: Chapter 33

Tossing my suit coat onto the bed, my fingers make quick work of the buttons down my shirt until I’m able to pull it off. Getting out of my stuffy suit is always a relief—especially after a work trip.

It’s still early but I want nothing more than to climb into bed with Lexie. It didn’t take much persuading to convince her to join me after dinner when we got back to the penthouse not too long ago. Columbia was a short but productive trip. I still have some loose ends to tie up for the Harris job, but that can wait until tomorrow. Now that I’m home, I’m ready to indulge in some peace.

Lexie sits cross legged on the bed, playing with the buttons down her silky pajama top. Her eyes move over me, a thoughtful look on her freshly-washed face.

“What do your tattoos mean? Why are only some of them in color when the rest are black and white?” Her curious question catches me off guard, though I don’t show it. No one’s ever noticed the difference of the images on my skin before.

My pretty pink nurse, so smart.

“Truth?” I ask, raising my eyebrows in question. Lexie pauses to consider for a split second before she nods, her eyes taking their time to look at each image woven together up both of my arms and spread out over my chest before scattering down my ribs and torso. Every inch of my skin that her eyes touch burns under her gaze.

“Truth,” she repeats. Unbuckling my belt, my fingers work to unbutton my pants. “What are you doing?” Lexie asks, eyes following the movement of my hands. I shove my pants to the floor and kick them to the side, leaving just my black boxer briefs.

“If I’m going to tell you about my tattoos, you need to see all of them,” I say, indicating the tattoos on my thighs ending several inches above my knees. It’s not a lie, but I also want those lovely eyes on all of me. Her fair skin can’t hide her blush, but she makes no attempt to look away.

“None of them are visible under your everyday clothes,” she points out. Clever girl.

“You like staring at my body, Dewdrop?”

“Am I wrong?”

“I do that on purpose.” My body tenses when Lexie slides off the bed and steps closer to inspect my ink more closely.

“You do everything on purpose,” she murmurs to herself. “Clark Kent’s glasses.”

“Clark Kent?”

“Yeah, you know, like in Superman. It’s just something I thought the night we first met. When you’re wearing a suit, you could be almost anyone on wall street. Well, maybe not just anyone.” Her eyes flicker up to mine. “It’s always felt like your camouflage or a disguise. As soon as the suit coat comes off and your sleeves are rolled up you catch a glimpse of who you really are.”

“I’m no hero, Dewdrop.”

“I know,” she says it so certainly. And she does, she knows me.

Standing here, I suddenly feel naked. Exposed. I’ve never felt such vulnerability before, and I’m suddenly fighting the intense urge to end this. Lexie knows me, she sees me like I’ve never been seen before. It opens me to weakness. I should see her as a liability, but I can’t help but long for her attention. I fucking yearn for her.

Christ.

Her eyes move across my skin, the admiration for the artwork written across her face. My tattoo artist, Gage, is a master at his craft.

I stand completely still, a statue she’s admiring in great detail as I stare down at the top of her pretty blonde head. Her hand lifts to brush gentle fingertips over the Celtic knot colored in red in the center of my chest. My muscles jump under her touch, lust surging.

Fuck.

Lexie doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me right now, her attention solely focused on the story my skin tells. She looks to me to translate it. My eyes track her as I stand in place, barely breathing. Each breath I take is filled with the sweet citrus scent that’s grown to be a part of her. “What’s this one? It’s beautiful.”

Nothing about me has ever been referred to as beautiful before, it fills me with a foreign warmth. Her eyes flicker up to mine and it takes my brain a second to remember her question.

“The triquetra is a Celtic symbol for family. I’m Irish on my mom’s side. The roots of her culture run deep.”

She nods in understanding, her observant eyes taking in the details on my chest. Her gaze moves from the triquetra to the Phoenix on my ribs. I can see her clever mind connecting the dots.

“The tattoos in color are significant.”

“Yes.”

“How many do you have?”

“Too many to bother counting.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

“Not yet.”

“Why is the space over your heart empty?”

“I haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Your tattoos make you look dangerous,” she comments, the pad of her index finger running over the cross on my right peck. “They’re works of art.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me,” I say, tracing her cheekbone and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Breath catching slightly, her eyelids flutter at the contact.

“Then I’m glad you know better.” She just can’t help herself. Her quick wit sends a rush of arousal straight to my already stiffening cock. I’m going to own this pretty, smart mouth of hers.

“Oh, I do know better, Dewdrop. You can’t hide from me.” It’s the truth. Her expressive face displays her every thought and emotion for me to read like a book. Like the desire warming her gaze as her focus flickers to my lips. And there’s no corner of the earth she can run to that I won’t find her. She’s mine to have and never let go.

“Who’s hiding? You know I’m a sucker for pretty things.” Her hand on my chest says I’m the pretty thing.

