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His ministration became slower, teasing.
“I warned you not to start a war with me.” He guided his thumb in an achingly slow arch. “I should stop right now to punish you for being impertinent.”
“You wouldn’t,” I moaned, so close to climax that the thought of it being taken away was like death.
Another brush of his fingers, a flick that sent me shivering.
“Callum, you can’t.”
The smile in his voice was maddening.
“Keep watching, kitten.”
To my relief, he began massaging again, swiftly now, less lazy, driving me to a pinnacle I was made to dive from. I arched, reaching behind to caress his shaft, imagining the bliss of being filled with it. I was rewarded with a low groan, the sound undoing me. Lightning struck as I reached my climax, his hand moving from my neck to my mouth to stifle the cry and save me from embarrassment after all.
He held my quaking body, fingers pressed against the pulse of my ecstasy until it slowed.
“There’s a sound from your lips I would love to hear again,” he said.
The doorknob of a door I hadn’t even noticed rattled. There was another entrance to this room, set between two high cabinets, concealing it in shadows, and someone was trying to get in. We hastily parted from each other, and Callum grabbed my arm once again, this time to pull me into the hallway.
We managed to escape without notice, no one waiting in the corridor as we emerged. He closed the door softly as to not give us away.
“Ms. Dillard is always roaming around checking every unusual noise,” he grumbled, irate.
We locked eyes and after a beat, both started to laugh. Surprising me, he enveloped my body in his arms, pressing his face into my hair as the delight and thrill of the circumstance tickled us.
There were more sounds now, voices coming from the sitting room, and we parted again, trying to control our faces. Callum pushed me to start walking, keeping behind a respectable distance.
Dr. Hannigan appeared from the sitting room.
“There you are!” he bellowed.
“The caterers were overwhelmed,” the professor lied easily, a natural. “Miss Foxboro was trying to direct them, but I had to step in. It’s all in sorts now.”
“The kitchen is a creature of its own,” the doctor agreed. “Come, we’re starting charades.”
“First, let me excuse myself. I need to clean up after our escapade.”
“All right, all right, but go quickly. Everyone’s eager to start.”
The doctor returned to the parlor to a rise of cheerful voices as Callum moved down the hall, glancing back with a smirk that reignited me, despite my recent relief.
Before I could enter the parlor, Margaret moved from where she’d been standing in the shadows of an alcove, smoking yet another cigarette and bringing to mind, bizarrely, the caterpillar fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, haloed in a cloud of smoke.
“Yes,” I said shortly, trying to wave it away.
“Tepid response for a woman who just got her bell rung. I saw you and Callum come sneaking out there all pleased with yourselves.”
“You need to mind your own business,” I grated with such a hateful sneer I was surprised at myself.
“Please, dove,” she said, so earnest that tendrils of doubt began to choke my anger. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Like you helped Callum’s wife?”
“What do you know about it?”
