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I lower my arms, palms finding the table behind me, and Callan’s next inhale hitches as I shift my body weight to lean back on my hands.

I wouldn’t consider myself to be modest; I’m pretty confident in my own skin. But the longer Callan stares, the harder it is to sit still.

Silver eyes trail up my legs and stomach, lingering on my breasts and the valley between them. The cool air, mixed with his attention, has tightened my nipples into almost painful points, and I don’t think I can bear it a second longer.

His gaze drifts up to mine, and I shift my hips when he still doesn’t move, shamelessly searching for his hands, his lips, his anything.

Having decoded my silent request, Callan leans forward, a hand braced on either side of me. “Do you want me to touch you, Chaos?” He says it with such confidence, but I can hear the shake in his voice. The words strangled in his throat.

I’m nodding before he can fully finish the sentence.

Callan leans in closer, lips hovering just above mine. “Enough with the nodding.”

I blow out a frustrated breath, a dampness pooling between my legs at just the prospect of being touched. “Yes,” I force out, my body screaming it louder than I can voice. Even my magic demands it—rumbling beneath my skin and swelling in my stomach until I’m not sure what’s supernatural and what’s desire.

He settles further between my legs, gaze drifting down my chest. “Are you sure?”

Asshole.

“Positive.” I capture his attention with the lift of my chin, bringing my mouth closer to his. “Do you want to touch me, Captain?”

Callan huffs a laugh, a taunting sound that fans across my lips. “More than I want my next breath, Lucina.”

I’m consumed by his confession, as evidenced by the quick breath I draw in.

Callan smirks, dipping his head to press a kiss to my collarbone. The touch sets me on fire. “Does that scare you?” he asks, trailing his lips across the base of my neck. “Being wanted in that way?”

I shake my head, remembering what he’d said about nodding when his eyes snap up to mine. “No,” I rush out.

“Good.”

Callan shoves his chair back with his foot, and I gasp when one of his hands moves between my legs, his other coming up to support my back. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, groaning when he discovers my body’s reaction to just the thought of him touching me.

The touch drives me wild, and when Callan sinks one long finger inside of me, I’m hardly able to kiss him back.

“I can’t believe you let me talk so long,” he mutters, taking his sweet time coaxing me into a frenzy, alternating between a light touch and a deep, claiming thrust.

I throw an arm around his neck, nails digging into his shoulder, moaning into his mouth when he slides a second finger in with his first.

“Again,” Callan orders, working up a pace that makes my legs tremble. “Louder for me, Lucina.”

I moan again, the sound spilling into the otherwise silent room, and Callan’s teeth sink into my bottom lip. I begin pulling on his shirt, content to just rip the fabric away, but when he curls his fingers, he hits a spot that numbs my limbs.

“Callan,” I gasp, but he doesn’t slow, bicep flexing as he works in and out of me.

I think I might detonate. Completely shatter right here on top of the blueprints and confidential paperwork that don’t seem to matter to him at all right now.

“Come on, Cin,” he whispers against my parted lips.

“More,” I exhale, every inch of me aching for him. Demanding to be closer. To be filled by him and nothing else.

When he doesn’t give in to my request, I drop my hand between us, fumbling for his belt, instantly frustrated when he snatches my hand away.

He kisses me again, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip as he pulls my arm off his neck and guides me back until I’m lying flat against the table.

I whimper when his fingers retreat, leaving me painfully empty. “What are you doing?”

Callan shakes his head at my question, sliding his hands beneath my thighs. “I promise I’m not done with you.” Air fills my lungs in an audible gasp when he yanks me down to the edge of the desk.