“I’m not an impulse buy, Dewdrop. Or a pair of shoes you want to try on for a night before taking them back to the store. Once I have you, that’s it. No returns.” My teeth graze her earlobe and she shivers against me. My hand in her hair gives a sharp tug, earning a soft gasp. I take her lips with mine, kissing her so thoroughly that I can feel her heart beat quicken against me. “You’re mine, Dewdrop. I want you to say it.”

“I signed my name on your dotted line.” Her response makes me want to fuck her into submission. There’s nothing I want more than to pound into her until she has no choice but to admit, both to me and herself, that she feels the connection between us. I know exactly how good that feels, having her begging for me while I’m balls deep inside her. But I don’t want a hasty surrender in the throes of passion with her simply agreeing to chase an orgasm.

I want Lexie to be mine in every sense of the word. She needs to come to me without persuasion. That just means I have to work harder to get past these commitment issue of hers.

My pretty pink nurse, so fucking stubborn.

“I want you,” I state. Lexie’s hand lowers to palm my erection through my boxer briefs, squeezing my length. A grunt escapes me at the contact, my hips rocking into her touch involuntarily.

“I know you do. I’m right here, Callum.” She can play dumb all she wants, she knows exactly what I mean.

“I want all of you.” She can’t wriggle out of this, I’m not letting it go. But she’s clever, and I can see the spark in her gaze as she unbuttons her top until it falls away from her lush body.

“Like this?” she asks, the innocence in her voice belying the intent in her eyes. Soft blue lace cups her generous breasts, the rosy pink of her nipples peeking through the sheer fabric. The dramatic swell of her breasts with each breath is hypnotizing. My mouth waters at the sight, the urge to unwrap her gorgeous tits and take her pretty nipple in my mouth undeniable. She’s trying to distract me, and fuck it’s working.

“It’s a start.” My voice is deep with hunger, earning me a knowing smile that goes straight to my already rock hard cock. Shit, she’s too pretty, too alluring. Too damn sexy. My eyes remain glued to Lexie as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, watching as it springs open to let her breasts fall free. Bringing the bra to dangle from her finger, she lets it fall to the floor—those gorgeous, giant tits bouncing and swaying with her every move.

“Better? Or do you need more?” she asks, looking up at me through her lashes with her blue vixen eyes.

Trouble. This woman is nothing but trouble.

“More.” The word is ripped out of me before I can even think it, making her smile widen. Next, her shorts are being slid over the generous curve of her hips and down her legs. Her matching blue lace panties are the last to go. Stepping out of them, she stands in front of me completely naked.

My eyes start from her pretty pink toenails, moving upwards slowly. I don’t want to miss a single inch. Thick thighs, soft full stomach, defined fleshy waist, beautiful heavy breasts. Blonde hair spills around her shoulders and down her back, bright blue eyes shining at me with a desire that makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world.

“You are—” I rasp, at a loss. Fuck, Lexie. Always leaving me without words. “Fuck me.” She lets out a soft laugh, taking a step towards me. Her hands go to my briefs, pulling me in by my waist band, her gaze hot on mine.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the idea here, Cal,” she teases. The laugh I let out is primal, guttural. While her hands tug at my briefs, mine are sliding into her hair and pulling her in for another kiss. Our lips move together so perfectly. She fits so perfectly, she’s completely unraveled me. My underwear is swiftly yanked down my legs. Stepping out of thems, I’m backing her to the bed. I can’t wait another second. I need her, all of her.

Inside her.

Lexie falls back onto the bed and my body covers hers. Scooting her further up the mattress, I’m right there—refusing to stop touching her for even a second. Nails scrape my back, her thick thigh hitching around me as I wedge a pillow under her hips. I’m so fucking hot and hard against her, it’s almost painful. Her mouth against mine is growing more desperate.

“Please, Cal. I need you,” she pleads against my lips, her hand gripping my erection and giving it a pump. I buck against her with a hiss. If she does that again, it’s all over.

“Condom,” I mutter. But her grasp pulls me back in, guiding me to her entrance.

“I have an IUD,” she says, arching against me. “Please.” That’s all I need to hear. Sinking into her, my jaw clenches as her breath catches in her throat.

Fuuuck, she’s perfection.

I move inside her, nothing between us, and we moan together. Using the pillow beneath her for leverage, I push in deeper, harder. Every one of my senses are heightened—every touch, every movement is amplified. Her gasps and sighs send electricity licking through my veins, urging me on. She meets me with each thrust, driving me wild until I’m completely feral.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her legs around my hips pulling me closer. Bracing against my arms on either side of her head, I gaze down at the gorgeous woman beneath me as I pound into her. Her breasts bounce wildly with each stroke, plush curves against my hard panes.

“I know, Dewdrop, I know,” I murmur as her eyes drift shut. “Eyes on me.” The command has her blue eyes opening to gaze up at me, her obedience more than gratifying. Our eyes connected, I power into her as the electricity builds between us. Each sound of pleasure, each moan and sigh, fuels the primal hunger coursing through me.

“I’m going to come.” Lexie’s breathless words ask for permission.

“Not yet.” I’m not ready for her to come around my cock just yet, I want to draw this out as long as possible and my control can only last so long with her.

