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“Callan!” I spin around in my chair, hushing him as I look around, making sure nobody heard. “I thought we were keeping things a secret for now?”
“Keeping what a secret?” That casual smirk of his tugs at his lips, and I know he wants me to give in. Neither of us has called the other our boyfriend or girlfriend yet, and we both play along with the game, even though it’s blatantly obvious to the both of us.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Benton.” I playfully push him back. “Besides, I told you, I’m meeting up with a friend of mine tonight.”
“Oh, right.” He straightens up, nodding to himself. Even though I’ve assured him a thousand times that it’s a female friend, he doesn’t do a great job of hiding his jealousy. I give him a playful look and shake my head. “It’s not that I don’t want you to have friends, obviously. I’m just going to miss you.”
“Oh, I know, but I don’t know what time I’ll be home. But I’ll text you as soon as I am, okay? And I promise to take a cab. No more subway rides for me.”
He nods, smiling, as satisfied as he’s likely to be with the situation. I’ll miss him too, but I am also excited to spend the night with Kat, my childhood best friend. Although she hasn’t said why, I have a funny feeling she’s here to tell me all about her latest sizzling fling.
Well, for once, I have some exciting news to share too.
15
Callan
* * *
It’s the first evening Ellie and I have spent apart since we met, and good god, is it difficult. I find myself constantly checking my watch, and my phone, and back to my watch, as if one might magically show a different time.
Alas, no. The seconds, minutes, and hours, pass as slowly as ever.
At least, that’s how it feels when we’re apart. I’ve never been a particularly jealous guy – perhaps because I’ve never had any real reason to be – but the thought of Ellie out with her friend, where other men could be leering at her, hitting on her… It drives me insane.
I drag my sorry ass out of my apartment and head to the gym just for something else to do. At least there I can throw my energy into something other than pacing around my living room.
Thankfully, the gym does the trick, as best as I could’ve hoped at least, and just a few short hours later, I jump to attention when I hear the notification ding that specifically belongs to Ellie.
‘Just made it home handsome. Had a great time with Kat, missing u tho xxx’
I can’t help it. I find myself in the elevator, still wringing with sweat, before I’ve even finished reading her text. I can’t stand to be apart from her for another minute.
“Callan, what on earth are you doing here? It’s like, almost 2am.” God, she looks better than ever when she opens the door. Her face has that tired, slightly tipsy haze to it, and her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail that leaves wispy strands framing her face. “Are you okay?”
“I tried, Ellie. I can’t take this anymore. I’m doing something I should have done the moment I met you.”
Ellie’s body pressed against mine feels like utter heaven. I lift her at the waist until her legs are wrapped around me, covering her mouth with mine, devouring her moans as she hugs closer to me. She returns the kiss with just as much passion and need, and I quickly find my hands tugging at her over–sized t–shirt, desperate to feel her silky–smooth skin for myself.
She does the same to me, and I groan into her hot, sweet mouth when I feel her swollen nipples graze my chest. Those perfect, full breasts, the pulsing heat of her aching pussy, grinding against my crotch.
I pin her against the wall and trail one hand down her body until my fingers find her soaking wet slit, sliding a finger inside and savoring the sweet, sweet sensation of her nectar on my hand.
Regardless of how much I need her right now, I pull my head back from hers, searching her face for just a sign, any sign, that she wants this just as much as I do.
She nods, and instantly gasps when I slip my finger deeper inside of her, followed by a second, kissing along her neck, her shoulders, while Ellie’s body writhes against my own, my thumb beginning to encircle her sensitive clit while my fingers inside of her beckon her to come.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl into her ear – the magic words have her clawing at my back and calling out my name within seconds.
“Callan! Callan! Oh, god, yes!”
I taste her on my fingers as her body still trembles from the orgasm, and there’s no way on this earth that I can wait a minute longer. We fall onto the bed together and I stand back, taking the time to drink in her perfect curves as I pull my boxers down, much to Ellie’s surprise.
“Oh my god,” she gasps – a reaction I’ve heard before. But coming from her? It’s music to my ears.
I part her plump thighs, pulling her closer to me and reaching down to kiss her neck. Without prompting, her soft little hand wraps around my cock as she moans against my neck. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle.”
“Just take me, Callan. I’m yours. Make me yours.” She pulls my face to look at hers as my cock finds its way to her soft folds, sinking in slowly while her back arches and her body begs me to go deeper.
I take her mouth in mine as my cock plunges deeper, eager to explore every inch of her tight center. I hate the thought of hurting her, knowing it’s her first time, but her pussy is so tight and slick, and her moans inside my mouth invite me in.
