Page 85 of Callow

“Her book. Now that she only has one day to go, she said she’s going to binge it to be ready for the next one. I hope your credit card has a high limit,” she said. “I saw her scrolling through the list Allie sent her. And I meanscrolling.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I can handle whatever books she throws at me. And whatever ridiculous coffee concoction you want from the cafe.”

“For that, I will buy brunch.”

“Like hell,” I said.

“Why can’t I pay?”

“Because I’ll be there. You can pay for all you want when I’m not around. But if I’m there, I’m paying.”

“I should be bothered by that macho man stuff.”

“But?”

“But I kind of like it,” she admitted with a little smirk. “I’m always the one paying for everything. It will be nice to be treated. Though, the book thing will only be the once. Daph—“

“Can buy as many books as she wants on me,” I said. “You both deserve a little spoiling.”

“You know… you don’t have to buy me things to win me over. You already did that.”

“With my sparkling personality?” I asked.

“Well, that, yes,” she said, leaning up to press her lips into my neck. “And other things,” she added, subtly rubbing her knee over my lap.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned.

“Who says I can’t?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Come on,” she said, reaching for my hand and pulling me with her.

Down the hall.

Into the bathroom.

“I already showered,” I said as she reached into the shower to turn the water on.

“Well, then you can just watch me shower,” she said, working her robe open, slipping it off, and tossing it at me.

By the time I hung it on the back of the door, she was already out of her tank, shorts, and panties, leaving her stark fucking naked in front of me.

“Get over here,” I demanded as I reached back to make sure the door was locked.

With a pretty little flush creeping across her cheeks, Sabrina crossed the small space toward me. As soon as she was close enough, my hands sank into her hips, pulling her close, then turning her to face away from me, looking in the mirror as I moved in behind her, grinding my already rock-solid cock against her ass cheek.

I got to watch in the mirror as her eyes went all cloudy and her lips parted in a little whimper.

My hand slid down from her hip to press between her thighs. Just resting my palm against her, though, not giving her the touch her dripping pussy was begging for.

Not yet.

My other hand moved up her belly, cupping one of her breasts, squeezing until I got a little moan out of her, then releasing to roll her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

It wasn’t long before she was riding my hand, was too needy for relief to care how desperate she was being.

And I was fucking eating that shit up.

“Callow, please,” she begged, bearing down harder against my palm but still not getting what she was after.

My hand slid across her chest, continuing the torment as my lips went to her neck. “Not yet,” I said, loving the pathetic objecting noise she made.