This… with him… like this… felt perfect. I didn’t want to leave this dark place and face the rest of the world. Here, in the blanket of darkness, he was mine alone.
When he whispered sorry before kissing the back of my neck, I moaned against him. “It was painful in the beginning, but when you started coming, it wasn’t so bad.” I cocked my head to the side, resting it against his check, seeking for his lips. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me,” I said in between kisses. “I’m yours, after all.”
As our kiss deepened in an act of completion, I had never felt more in love with him. Never had I felt such an all-consuming connection with another man.
My feelings for Callum were complicated, but there was no speck of doubt that I was in love with him. My heart ached for him. My very soul yearned for him.
“Callum,” I moaned, voice loaded with emotions. Feelings so anew, yet I couldn’t say them out loud in fear of chasing him away. So for now, this was to suffice.
There was no going back.
I wanted this man. All. Of. Him.
~S~
At three in the afternoon, I decided to come out of hiding in the workroom and finally get something to eat for a light snack. I skipped breakfast since Callum and I woke up late. So, we decided to eat sandwiches instead. That was almost five hours ago.
I was about to enter the kitchen to fix something for myself when I decided to head straight to his study to check if he wanted something to nibble on.
When I got there, silence greeted me when I opened the door after a few knocks with no response.
Brian, Callum’s other PA, apart from Eleanor, was striding towards me with a big smile, not finding it odd that I was in the study without the Boss.
“Hey, Miss Stella. If you’re looking for the Big Bad Wolf, he’s downstairs, sharpening his killer instincts.” Brian breezed past me with his bright electric blue pants, white dress shirt paired with glaring green and electric blue tie to match his outfit and white suede loafers on his feet.
When he saw me check out his ensemble, he grinned at me. “Like it? I just got this yesterday. I love neon colors, don’t you?”
I did, at times, but not all together, if I could help it. “It’s very funky. It definitely suits your happy persona.” It truly did. What I admired most was that he wasn’t afraid to wear casual clothes whilst working with Callum. If he were in the entertainment industry, it would be understandable, but not in the business sector where the company you work for was one of the largest companies that had the capability of swaying the stock market.
“Mr. Kensington let’s me wear whatever I want during weekends. He’s not really that particular when it comes to wardrobe as long as there are no major meetings or events involved. I could pretty much get away with a lot of things.” Brian whistled along as he rounded Callum’s desk, opened a folder and shifted some papers. For the documents needed signing, he inserted it to the ‘Immediate Attention’ tray.
Brian was so easy to be around even though this was only the second time I’d met him. “How long have you worked for Callum?”
“For a few years now.”
The urge to ask about Zara was almost at the tip of my tongue, but I held back just in case Brian would tell his boss. Now that was a problem I didn’t need.
Clearing my throat before smiling at him, I said, “See you around.” I bid him goodbye and went off to look for Callum in the gym.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I went downstairs, but certainly I wasn’t expecting a full-size boxing ring with two men sparring and wrestling with mixed martial arts in it.
Callum. Sweaty. Rugged.
Hard as rock abs glistened as he worked against his opponent. He had black tape wrapped around his hands with some loose, black, track trousers on. Barefoot.
A burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I saw him do a double fly kick and he started to grapple the other large looking man before they rolled onto their backs, limb to limb, looking like they were about to crack each other’s necks.
I cleared my throat loud enough for them to hear me as I walked towards the ring. As I got closer, my eyes immediately locked onto Callum’s dark depths, sparking instantaneous lust in me.
Jesus, what a sight he was up close.
Was it wrong that I was beyond soaked? Yep. The man seriously mastered this body.
Chapter 24
Callum
The soft sway of her hips compelled me to look her and I halted everything with a flick of my fingers. Lars, my Irish trainer, paused as he checked where my gaze had landed.
Lars simply grunted, knowing full well how seductive Stella looked as she came towards me; hips swaying and face clear of makeup with a short, silk dress on. She looked every bit the luscious woman and I realized just then that I wanted to sample her sweet tasting lips again.
“Hi,” Stella shyly greeted me, blushing, eyes all on me with one thought in mind; lust. She might’ve greeted me shyly, but there was nothing shy about how she looked at me now. She hungered for me. Blatantly.
“Hello, my sweet.” I grinned, coming out of the ropes and hopping to the ground, standing before her. “Missed me?”
I saw her contemplate the question. I knew she missed me. It was written all over her. All I wanted was confirmation, for her to say the words out loud.
“A lot,” she whispered, unwavering. “I missed you quite a bit.”
My self-restraint dissolved immediately. Like a hormonal teenage boy, I pulled her against me and kissed her as if she was the air I breathed.
From the background, my ears perked up when I heard the glass door close with a soft thud. Lars took his cue and left me with my enchantress. “I’m taking you out on a date.”
“Really?” she panted, taking my lips again as her arms encircled my neck before she spontaneously hopped and jumped onto my hips, locking her legs around me while her hands cupped my face, kissing me with pure, unadulterated hunger.
My hands cupped her bottom, squeezing it as I did so, matching her passion with abandonment. “Christ, you’re so gorgeous.”
Stella started to rub up against me. The heat from her pu**y felt wonderful against my stomach. “Fuck me in the ring, Cal,” she pleaded, voice packed with desire.
Hell. It was the first thought that had popped into my brain the second she wafted through the doors, looking the way she did. She looked like the first bloom of spring; fresh and un-plucked. It was pure, simplistic beauty. “I would love to, darling, but I promised to myself that I would take you out on a date this time before I try to snake my way into your hot,” I suckled on her bottom lip, “slippery and enticing pu**y.”