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She keeps her legs closed, not allowing me any access to her.
I run my fingers through my hair. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
″I don’t want to make it weird.”
″You can tell me.”
She huffs, propping herself up on her elbows. She clears her throat, and the look on her face tells me that it’s something I won’t want to hear.
″It’s something he used to do.”
I nod as I sit up. “I’m going to cut his fucking tongue out.”
″No, you’re not.”
Yes, the fuck I am.
Chapter twenty-eight
Callum’sarmsfoldaroundmy stomach, his chin settling into the crook of my neck as he lays behind me in bed. He lets out a content sigh, squeezing me tightly to him, and though his eyes are closed, I know he is slowly waking.
There’s an ache between my legs, butterflies in my stomach, and a mended heart settled in my chest.
I had sex last night and I didn’t throw up. I didn’t kick and claw my way out of the situation.I enjoyed it.
Forcing my eyes open, I roll to face Cal. He’s awake too, smiling at me as I rub my eyes.
″Morning,” he says.
″Hey.”
″Sleep okay?”
I nod, then sit up and yawn. “I have to get ready for work though.”
″Call in sick. Stay here in bed with me all day.”
I glance at his alarm clock on his nightstand that reads six in the morning. I should be out of the shower and eating breakfast by now.
Cal runs his hands along my ass, squeezing, and pulls me from my thoughts. I grind my hips into him, sighing with pleasure. He smells of fresh soap, no whiskey on his breath this morning, and no cologne lingering.
″I’ve never called out of work before. Not about to today, baby.”
He sucks in a breath, squeezing me tighter. “You ruin me when you call me that.”
I smirk, kissing him. “I’ve gotta go. I can come by tomorrow.”
Cal’s hand slides between my thighs, and instead of shooing him away, I open my legs. He trails kisses along my neck in the sweet way that I like, and I exhale slowly as I push my hips against his hand.
His fingers spread me apart, teasing and touching everywhere but where I want him to, where I need him to. I roll onto my back, my hips moving, wordlessly begging him to finger me as he continues to tease.
As if knowing what I want, his thumb slides into me, swirling circles. I gasp at the sensation.
His teeth graze my ear. “Stay in bed with me today. I’ll make you come over and over.”
″Don’t you have things that need to be done?”
He removes his thumb, but replaces it with two fingers, pumping them slowly. It’s just enough to keep me wanting more, yet not enough to satisfy me.
