Page 87 of Stolen Hearts


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“So…wecan have an agreement, then?”

God help me, the swiftness with which my cock grows to full, swollen fucking size, straining feverishly against my pants when she says that is alarming.

And dangerous.

Andtelling.

“Excuse me?”

She blushes. “I just mean…if one of us has…needs…”

I absolutely cannot be thinking of Callie’s “needs”.

Or the way her pussy clenched around my fingers as she moaned for me. Or the way she tasted, or the moans she made when my balls emptied my cum down her throat and she swallowed it all down.

Or the ways her eyesbeggedme to take everything else I wanted from her.

“Callie…”

“Relax, Castle.”

Her face heats as she sniffs contemptuously and shrugs, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turns away.

“Just because I’m married to you, doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with you.”

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CALLIE

But only becauseI probably already am.

That’s the second part of my punchline, the part that doesn’t make it anywhere near my lips, let alone past them.

We eat the breakfast I made in relative silence after that. I glower into my eggs and bacon, trying not to steal glances at the man eating next to me with the bulging arms and swaths of tattoo ink…and the perfect jawline…and the intense blue eyes.

The man whose tongue was between my legs last night. The man who told me to “get on my fucking knees and open my fucking mouth”, which is literally the single hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

I mean holyfuck, who even talks like that?

Castle does.

Castle talks like that. At least, to girls he looks at the way he looked at me last night—like he wanted to devour me whole.

He’s, umm…not looking at me like that anymore.

I steal another glance at him as I chew a piece of bacon and take a sip of coffee.

I know what his cock tastes like.

The sinful knowledge burns like a hot coal in my mind. Like a dirty little secret, or classified information I’m not supposed to know. Like he’s Mount Olympus, and last night I stole fire from him.

Almost absentmindedly, I let my tongue trace over my lips, remembering the way they felt all swollen and puffy last night after what we did.

That was a new sensation for me.

So was the electric, tingling, aching sensation between my legs from his mouth, and the sweet burn of his stubble on my inner thighs. The demanding way his tongue swirled around my clit, rendering me unable to do anything but explode for him.

I wantmoreof that feeling. A lot more of it.

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