With her hips in my hands, I fill Ellie with my cock, and she immediately begins to lose control again. Her pussy throbs and convulses around my cock, gripping me tighter with every thrust.
I don’t stop fucking her until she can do nothing but tremble and whimper in my arms, a gleam of sweat laced over her body, and her shaky breaths are the sweetest sound possible.
I can’t hold back any longer, not with the way her body is calling out for me. With my cock plunging into her in deep, slow thrusts, I begin making rapid circles around her clit, which sends her body into overdrive. She claws at the sheets, pressing her hips towards me as she screams – hot, ragged, desperate moans that fill the air.
I don’t need to tell her again; my girl already knows. Her pussy clenches my dick and my own orgasm drives me over the edge, flashes of white jet across my eyelids as I come harder than I ever thought possible, filling Ellie with every last drop.
I fall onto the bed beside her and we both lay there, drowning in the smell of sex, before she rolls over without saying a word, wrapping an arm around me and draping a leg over my own. I don’t even want to move from this moment right now.
I pull Ellie closer, my other hand tracing shapes down her thigh. I don’t even realize how long we’ve been laying there until I notice Ellie’s breathing has fallen into a gentle, quiet rhythm.
“Baby?” I whisper into the top of her head, to no response. I don’t mind though. I watch her sleeping peacefully, her gentle breaths slowly pulling me closer to sleep too, and the last thought that crosses my mind is how I’ll get to wake up to her naked body entangled with my own.
16
Callan
* * *
The Saturday spent with Ellie is better than I could have even imagined. We’re not just fucking, we’re making love – but we’re making love on just about every square inch of surface possible.
I simply can’t get enough of her body. From the moment we wake up, until the moment we pass out from sheer exhaustion, I want her in my hands.
The following morning, when she wakes up nestled against my chest, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and kissing along my stubbled jawline, I know – I’m in love with this girl.
Unfortunately, I have work to do, as much as I’d rather spend another day marveling at Ellie’s naked body. I’m surprised, but happy, when she insists on coming back to my place with me, having not been the one to offer for fear of overwhelming her.
But I shouldn’t have been worried. As we step through the door, Ellie’s eyes widen with a childlike
wonder. She gasps, bringing her hand to her mouth while she takes in the views; full length, wall to wall windows grace one side of the room, giving panoramic views out over the city.
She slowly makes her way around the room, dragging her hand across the modern marbled tables, and the leather seats piled high with pillows and throws. I shrug and laugh when she throws herself down on one, pulling a throw up to her chin.
“Mm, where on earth did you get these? I could do with a few on my bed!”
“Don’t ask me. Decorator. I honestly don’t spend that much time here.”
“How come?” She kneels up on the seat, folding her arms over the back to rest her chin on.
“I guess I didn’t have much reason to? Work was my life.”
“Was?” I watch how she can’t contain her grin. I make my way over to her, brushing her hair back from her face when she looks up at me.
“Yeah. Was. I told you, Ellie. You’re everything to me now.” She gives a heady, contented sigh, and I smother her mouth with mine.
We soon set about making love on every square inch of my apartment, too, though this one might take a little longer.
As much as I’m overcome with lust around Ellie, I’ve always been a sensible guy. I’ve been careful, cautious, always weighing up the risk and reward of any decision. But with Ellie, the question of condoms was never raised, and I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up; because secretly, all I want to do is claim her in the most primal way – by marking her as mine, and giving her my baby.
Sure enough though, Monday morning has to roll around eventually. We’re savoring what little time we have to ourselves before we have to face the world, Ellie wrapped in my arms, on sheets that likely cost more than her monthly salary. I can feel her hint of hesitation though as she’s oddly quiet.
“Come on. What’s wrong? I know there’s something bothering you. Is work really that bad?” I try to make light of it, but when she props herself up on her elbow, I can tell there’s something more.
“What are we going to do about… This, at work?” She gestures between us. I can understand her concern; the office rumor mill certainly is ruthless.
“We tell everyone.” I say plainly, and she looks surprised, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to her. “We tell everyone, and tell them it’s serious. That way it’s all official and there are no secrets.” Kissing the tip of her nose, she smiles and nods before I drag myself away from her to get dressed, filled with pride.
I finally got the girl.
17
Ellie
* * *
Callan seemed so calm about everything, I didn’t want to ruin things by bringing up my insecurities. We shared the most amazing weekend together, but as I settle back into work, those same old doubts come creeping back.
I know how I look, and how Callan looks, and even though I don’t doubt his attraction to me for a minute, I know what people are going to think when they find out. I don’t care what people might say about me and my body; I care about what they’ll say about us.
They’re going to be talking about us, whispering, coming up with their own little lies as to why we’re together. That I’m a gold–digger; that it’s all some big prank he’s playing on me; that he settled for a ‘safe’ option.
