Page 31 of Keeping Denver

"I feel your eyes on me," Callan says, his voice gruff from sleep, then opens his to slits. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"Couldn't sleep any longer so, I'm about to take a shower. You can go back to sleep."

Callan tosses the blanket to the side and climbs out of bed. "I'll join you."

My belly dips, and I don't miss the evil glint in his eyes before turning on my heel, and ambling into the bathroom with him behind me. Callan makes his intentions known when he opens a drawer below the bathroom counter, retrieving a box of condoms. My heart rate increases, and I bite my lower lip to suppress my smile.

After Callan and I had sex for the first time yesterday morning, I mentioned the fact I've only been on the pill a week, and it wasn't effective yet. I also noted I was due for my period soon and due to timing, we were probably in the clear.

Reaching into the shower, I turn on the hot water while Callan steps out of his boxer briefs then effectively rids me of my t-shirt and panties. I go about shampooing my hair while Callan takes the body wash, squeezes some out into the palm of his hand, then rubs them together, working up a good lather. He starts by running his hands from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, across my stomach, before snaking his hands around to my backside, caressing the curves of my ass. He palms my cheeks, then reaches between my legs, slightly touching my already sensitive clit. His finger teases my pussy, finding it already wet. "You sore?"

"A little," I say, my voice heavy with desire.

Dipping his head, Callan peppers kisses along my shoulder and neck, causing my entire body to shiver, my nipples to harden, and leaving my breasts feeling heavy from his teasing. "Come here." Callan hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us backward, sitting on the tiled bench at the far end of his massive shower. "So sweet. So, fucking sexy," he says between kisses as he palms the cheeks of my ass once more.

Reaching for the condom he'd placed on the shower shelf, Callan puts the foil wrapper between his teeth, and rips it open. I watch as he reaches between our bodies and sheaths his cock. "Ride me," he orders, and without hesitation, I do as he commands.

Rising to my knees, I rest my hands on his shoulders while he guides the blunt head of his cock to my entrance. With Callan's hands clasped at my waist, I take a deep breath, and slowly lower myself until his cock is buried inside me, completely. Today, there is no pain, only the feeling of being full. Callan releases a strangled grunt as I begin to rock my hips, getting use to the new sensation. "I like it like this," I tell him as I grind down harder.

"Fuck," he hisses, tightening his grip on my hips.

Callan's face looks as if he's in pain, and I stop moving. My heart drops with the notion I'm doing this the wrong way. I'm sure he is used to women with more experience. "Am I doing it wrong?"

Callan's features change as he cups my face in his hands. "Everything you do is perfect. I want you to move the way your body is telling you to. I promise there is no greater feeling in the world than being inside you, Denver. My problem is you feel too good. I'm seconds away from blowing, and I'm not ready yet."

At his confession, I relax and do as he says. I move my body in whatever way makes it feel good while Callan palms my breasts. The moment he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I throw my head back. "Callan."

"That's it, baby. Take what's yours."

Soon, the pleasure becomes too much, and Callan decides to take over. Standing from the bench, our connection is broken as he turns, and suddenly my back is pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall. With no time to think about the agonizing empty feeling between my legs, Callan remedies it by slamming back into me in one fluid motion, causing me to gasp. Our mouths meet in an urgent kiss. With our bodies pressed against one another, I feel the rapid beat of his heart. "Jesus." Callan pulls out then surges back in. I push my hips down, trying to match his rhythm.

"You feel so good inside me," I moan, gripping his shoulders. Sooner than I'd like, my belly tightens, and the walls of my pussy begin to flutter.

"Shit, baby, I'm coming." Callan works himself in and out of me at a rapid pace. "Come with me."

My body keeping time with his, I throw my head back, and my lips part. "Oh, god!" My orgasm rages through my entire body. With one final thrust, Callan falls with me, and I pull him in tighter as we ride out our release together.

A short hour later, before work, Callan takes me to a hole-in-the-wall diner where the woman behind the counter calls him by name, and where they serve the best French Toast in the city. His words, not mine. As we sit getting ready to eat our meal, I start to hum along to the Christmas music playing in the background, and a thought comes to mind. "Do you have any plans for Christmas?" I take another bite of my French Toast, enjoying the robust cinnamon flavor.

"I usually stay at home. On Christmas Eve Spencer and I eat dinner with Frances and Richard, but normally my Christmas day is spent alone." Callan downs his coffee. "However, I have thought about taking a trip this year." His eyes gleam when he looks at me, cocking his head. "Why?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I take a small sip of my caramel latte. "No reason. I thought we could maybe get a small tree for the Penthouse. I've never had my own tree before. I thought it would be fun." Sitting my mug on the table, I wave my hand. "It was a silly idea. Forget I said anything."

Callan pauses before placing another bite of food into his mouth. "Nonsense. You want to get a tree and decorate it; we will. I'll buy you the biggest fucking tree we can find if that's what will make you happy."

"Really?" I can't contain how happy Callan makes me and bounce in my seat.

Callan chuckles, then leans over the table, kissing me. "Really, baby. We'll go today after work and pick one out."

Sitting at my desk a couple of hours later, I rub my temples, trying to soothe the throbbing in my head. We're only a few hours into the workday, and already, Callan is in a sour mood. He received a phone call soon after arriving at the office, and whoever it was set him off. Now he's snapping people's heads off left and right. "Miss Hollis!" Callan's irritated voice barks over the intercom from the phone sitting on top of my desk "Is the boardroom set up for my three o'clock?"

"No. I was…"

He cuts me off. "Get it done."

Gritting my teeth, I resist the urge to walk into his office and strangle him. I was on my way to do just that, but once again, I didn't have the opportunity to tell him so, before he barked at me. Instead, I give Callan my best sweet voice. "Yes, Mr. Hawk. I'm right on top of that...asshole," I must not have released the intercom button in time because his voice fills the air once again. This time sounding more amused than angry.

"I heard that, Miss Hollis."