Page 46 of Flat Out
"When… how?—"
"You shared your calendar with Antoine and me, love."
Oh, this motherfucker. I gave that to his pilot so we could coordinate my flight schedule to take care of Callum last week. What I didn’t expect was for Callum to take matters into his own hands and change my hotel reservations.
I huffed and turned back to the front desk. The woman handed me a keycard, but I couldn’t look away from her fast enough. I felt Callum's heat behind me before I felt his arm sliding around my waist like a tether.
“Come on, love,” he murmured with a tender kiss to my temple. “Let’s enjoy the view.”
"Impossible," I grumbled in French, thanking the attendant before marching toward the lifts. Callum kept his arm draped around my waist with a grip that saidI already own you, and walked with the confidence of a man who'd just brought me to my knees with nothing but his voice and his fingers.
He was too goddamn cocky for his own good.
And if I thought the ride up was going to cool us off, I was dead fucking wrong.
When I was done being his good girl for the night, I was going to make him beg on his knees for more.
The doors to the lift slid shut behind us with a hushedding, sealing us in a gold-trimmed box of polished mirrors and low jazz. My breath was already uneven. Callum stood close behind me, maybe a little too close. His body heat felt palpable in the small space. I didn’t move, because if I did, I’d rub against him. And if I rubbed against him, I’d melt all over again. I needed to get a fucking grip.
But then he leaned in, breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Still dripping?” he murmured, voice low and sinful.
I slow-blinked at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-bruised, hair haphazardly falling out of my loose ponytail. I looked like I’d just had the orgasm of my life in the backseat of a chauffeured sedan.
Because I most definitely had.
And now he was behind me, radiating dominance and restraint, looking like a man who wanted to leave fingerprints on every inch of my skin.
“Spread your legs,” he said, barely louder than a whisper.
“Callum—”
“I didn’t ask you to speak, mon cœur. I asked you to obey.”
My knees went soft. I conceded, unable to do anything other than follow his direction. The moment my stance widened, his hand slid up under my skirt from behind, the other holding my hip firmly to yank me back into him, right into the wet mess plastering his clothes to his hard, muscular body. I sucked in a breath as his palm found the curve of my inner thigh.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re stillsoaked.You’re really going to walk into the penthouse like this?”
“You did this to me,” I whispered.
He chuckled, dark and low, and moved his hand around to my front. “Don’t remind me. I’ll have to reward myself.” Then he did the unthinkable—dragged one thick finger up the lace, right over my swollen, drenched slit. I shivered. The bouquet of flowers dropped to the ground and my palms hit the mirrored wall to brace against the sensations.
"You're a greedy girl, Auri. You know that? You came all over my lap and here you are, fucking melting for me again." He stretched the lace of my panties taut like he had earlier, and I almost cried. I'd been free of it for less than twenty minutes. Fuck.
I watched it all in the reflection, my mouth falling open. His hand under my skirt. His other shifted to grip the back of my neck, holding me there, pinned and helpless, and loving every second of it.
The lift dinged as we passed each floor.
“Stay still,” he murmured, rubbing slow, tight circles over my clit, the lace creating a dangerous friction that had my toes curling.
I whimpered. “Please. Callum…”
“Say my name again and I’ll stop the fucking lift so you can make another mess all over the fucking floor. Right here. Right now.”
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Floor twenty.
“You want to come again before the door opens?” he whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. “Want to walk into the suite a sloppy, fucked-out mess already?” I whimpered, and I trembled as I fought the orgasm off. “Or…” He nipped my earlobe, then gently pulled his hand away. I nearly cried from the loss. “…you can wait ten more seconds and I’ll ruin you properly. Against every surface in that suite.”