“Callum,” she pleads, her pussy quivering around me as she fights to keep her orgasm at bay.

“Such a good girl for me, Dewdrop,” I mutter, her submission plucking at my last strands of control. “Just like that. You’re so beautiful while you take my cock.”

“I—I can’t,” she pants, arching against me. “Please.”

“Tell me who you belong to.” The demand slips past my control before I can think better of it. My need to hear her say it is too strong, I don’t care that I’m playing dirty. The way her eyes on me flash tells me she knows exactly what I’m doing. But the defiance is only a flicker between the pleasure and delicious torture.

Shifting my weight to be supported on one hand, my right arm going under her left leg and lifting it towards my shoulder to push in deeper.

“No—” Her protest morphs into a breathless moan when my angle changes, hitting her g-spot. She writhes against me, eyes accusing. But I remain firm, gaze unwavering as I piston in and out of her.

“Tell me, Lexie.” My voice is deep with hunger. Electricity is prickling at the base of my spine, my climax starting to spark inside me. Gripping her hips I drive into her with a fury, making her cry out. She can’t last much longer, I can feel her pussy fluttering as the orgasm threatens to overtake her. “Say it.”

“You, Callum.” The admission is ripped from her like she can’t help herself. “I’m yours.” Her words wash over me, dousing me in flames. Hooking my arms under her thighs to lift her hips off the bed, I push into her so hard and deep that I bottom out. Her eyes roll back in her head, hands fisting in the bedsheets.

“Come for me, Lexie,” I growl. “Come while I claim what’s mine.” Lexie’s release is immediate, her body bowing with the pleasure that pulls the breath from her lungs.

Nothing is more beautiful than Lexie when she orgasms. Nothing. The light in her eyes and flush of her cheeks, her lips parted in ecstasy. There are no witty remarks or denials. The moment she comes around my cock, fingers or tongue, she’s mine. Every sensation, every beat of her racing heart, every gasp of breath—they belong to me. Her eyes, connected with mine, tell me she knows it too.

Her perfect pussy clenches my cock and my own climax strikes like lightning. The sparks collecting in my balls explode, pleasure whipping through me like a live wire. I move through my release, powering into Lexie as I empty into my pretty pink pussy. The groan is ripped from my chest, her inner muscles wringing every last drop of cum from my cock.

“Oh my god, Cal.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, her body trembling against me with the aftershocks. She gazes up at me through half lidded eyes, a soft sated smile on her lips. Our chests heave in unison, fighting for breath. My hand lifts to brush a strand of her hair from her luminous face.

I love her.

Staring down at Lexie, I’m hit over the head with the revelation. It’s undeniable, settling so deeply in my chest that it’s a part of me. I don’t just care about her, she’s the only thing I care about. She’s become my first priority and my last tether to sanity.

I lean down to kiss her, my tongue sliding in to taste her. She tastes like sweetness, satisfaction, and mine. I could lay here, drinking her in, for the rest of my life and never get tired of her.

“You’re an asshole,” she mutters, calling me out even as she’s still catching her breath. I grin against her lips, a self satisfied laugh rumbling through my chest. She’s right, but that doesn’t change the outcome. Catching her lip between my teeth, I give a sharp tug.

“We both got what we wanted.”

“That was a power play, Callum. Not a compromise,” she argues, her lips moving passionately with mine, even as I pull out of her.

“I always get results, Dewdrop. You know that.” My arms start to shake over her, the exhaustion creeping in. I’ve never come harder in my fucking life—each time with this woman just gets better and better.

Lowering onto my elbows, I make sure to keep the majority of my weight off her.

“It doesn’t mean anything.” I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. There’s really no point in denying us anymore.

“Keep telling yourself that,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her jaw. Rolling to the side, I land heavily on the bed beside her. Staring up at the ceiling, my mind processes the realization I’ve been hit with. Surprisingly, I feel relieved instead of panicked. I’m not shocked—my obsession with my pretty pink nurse has been growing since the moment we met.

“I can’t give you what you want from me.” Her tone is soft, resigned. She doesn’t want to keep fighting what’s between us. One step closer.

“What do I want from you?”

“Control,” she replies easily. “You’re the biggest control freak I’ve ever met.”

“You didn’t mind me controlling you a few seconds ago.”

“I’m serious, Callum. I’m not a problem for you to handle.” What’s happened to Lexie that makes her so terrified of being tied to someone else? An abusive ex?

Who hurt her?

The thought makes me want to start demanding names. I’ll drown them in gasoline, light a match, and watch their entire world burn with a smile on my face.

When I reach for her, she sits up to look me in the eye. I turn my head to meet her gaze head on. I’m not hiding from this conversation, there can’t be anything left up for interpretation between us. The sooner we get this cleared up, the better.

“I’d never smother your spark, Lexie. I like your fire. I don’t want to control you, you’re perfect just the way you are.” Like the fucking sun that gives life to everything under its rays. And I’m a selfish bastard addicted to her warmth.