She obeys, sitting on my desk in her underwear, blouse and the sodding cardigan. I know this moment is carved into me now. This desk will never just be a desk again. It will always be her, here, like this. She’s breathtaking—her hair tousled, her lips swollen from kissing. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked, and the thought makes my cock twitch in anticipation.
I step closer, my hands going to the waistband of her knickers.
“Lift your hips,” I instruct, and she does, her eyes locked on mine. I slide them down slowly, letting my fingers brushher most sensitive spot as I go. She gasps, her hands tightening on the desk, and I smirk.
“So wet,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the dampness between her legs. “You’re soaking for me, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t deny it, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. I love that I can make her feel this way—unashamed, uninhibited. I unzip my jeans, pulling them down just enough to free my cock. It’s hard and throbbing, and I can see her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of it.
“Touch yourself,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it.”
She hesitates, her eyes flicking to mine, but then her hand moves, her fingers brushing her clit. She’s tentative at first, but as she watches me watching her, her movements become bolder. Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and I can see the pleasure building in her.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my hand moving to her hip. “Let me see you come apart for me.”
Her eyes close, her head falling back, and she moans softly, her fingers moving faster. I’m hard as stone, my cock aching to be inside her, but I’m not ready to give her that yet. Not until she’s begging for it.
“Open your eyes,” I command, and she does, her gaze meeting mine. “Look at me while you come.”
Her body tenses, her fingers stilling. “I can’t—”
“You can,” I interrupt, my voice firm. “For me.”
Her hand moves again, her fingers circling her clit, and I watch as her eyes glaze over, her lips parting in a silent cry. Her body shakes, her legs trembling, and I step closer, bracing her with one hand, holding her steady.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “Come for me, Stella.”
And she does. Her body arches, her fingers digging into the desk. Her cries fill the office, and I can feel her climax ripple through her, her muscles clenching and releasing. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally comes down, her body slack against mine, I kiss her shoulder, my hands smoothing her hair. “You’re incredible,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.
She leans into me, her breath still shaky. “Callum,” she says, her voice soft. “I—”
I silence her with a kiss, my lips pressing firmly against hers. I can taste her desire, her need, and it’s intoxicating. My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.
But as our lips part, and she looks up at me, her eyes searching, I know this isn’t over. Not by a long shot. The tension between us is still there, thick and heavy, and I can see the questions in her eyes.
What does this mean? Where do we go from here?
I don’t have the answers. Not yet. All I know is that I want more—more of her, more of this. More of the way she makes me feel.
Chapter 10
Stella
Ican’t breathe, can’tthink, can only feel. Callum’s hand on my hip grounds me, his touch steady and firm as my body trembles with the aftermath of my orgasm. My fingers still tingle from where they’d circled my clit, my legs feel like jelly, and my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. His voice, thick with desire, whispers in my ear, “You’re incredible,” and I melt into him, his warmth enveloping me.
“Callum,” I murmur, my voice shaky, my mind foggy with need. I want to say something, anything, but the words catch in my throat. I turn my head slightly, my lips brushing his jawline, and I feel his stubble scratch against my skin. “I—”
His lips silence me, firm and demanding, and I surrender to the kiss. His taste is intoxicating—a mix of tea and something uniquely him. My hands clutch the edge of the desk, my knuckles white, as he pulls me closer, his body flush against mine.
But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. My body still hums with unspent desire, my core aching for more. I pullback from the kiss, my breath ragged, and turn to face him, my eyes pleading. “Callum,” I beg, my voice low and desperate. “Please. I need you.”
His gaze darkens, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weaken. “What do you need, Stella?” he asks, his voice a low growl, his hand sliding down to cup my thigh, squeezing gently.
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing with heat. “I need you to fuck me,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “Right here. Right now.”
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips, and he leans in, his breath ghosting over my ear. “Greedy girl,” he teases, his hand sliding higher, his thumb brushing dangerously close to where I’m still wet and throbbing. “But you’ll have to earn it.”
