CHAPTER TWELVE #2
“No. Me grabbing you and fucking you up against the wall like I desperately want to would be the definition of sexual harassment. This?” He groans the next four words out. “This is goddamn perfection.”
“I thought I was just a one-night stand,” I murmur. His cock hits my leg and I’m reminded just how hard and sizeable he is.
“Things change.”
My breath hitches as his thumb presses just at my opening, my muscles tightening around him as if I’m desperate for his touch. He chuckles when he feels the involuntary response.
“Fuck me, Collins.” He pushes his thumb deeper into me, and I fight having any kind of reaction with everything I have to try not to moan out in pleasure, because this isn’t what’s supposed to happen.
I’m not supposed to give in to this. At least not without a better fight.
His eyes meet mine again. “That wasn’t a request.”
“You’re assuming I want you again.”
“I don’t have to assume anything, Collins.
You know you walked into that conference room the other day with a sore pussy and sat there with soaked panties as you wondered which one of us fucked you, because all you could think about was me doing it again.
” I cry out as he shifts so that he can tuck two fingers in me with one hand while unzipping his slacks with the other.
My hands are still braced on the edge of the table, the only parts of our bodies that touch are where his fingers are.
I struggle to keep my wits and not be pulled under by the pleasure. For my mouth to not water at the sight of his beautiful cock ready and waiting to pleasure me.
But his arrogance taunts me. His assumption that he can enter my villa and I’d give him what he wants without question irritates me.
I need to regain my footing.
I choose to play with fire.
“I was certain it was Ledger.” I pant the words out and then gasp when his fingers stop moving.
“What did you just say?”
“He seemed in control. Calculated. Dominant. If I had to guess,” I lie, “I would have figured Ledger was the one.”
Callahan stares at me, jaw tense and neck muscles taut, and emits a primal growl I don’t even pretend to understand. He takes the hand off his cock, fists it in the back of my hair, and kisses me with a violent intensity that leaves me breathless.
And then he holds my head still as he looks at me, his fingers beginning to move and push and tease my nerves within me again.
“Rest assured, you’ll know who exactly it was—who it is—the next time you’re in a room with me and my brothers. Make no doubt, Collins.”
“That remains to be seen,” I taunt.
“Goddamn it,” Callahan mutters as he works me into a frenzy. Sensations race through me.
One after another.
After another.
They chase the high until it slams into me with brute force. My toes tingle and my chest heaves as the aftereffects of pleasure wreak havoc on my body.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he grits out.
Do I really want to deny myself this? Deny myself him?
I can’t think clearly with him in my space, with the post-orgasmic haze still wreaking havoc on my body, but I know I have something he wants.
And I know for the first time, I’m in a position of power.
“What’s in it for me?”
“What’s in it for you?” he asks as he releases the hold on my hair, takes a step back, and studies me as if he’s confused by the question.
I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Hmm-mmm.”
“Incredible sex,” he says with a nonchalant shrug and stroke of his cock as if that’s all I need to hear.
“That’s not enough,” I say as his eyes narrow. Clearly he has always been enough for anyone. “If I’m risking my job, there sure as hell better be something in this for me.”
“You get this.” He points to his cock and then where my sleep shorts have a wet stain on them. “Orgasms upon orgasms and sex with me.”
“Like I said, that’s not enough.”
“What do you mean that’s not enough?”
“What I said. You get caught with an employee, and you’re still a Sharpe with a bank account you’ll never be able to empty in your lifetime.
If I get caught, I lose my job, my possible promotion, and given I’m counting on those things to help me pay for a place to live when I get back, I’m taking all the risks by sleeping with my boss. You’re not.”
“So what do you want? A job reference in case it happens? A guarantee that nothing’s going to happen?” He looks so confused and it would be adorable if he wasn’t standing there with his cock hard as a rock. “I’m not in the habit of giving things to get things.”
“Clearly.” My chuckle is low and throaty as I scoot off the counter and step toward him.
He sucks in a breath when he thinks I’m going to kiss him, and much like he did, I move toward his ear and whisper, “For the record, I’ll be offended if you think this is about money or advancement within your company.
I want neither.” But I do want my pride.
And I refuse to be available at his bidding. Powerless.
“Then, what . . .” he says as I take a few steps toward my bedroom. “Where are you going?”
I turn and smile at him. “Giving you time to figure out the right answer, Callahan.” I smirk, my body still tingling from my climax as I glance down to his cock and then back up to his eyes. “Goodnight, boss.”
“Wait. What?” He looks horrified.
“The water seemed pretty cold in the shower,” I say.
This time when I turn my back on him, I make sure to add an extra swing to my hips before I enter my room and lock the door behind me.
I don’t think Callahan Sharpe has ever had to work hard to get a woman. He said as much that first night.
If I’m worth it to him, then he’ll figure it out.
And hearing him grit out a grated Fuck on the other side of the door is all the affirmation I need. I never would have stood up to Clint like I just did to Callahan. I like this new, stronger me.
I collapse on my bed with a victorious grin on my lips and anticipation humming through my blood.