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That felt wrong, like some kind of violation. But when she moaned my name again, a little whimper on the end of it, I turned the speaker off. If she tried to use the intercom, it would chime to alert me, and I’d turn it back on.
I squeezed my cock, unable to remember a time when I’d wanted to jerk off more than at that moment. But it still felt wrong. If she’d been awake while teasing me, I could have. But she’d been asleep and not in control of herself.
I lay there thinking of scenes from action films with gunfire and ugly guys beating the hell out of each other to try to distract myself.
* * *
I didn’t sleep well. It was hard to get relaxing, refreshing sleep when my dick kept waking up and reminding me of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard in that house.
I was never going to forget how Callie hadmoaned my name.
I was in the kitchen sucking down my second cup of coffee when Callie came downstairs. Her bedhead and sleepy eyes were so fucking adorable, it was hard not to stare.
“How’s your thigh?” I asked,
“It’s fine. A little tight.”
Then, despite myself, despite how I should have gotten the hell out of there since she was up, I asked, “How’d you sleep? Bad dreams or anything?”
I was desperate to see if she reacted. Like maybe she remembered a dream about me and would blush at the question.
She didn’t blush. The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she narrowed her eyes. “I slept really well. No nightmares.”
“Good,” I sighed.
“Actually, had a really nice dream,” she said, raising her eyebrows.
I swallowed hard. “Good. Nothing scary, then.”
“Nope. Nothing in the dream was scary. I was in really good hands.Skilledhands.”
I dared to look at her. She had a little grin on her face as she looked back. She sipped her coffee, and her cheeks finally started to get pink.
“Glad it was nothing unpleasant.”
“Oh,” she said with a little laugh, sliding her fingertip around the rim of her mug. “It was the opposite of unpleasant.”
I had to remind myself that she was my boss’s daughter. My job assignment, my responsibility.
“Well… have a good day, Callie. See you later.” I grabbed my coffee and got the fuck out of there.
8
CALLIE
I was in my bedroom,engrossed in my book when I heard Blake get home from work. Every time I felt the pull of the tight, healing skin on my leg or got a glance at the bandage, I thought of Blake’s hands on my thigh.
I’d gone instantly wet when he’d put that bandage on, my legs falling further open on their own.
Hell, I’d kind of wanted that moment to be like the beginning of a bad porn film. Hot guy tends to woman’s injury, then slides his hands up her leg to work some magic with his fingers before dropping to his knees to go down on her.
And if I said the thought of him lifting me onto the counter and fucking me right there hadn’t crossed my mind, I’d be a dirty liar.
I was tired of being screwed over by men and not looking to get into a relationship, but that didn’t stop me from wanting Blake. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been that up-close and personal with.
Blake knocked on my door and I told him to come in.
“How do you feel?” he asked, leaning on the door frame.
