Page 30 of Callum


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"Banned from this room, but I saw some of them lurking in the lobby when you arrived. I imagined they got off a few shots that will appear in the morning tabloids."

Her eyes flashed at his unconcerned manner. "And that was what you wanted."

He eyed her mutinous expression, the lust punching a hole inside him.

"More or less."

"I asked you to wait."

"And I did not agree."

"I do not want the publicity."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"You took the decision away from me."

"I did, yes." His hand drifted to her bottom as he pressed her against him, acknowledging the startled gasp when she felt his desire. "I am an adult and have never felt this way. I don't give a damn who knows it."

"I do. I-"

He ended the retort by crushing his lips to hers. She put up a token resistance for form, but it was to no avail. Her body went limp as he devoured her lips. She felt the enormous and powerful desire crawling through her, crowding out her commonsense and the fact that people were present.

The clapping sounds had her pushing at him, and he allowed her to ease away. "Let's hurry up and get dessert, shall we?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "I have this powerful need for you that is threatening to erupt."

*****

He had ripped the front of the dress in his haste to get to her as soon as they made it into the bedroom.

"I liked the dress." She was sprawled half on top of him, trying her best to catch her breath.

"I will buy you another or two." His hand slowly circled her back, his heart beating unsteadily against her cheek.

"You could have waited two minutes to take it off."

"What do you do to me?" He shifted so that he looked at her. He had destroyed the immaculate styling of her thick, dark brown hair and ravaged her lips. He had also put bite marks on her flawless skin, something he should be ashamed of but was not.

He had been hot and ready to have her and had ended the dinner abruptly with the promise to have breakfast with the men tomorrow. He had barely made it into the bedroom before he started tearing at her.

Lifting her head, she gazed at him, her lips swollen by his kisses. "We need to talk about the big fat check you gave Jack."

"What about it?" He tugged at a fat curl and watched as it sprang back.

"He said it's a lot."

"And?"

"Was it because of me?"

He quirked a brow at her. "I believe you already asked that question."

"My name is in the contract."

"It is, yes. And?" He repeated.

"You never discussed anything like that with me, and I do not appreciate being blindsided."

"It's a simple contract."

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