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His response is a circle of his hips before he presses his lips to mine for a lush kiss. “You’re beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Emotion builds inside of me, but I chase it back with a simple plea. “Fuck me.”
His lips close around my nipple. The soft touch of his tongue is followed by the sharp bite of his teeth, and each thrust of his body into mine only makes me want more.
I cry out when he shifts to my other nipple, and as he bears down on it, I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands because I want that mouth. I want to feel it on mine.
He gives me that and more as his tongue tangles with mine. I let out short, uneven breaths. His hand drops to my core, and with a flick of his fingertip over my clit, I come hard with a scream from somewhere deep within me.
He fucks me slowly through my release, his finger never leaving the swollen bundle of need. “Again. I want to feel that again.”
“I can’t,” I protest. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he demands before pulling back and flipping me onto my stomach in one easy movement.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s inside of me again. The angle is deeper than before, and as I moan from the pleasure mixed with the exquisite bite of pain, he runs his lips over my shoulder.
He fucks me hard, relentlessly, drilling my hips into the softness of his bed until I come again, and he follows with a groan that reverberates through every part of me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sean
I standbehind Calliope and watch her every move.
I had my mouth on her as soon as I tied off the condom and disposed of it in the wastebasket near my bed.
She had already come twice when I was inside her, but I craved more.
I couldn’t go another second without tasting her, so I crawled over her and dove between her legs.
I held her against my mouth as she came again for me after I coaxed a finger into her tight channel while I ate her pussy.
I drifted off after that, but obviously, she didn’t.
She’s wearing her bra and boy shorts. Her T-shirt is still where she dropped it in the foyer, but her jeans have been tossed onto my couch.
She’s in front of it, perched on her knees next to my coffee table.
Spread out before her is a bunch of cash.
It’s all sorted into piles.
To the side, separate from the rest, are three twenty dollar bills and a ten.
Confused, I whisper her name, hoping I won’t scare the hell out of her. “Calliope?”
Panic blankets her expression when she glances over her shoulder at me. She jumps to her feet, spinning to face me. “I thought you were asleep.”
I drop a hand to the waistband of my boxer briefs. “I was, but I woke up. I thought you bailed on me.”
She mistakes that confession for a suggestion. “I should bail. I mean, I should go home. It’s getting late.”
I step closer to where she is. “What are you doing?”
Her gaze volleys between the money and me. “I was… those are my tips from tonight.”
I look at the money again but don’t say a thing.
