy.
I followed his instructions.
“Trail your fingers higher.”
I moved my hand higher.
“That’s how I pictured you when I fucked my hand. Just like that.”
God.
“And now I’ll finally have the photos I wanted.” He lifted the camera and snapped a photo. “So I really can remember this forever.”
Forever? Did that mean… “You’re going to change me?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But…”
“Touch yourself, Emma. Show me what you did when you thought about me over the years. And then I’ll show you everything I’ve been dying to do to you.”
Chapter 44
Tuesday
My heart started racing even faster when Callum lowered his eyebrows. God, I loved when he looked at me like that. I slid my fingers higher.
“Tell me how wet you are.” He groaned as he watched me press my fingers into my wetness.
He snapped a photo and put one knee on the couch, spreading my thighs farther apart. He took another picture of my exposed breasts.
“Faster, Emma. Show me how greedy your pussy is.”
He was going to make me come with just his words and my fingers.
