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But I hate even thinking about that part of my past. Rory and I buried it long ago, made a pact never to discuss it.
And we never did.
Until now.
I inhale. “I want to tell you. But you’re going through so much right now. And then Murphy’s got vandalized, right after you made the decision to stop the—”
He stops me again with a gesture. “Please, Callie. Not here.”
I nod. I get it. He made a huge error in judgment, and Brendan is paying the price. He’s not himself. He’s going through as much—perhaps more—as I am. It wasn’t my father who took a bullet.
“The hotel?” I ask.
He nods. I wave to Rory as we walk back to the hotel.
We don’t speak as we walk the block. We don’t speak as we enter and tap through the lobby. We don’t speak as we wait for and then enter the elevator. We don’t speak as the elevator door opens and we walk toward our room.
Donny taps the keycard, opens the door, and holds it for me while I enter.
I turn to him to speak, but—
He grabs me, pushes me against the wall next to the door, and smashes his lips to mine.
The kiss is angry.
Raw and angry, and oh, so delicious.
He growls into my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine, our lips sliding together, our teeth gnashing.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, until he rips his mouth away from mine.
“You know that spanking you like? I ought to put you over my knee and make your ass red for not trusting me, Callie. I could do it.”
“God, yes. Please.”
He shakes his head. “No way. I won’t touch you in anger. Not that way.”
God, he really is angry. So angry.
“Donny…”
“No. You don’t talk. Get undressed and get on the bed.”
I drop my mouth open.
“Did I not speak loudly enough?”
I force my jaw back into place.
“You can say no, Callie, but if you don’t, I want you naked on the bed in the next thirty seconds.”
Already I’m hot as a flame.
Donny Steel’s voice—that commanding voice. It does something to me. Takes me somewhere I never thought I’d go. Or ever want to go.
I’m hardly the submissive type.
But damn…
The flames burning between my legs right now beg to differ.
I shed my clothes in record time, never letting my gaze drop from his. His hazel eyes darken and smolder.
I stand before him, naked and ready.
“On the bed,” he growls.
Right. He said to get on the bed. I resist the urge to sprint and slowly stride toward the bed, looking over my shoulder the entire time, my gaze never wavering from his.
“You know what?” He darts me a glare. “Forget on the bed. Get on your knees, Callie.”
I hold back a gasp. I’m determined to please him. It has nothing to do with the fact that he thinks I don’t trust him. It’s unconditional.
I want to please him. Case closed.
I drop to my knees next to the bed.
He walks toward me slowly. Deliberately. His pants are tenting with his erection.
My mouth waters.
When he stands in front of me, his erection is right at—you guessed it—my mouth.
“Unbuckle my belt, Callie.”
I obey. I have no idea why, but something in his voice—his command—makes me want to obey him. If I obey him, I’ll please him, and I want to please him more than anything.
Even more than I want law school—God help me.
Even more than I want my next intake of oxygen.
I work his belt slowly, my hands trembling. This is crazy. I’m not nervous. I’m turned on. But I force myself to go slowly, to keep him on edge as well as myself.
“Now unzip my fly,” he says.
I comply, again slowly.
“Take out my cock.” His voice is gruff. Like sandpaper.
His dick is warm and hard in my hand. Donny often talks about not yet taking the time to worship my body as I deserve. I haven’t done that for him either, and I’ve yearned for it as much as he has.
“Suck me,” he says then. “Suck me hard.”
I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, savor the pearl of salty fluid at its tip.
“Damn it, Callie. I said suck me hard.”
I take him into my mouth, applying suction as best I can. He’s so big, and he’s so hard. I’m not sure how far I can go, but I’m determined to give him what he wants. I suck him deeply until my gag reflex kicks in, and then I ease up.
I look upward. His eyes are closed. He’s breathing rapidly.
I must be doing okay.
I take him in again, farther this time, and then back out.
Each time I go a little farther, until I’ve tamed the reflex and can take him nearly all the way. I add my fist and some saliva to help with the friction. Yeah, not my first time at this horse race, though it’s been a while.
