On her stomach. With one leg bent with her knee up, facing away from me.
In just a teal thong.
The demon inside of me roars. My blood rushes through my ears and straight to my cock, which instantly swells rock-hard as my eyes land on her pert, tight little peach of an ass, split down the middle by the thong.
The thong is pulled tight between her legs, and right up against her pussy. The fucking lace is half see-through, and it’s molded to every—and I do meanevery—square millimeter of her cunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My hand drifts down to the bulge in my sweats, cupping my swollen dick before I can stop myself.
Callie stirs.
Fuck.
I hastily drop my hand and slip back out the door, closing it silently before I knock. Very loudly and insistently.
“Callie!”
“W-what?” she mutters groggily.
“Get up. Your brothers are coming over.”
And I need to take a seriously cold shower before that happens.
* * *
“Yeah?”
Deimos nods at my raised brows. “Yeah.”
“For how long?”
Originally, Callie’s brother was going to fly back to London, where he runs the Drakos family’s European operations, tomorrow.
Apparently, he’s decided to stay in New York for a while.
“Unclear,” he lifts a shoulder.
“About as unclear as his goddamnreasonfor suddenly abandoning his job back in London,” Hades mutters.
“Hades,” Ares growls.
But Deimos seems completely unfazed as he leans against the kitchen counter, ignoring both of his brothers.
“I haven’t abandoned anything. I’m more than capable of handling business from this side of the Atlantic. And Kostas can deal with anything on the ground in my absence.”
I’ve never met Kostas, Deimos’ number two. But I’ve heard he’s every bit as formidable and slightly spooky as Deimos is.
“Well,” Cillian clears his throat. “This is for you.”
He hands me a brand-new iPhone. I frown.
“I already have a phone. Actually, I have this exact model.”
“Well, this is yourbusinessphone.” He smirks. “You’re going to be one of those douchebags with two phones now. Sorry, comes with the job.”