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“You have no idea how lucky you are you didn’t take that asshole up on his invitation,” Cal breathed darkly into her ear. His arms wound around her waist. She was pierced by the sweet feeling it brought. She’d always felt safe in Callum’s grip.
She remembered how he liked to sleep plastered against her. It had been difficult at first, but after a while, she came to crave the tangle of limbs Callum preferred to rest in. Even when he moved in his sleep, he pulled her along. She hadn’t slept deeply in ten months. “I wasn’t thinking about joining in.”
“Good, because you would have been cleaning up a bloody mess, pet. I understand we have problems to iron out. Do not bring another man into them.”
His hands moved up to cup her breasts. She tried to pull away.
“Stop it,” he ordered in that deep voice that had her obeying almost mindlessly. She stilled in his arms. She could feel his rock-hard cock against her ass. “I’m not hurting you, Gabrielle. I promise my cock will stay in my pants. Relax. Let me make you feel good. Consider it payback for the blow job I stole.”
Gaby laughed at the thought. “You were never good at keeping it in your pants, Cal. I’ve heard endless stories of your conquests.”
He stilled behind her. “Gaby, baby, that’s just not true.” He turned her around and threaded his fingers through hers. He pulled her away from the bath area and down the beach. It was quieter here, and he sank down into the sand, tugging her between his legs. “Gaby, I admit to having certain exotic tastes, but you’re under a misconception about my level of experience.”
His hands forced her back against his chest. The cool breeze off the ocean caressed her skin. The moon was full and heavy in the sky. It was a truly romantic night. She felt surrounded by him, his arms almost a blanket around her skin. Gaby knew she should get up and leave, but she’d always been curious about Cal’s past. “I was told you went through a sub a night before you met me.”
He gently urged her head back as he spoke quietly. “I met you two weeks after the anniversary of my wife’s death, Gaby. Do you honestly believe I started fucking my way through the club when she was barely in the ground?”
He asked the question with not an ounce of heat, but Gaby flushed all the same. It seemed she hadn’t been fair to him. It had been easier to think of him that way. It hadn’t lessened her love for him, just made it simpler to leave. “I’m sorry, Cal. I just listened to gossip.”
“You listened to Heather,” he accused softly. “She’s never been my biggest fan, even though I introduced her to Greg. I did go to the club. It was hard because Cassie loved it. It was one of the only places she felt perfectly at home. We were married very young. We discovered our sexuality together. She was very submissive, more so than you ever were, pet. Cassie was incredibly soft. Sometimes, the world was a bit much for her. I was her protector. I provided for her.”
“I’m sure she paid you back.” Gaby felt the strange need to defend her predecessor. In defending Cassie, she was almost defending herself. She’d never gotten credit for what she brought to the table.
“She was different than you.” His hand was on her knee. Gaby was sure she knew what he was doing. It was a manipulative bastard thing to do, she thought ruefully. He was playing with her body, priming her for pleasure. She should get up and walk off, but that would stop him from talking. Cal knew how curious she’d always been. He also knew she was incapable of denying herself this talk.
“How?” She gave up the fight. She relaxed back and let her legs fall open. His hand immediately took the ceded territory. She felt him sigh as his fingers cupped her mound.
“For one thing, she followed orders.” He sounded slightly irritated. His fingers impatiently tugged at her panties. “Since when did you start wearing underwear?”
She
“You have no idea how lucky you are you didn’t take that asshole up on his invitation,” Cal breathed darkly into her ear. His arms wound around her waist. She was pierced by the sweet feeling it brought. She’d always felt safe in Callum’s grip.
She remembered how he liked to sleep plastered against her. It had been difficult at first, but after a while, she came to crave the tangle of limbs Callum preferred to rest in. Even when he moved in his sleep, he pulled her along. She hadn’t slept deeply in ten months. “I wasn’t thinking about joining in.”
“Good, because you would have been cleaning up a bloody mess, pet. I understand we have problems to iron out. Do not bring another man into them.”
His hands moved up to cup her breasts. She tried to pull away.
“Stop it,” he ordered in that deep voice that had her obeying almost mindlessly. She stilled in his arms. She could feel his rock-hard cock against her ass. “I’m not hurting you, Gabrielle. I promise my cock will stay in my pants. Relax. Let me make you feel good. Consider it payback for the blow job I stole.”
Gaby laughed at the thought. “You were never good at keeping it in your pants, Cal. I’ve heard endless stories of your conquests.”
He stilled behind her. “Gaby, baby, that’s just not true.” He turned her around and threaded his fingers through hers. He pulled her away from the bath area and down the beach. It was quieter here, and he sank down into the sand, tugging her between his legs. “Gaby, I admit to having certain exotic tastes, but you’re under a misconception about my level of experience.”
His hands forced her back against his chest. The cool breeze off the ocean caressed her skin. The moon was full and heavy in the sky. It was a truly romantic night. She felt surrounded by him, his arms almost a blanket around her skin. Gaby knew she should get up and leave, but she’d always been curious about Cal’s past. “I was told you went through a sub a night before you met me.”
He gently urged her head back as he spoke quietly. “I met you two weeks after the anniversary of my wife’s death, Gaby. Do you honestly believe I started fucking my way through the club when she was barely in the ground?”
He asked the question with not an ounce of heat, but Gaby flushed all the same. It seemed she hadn’t been fair to him. It had been easier to think of him that way. It hadn’t lessened her love for him, just made it simpler to leave. “I’m sorry, Cal. I just listened to gossip.”
“You listened to Heather,” he accused softly. “She’s never been my biggest fan, even though I introduced her to Greg. I did go to the club. It was hard because Cassie loved it. It was one of the only places she felt perfectly at home. We were married very young. We discovered our sexuality together. She was very submissive, more so than you ever were, pet. Cassie was incredibly soft. Sometimes, the world was a bit much for her. I was her protector. I provided for her.”
“I’m sure she paid you back.” Gaby felt the strange need to defend her predecessor. In defending Cassie, she was almost defending herself. She’d never gotten credit for what she brought to the table.
“She was different than you.” His hand was on her knee. Gaby was sure she knew what he was doing. It was a manipulative bastard thing to do, she thought ruefully. He was playing with her body, priming her for pleasure. She should get up and walk off, but that would stop him from talking. Cal knew how curious she’d always been. He also knew she was incapable of denying herself this talk.
“How?” She gave up the fight. She relaxed back and let her legs fall open. His hand immediately took the ceded territory. She felt him sigh as his fingers cupped her mound.
“For one thing, she followed orders.” He sounded slightly irritated. His fingers impatiently tugged at her panties. “Since when did you start wearing underwear?”
She
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