Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Because in those moments of sexual abandon … everything disappeared. My worries, my ambition, the constant noise in my head. It all went poof!
There was nothing but pleasure and the feel of Callan Keen in my arms.
So I threw out all my own rules. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BETH
Callan needed a minute to get himself together. He assured me there were no wet patches on my dress, but I was too flustered and dazed to return to the party. We found a side exit and disappeared without saying a word to the host.
I no longer cared if that upset Sheera. Look at the lengths I’d had to go to, to put off her son without ruining my shot at landing her as a client, and he still accosted me at this party. Moreover, she’d looked at me like I was the problem.
Callan clutched my hand tightly as we strode to his Defender. He helped me up into my seat and when his hand lingered on my leg, we shared a heated look of promise. Maybe this was madness to indulge in a no-strings-attached affair with someone I used to have real feelings for … but I couldn’t lie to myself. The way he’d made me feel and forget everything but him and the pleasure he wrung from my body was addictive.
As he rounded the car, I wasn’t so lost to lust that I didn’t forget to glance over the Jimmy Choo clutch he’d dropped when he was kissing me. To my dismay, there was a small dent on the bottom and two Swarovski crystals were missing. I must have groaned out loud because Callan asked what was wrong. I told him.
“I’ll pay for it.”
“What?”
“I dropped it. I’ll pay for it.”
“It’s a three-thousand-pound clutch, Captain.”
“That I dropped.”
“You’re not paying for it,” I replied stubbornly. “I have savings. I’ll pay for it.”
“We’ll see,” he murmured.
I glowered at him, but the longer I stared, the more my anticipation built. He was so bloody handsome. “You just got me off at a launch party.”
Callan grinned, shooting me a wicked glance, before turning his attention back to the road. “I did.”
“You’re kind of filthy.”
“You kind of love it.”
I kind of did. But we had to be smart about this. “One night,” I said. “That’s it.”
His hands clenched around the steering wheel and he countered, “Three months.”
I gaped. “No way.”
“Scared?”
“You are such a child.”
“Three months, princess. Just sex.”
“One month.”
“Two.”
“Six weeks.”
Callan sighed. “Fine. Six weeks.”
“Maybe we should see how the sex goes first before we negotiate a time period,” I said dryly.
“Fine. After we’ve had mind-blowing sex, we’ll verbally confirm six weeks. Does that work for you, Ms. All Business? Christ, I’ve had shorter negotiations over my Caley United contract.”
I laughed. “That works for me.”
We didn’t touch as we walked from his vehicle to the apartment building. I followed Callan to the lift and we got on together. My stomach was a riot of butterflies as he hit the button for his floor and the lift ascended. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Callan to jump me. He didn’t.
As the lift doors opened, he gestured for me to leave first and I did, my heels clacking on the concrete floor. Then I followed him toward his door near the top of the stairwell.
Nerves and insecurities buzzed in my brain because he was suddenly acting distant, even though I felt like I might combust. As we stepped inside and he closed the door behind us, I was about to ask him if he’d changed his mind already when he spun me around. Callan’s features were taut with want as he practically ripped the clutch out of my hand and placed it on his sideboard.
And then he bent and literally flung me over his shoulder.
“Callan!” I cried, gripping onto him as I bounced awkwardly and uncomfortably atop him.
“Duck.”
I let out a squawk but did as I was told as he marched us into his bedroom. He threw me on his bed like a bloody Neanderthal returning to his cave with a female he’d stalked. I brushed my hair off my face and gaped at him in anger, ignoring the thrill of arousal tingling between my legs. “Caveman!”
Callan’s hot gaze roamed over me as he unbuttoned his waistcoat with fast, jerky movements. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t have time to overthink it.”
I huffed because maybe he knew me better than I thought.
He shrugged off his jacket, throwing the expensive garment on the floor; his waistcoat followed. As he worked on his shirt, I pushed up onto my elbows. “I wanted to do that.”
“Next time.” He ripped off his shirt, revealing a body so perfect, I found myself gawking like a schoolgirl.
Callan not only had a six-pack and tight pecs, but he had that sharp V-cut in his obliques that was difficult to achieve without some serious working out. Every inch of him was hard and sculpted. I’d never slept with anyone who looked after his body quite like this. It was … impressive.