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“No, baby, this is a reward for both of us. We finally got here.”
Callum slid into me slowly, stretching my pussy as I welcomed him. Then he patiently inched inside, filling me like we were made for one another before, as equally slowly, he pulled back out.
Callum cursed quietly, his slow and deliberate movements teasing every nerve ending, sparking the desire to tempt an inferno between us.
Then pushing in, his rhythm increased, filling me with possessive need. Our breathing mingled as it quickened to panting. My heart clamored in my chest as the rush of blood rose to a crescendo in my ears while I climbed to release. My grip on Callum’s hands tightened, the speed and friction increasing where our bodies melded together.
I cried out his name against his mouth, bucking against him in ecstasy as he released a raw and carnal moan of his own, matched with the urgency of reaching the pinnacle of our desire.
Callum moved to my side as our bodies were wracked with waves of aftershock.
“I don’t know about you, but any fantasy I ever had pales compared to that and you.” His hand flopped to rest across his stomach while our breathing was still erratic, matching our heart rate. I closed my eyes while I concentrated on leveling my breathing out.
“I’m so glad you know how to keep a promise, Mr. McArthur.”
“You’re not the only one.” Light-heartedly, he chuckled.
When our breathing returned to normal, Callum pulled me gently into his side, my head resting on his shoulder where I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart.
Callum’s fingers ran sensually along my collarbone before trailing down my back. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to your mother’s funeral,” he apologized softly.
“Thank you.” I brought my head back to take him in, so he could see my sincerity. The innocence and genuine remorse on his face held me still against him. “You know she had every detail planned out. It would’ve been extravagant if I could’ve afforded her grand plans.”
“What kind of plans?”
I slid up on my elbow, my hand resting against his bare chest. “She wanted peacocks to start with.”
“Peacocks?” Callum arched his eyebrow, taken aback by how random my statement truly was.
I couldn’t fault him for possibly doubting me or the truth of my story because who in their right mind planned their funeral to include peacocks? Other than my mother, indeed.
“Yes, she wanted them free to roam during the service. The colors would be a spectacle, and everyone would talk about it long after she was in the ground. Oh, and doves. She had a particular penchant for inviting the birds in her death, although she was particularly frightened of them in life.”
Callum let out a rumbling chuckle. The sound surprised me before I exploded in fits of my laughter. We laughed until tears rolled down my cheeks. And it felt so good, tear tracks and all, to laugh with careless abandon until the exhaustion forced me to flop down next to Callum again. The aftershocks of our hysterics rumbled on for moments after, a bubble still bursting until we’d composed ourselves.
“What else?” Sliding his arm around me, Callum pulled me close and planted a kiss on my forehead.
A contented sigh escaped me as I snuggled in closer.
“What else did she want?”
“Um…” I ran through the list in my head. There were more details than a celebrity wedding, but I couldn’t recall most of them. “An orchestra. She wanted a full orchestra to play as the coffin was carried to the graveside.” A yawn escaped me, squeezing my eyes shut while my hand covered my mouth.
“Come on, sweetheart. I’ve worn you out. Let’s get you upstairs to bed.”
“This is my bed,” I argued as another wave hit me.
“You aren’t sleeping down here on this mattress another night, not while I’m here to fix it for you. Don’t argue with me, Alina,” he warned with a stare-down of affectionate intent.
Tugging at the sheet to wrap around me, I climbed off the mattress under Callum’s instruction. Still completely naked, he hiked it onto his shoulder while carefully balancing as he navigated the doorway and the staircase.
“I’m not sure I like it so much when you’re bossy, McArthur.” I pouted.
At the top of the landing, bent into an awkward position, he paused and turned to me. “You didn’t mind it not that long ago.”
A momentary flash of a cheeky smile toyed with his lips before he disappeared through the doorway to my bedroom.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
