As soon asI made it back into my hotel room, I stumbled over to the minibar. I pulled out two shooters, tossing them back as I struggled to undo the straps of my heels with one hand. I just needed to be drunk enough to forget the hormones, the touching, the panty-melting kiss, the moment in the hallway, the sexual tension so thick I couldn’t function. Just… forget everything about him.
I was losing that battle… and the battle with that tiny little zipper on my back that my tipsy self couldn’t stand long enough to get it undone.
Wait.
Flopping face first onto the bed, I twisted my arms back, successfully undoing the zipper. I could finally breathe, my sweaty skin cooling instantly from the air conditioning in the room. I groaned, shimmying out of the dress before attempting to watch TV to distract myself.
No luck.
I grabbed another shooter and tossed it back. Then I found myself opening the nightstand drawer and grabbing a vibrator, because fuck, I was dying and needed some relief.
The orgasm came fast. It was gentle, incomplete, asif my body knew it wasn’t what I really needed. I huffed, dropping it onto the bed and making a childish whining noise. Just my fucking luck.
Maybe I could wash it all away.
I rolled out of the bed. My feet carried me into the bathroom, arms involuntarily reaching to turn the water to the shower on. Steam filled the space as I stripped out of my underwear, swaying slightly on my feet. I reached back to release my bra clasps?—
The knock at the door was insistent, like whoever was on the other side had no patience. I grumbled, grabbing my silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and pulling it around my body, still flushed from the heat of the steam and my weak orgasm. My head was foggy as I swung the door open, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off—only to findhim.
Callum stood in the dim hallway, arms braced on the frame above us, eyes dark, hair mussed, chest rising and falling with the kind of force that made my stomach twist. He was intoxicated. I could see it in the way his eyes were slightly unfocused, in the rosy hue in his cheeks, in the way his gaze dropped lazily to where my robe had slipped off one shoulder.
His expression hardened. His eyes flickered past me, toward the direction of the bathroom. His grip on the doorframe tightened.
“Who the fuck is in your shower?” he growled, voice low, lethal. His accent was adorably stronger than usual, andwowI was more than a little obsessed with it.
I blinked. “What?”
Callum’s nostrils flared. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Before I could process the accusation and shove him back into the hallway where hebelonged, he was already inside, the door slamming shut behind him. His body molded to mine, all muscle and reckless want. The air crackled—thick, heavy, breathless—like it knew what we were about to do.
Oh God. He was in my room and I was alone, horny, and my inhibitions had long since flown out the window.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Aurélie. Because if there’s someone else in this goddamn room,” he continued, voice rough and ragged as he pressedme back against the wall. “I swear to God, I’ll rip the place apart. So please fucking tell me no one else has their hands on you tonight.”
My breath caught, my mind spinning to catch up. “No one is here, you jealous idiot.”
Callum exhaled sharply, jaw clenching as his hands slid down my arms. His fingers brushed over the belt of my robe, toying with the knot, smirking when my nipples hardened, visible through the thin layers covering me. My breasts felt heavy and achy all of a sudden. "Jealous," he huffed. "That's one way to put it."
"Wanting you and letting you in are two different things, Fraser. And my entire fucking team is on this floor and could've seen you! Not to mention the walls here are thin. They willknow."
He stilled, eyes flicking to my mouth. "I love how my name sounds coming from you," he murmured, voice full of amusement and… something else that made me wet. “You’re lying to both of us if you say you don’t want me here."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I’m not?—”
Callum yanked the robe open, exposing the lace cups of my bra and the fact that I wore no panties. He sighed as he took me in. His knuckles grazed my bare stomach, his fingers tracing lower, teasing, testing,claiming. Tiny shivers electrocuted me from his touch.
“Then why are you looking at me like you want me to ruin you?”
My stomach flipped. Ihatedhow my body betrayed me, the way I ached for him even now, even reckless, even one small orgasm in. The last of my walls were crumbling, and I couldn't stop it. I'd been teetering for so long, refraining from caving to this soul-deep desire brewing between us, but I wanted to give in. Just for tonight.
“I don’t,” I whispered, weak and breathless and entirely unconvincing because I was lying through my fucking teeth. My eyes fluttered closed when one hand brushed my nipples, and I felt it all the way down in my pussy.
“Liar,” he murmured, his breath fanning over my ear. His fingers slipped between my thighs, and I gasped. “Fuck, Aurélie…” His voice was strained, like he was unraveling as much as me. “You’re soaked.”
My nails dug into his arms, scoring his skin, my body arching. Ishouldn’t let him do this, shouldn’t let him pull me into the inferno with him. I didn’t stop.
“You really thought you could just leave me there?” Callum said, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss against my jaw. Fire licked its way through me.