But I know none of it is true, and ultimately that’s all that matters.
And I’m right, of course – there are whispers and glances the second the word begins to spread. It makes it almost impossible to concentrate on anything, especially when one of the office bitches comes up to my desk looking particularly smug.
“Really? You and Callan?” She doesn’t even bother taking the time to say hello. I don’t even know her name, some cardboard cut–out type girl from another department. “I didn’t think you were his type.” She cocks an eyebrow, looking me over like I’m something she stepped in.
I’m already growing tired of it. I roll my eyes and sigh when I realize she doesn’t see that I’m ignoring her. “Yeah, well, you obviously don’t know him as well as you thought, do you?” I give her a smug smile of my own, resting my chin on my hand. “In fact, I’d wager that you don’t know him at all. So why don’t you run along back to wherever you came from, and leave me to do my job, okay? Callan and I have plans tonight, and you’re ruining my good mood.”
Fuck, that felt good. The bitch physically recoils and huffs off without another word. It feels good to finally stand up to someone like her, the kind of girl that has been making me doubt and second guess myself my entire life.
And it’s all thanks to Callan and the way he makes me feel.
I get back to work and quickly find myself thinking nothing more of the whole situation. I tell myself that there’s nothing anyone can say that I haven’t already considered; with each of those thoughts being easily dismissed.
Late on in the evening, after almost everyone else has already left, Callan is still talking things over with one of his partners, one of the men that initially interviewed me for the job, when an important call comes in. I know it’s one that he’s been waiting for and can’t be put off until tomorrow.
I knock his door, but it goes unanswered. Knocking a second time, I see Callan look towards me with a strange expression on his face. I figure he’s hoping I’ll interrupt to give him a reason to escape his current conversation, so I open the door carefully as not to seem rude, but I feel the air being knocked out of my chest at what I hear.
“Ha, well, I gotta admit son, I’m surprised. That one?” The man claps Callan on the shoulder, laughing to himself, as Callan’s arms fold across his chest and I can see he’s trying to control himself. “Don’t worry, you can just send the pretty thing my way when you get bored. I like a woman with a little more to grab.”
I don’t say anything. I just stumble back from the door, feeling tears already stinging my eyes, clamping a hand over my mouth. All I can think to do is leave, go, run.
So, I do.
18
Callan
* * *
Ellie is already outside by the time I catch up with her. I can see her shoulders rising and falling as she rushes away from me, but when I catch her hand and turn her to face me, it almost fucking kills me.
I’m lost for words when I see her crying like that, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with hurt and sadness.
“Ellie, you have to listen to me…” I begin, desperate to try and get her to see sense, but she quickly cuts me off, shaking her head.
“It was a stupid idea anyway. All of this. Of course, it could never work out between us.” I feel like I’ve taken a blow to the chest. She looks at me, and though I can tell she doesn’t mean what she’s saying, her words still sting. “I thought I was safe with you. You made me feel safe. But it’s not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have let myself fall for my boss, after everything that happened.”
“Ellie, please…” I beg, but once again her interrupts, and I don’t have the heart to speak over her. I know that whatever she has to say, she needs to get off her chest.
“I know you’re not like he was, I know that’s not what this is Callan. But those guys in there? The men you work with? Some of them are. I heard what he said, and I know what he thinks of me. And all of those feelings of guilt and shame just came rushing back. I can’t feel like that again. I can’t.”
I grasp her hands up in my own, kissing along her fingers, trying to calm her in any way possible. “Ellie, you won’t. You won’t feel like that again, okay? I won’t let you. I’ll protect you. You said so yourself, I make you feel safe. So let me deal with guys like that from now on, okay? They won’t ever get to you like that again, I promise you.”
“But what are you going to do, Callan? What? Beat him up? Get into a fight in the middle of the boardroom? You can’t protect me from absolutely everyone, Callan. You can’t be there for all the sleazy looks, all the cheap comments. I need to learn to ignore guys like that on my own. And your business is your
legacy. You’ve worked so hard. I care about you too much to get in the way of that.”
Ellie pulls her hands from mine, taking a step back out of my reach. I reach out to her, longing to comfort her, but she takes another step back and shakes her head. The look on her face tells me she needs time, and as much as it hurts, I have to just nod and swallow the lump in my throat.
Because I know this isn’t the end. I won’t let it be.
19
Ellie
* * *
I should feel relieved.
That’s what I keep telling myself. That I don’t have to deal with the pressure of being around Callan in that office any more, of living up to everyone else’s standards.
But I don’t. Not in the slightest.
I just feel… empty. Lost. Alone. Callan is the only person I want to talk to, and yet he’s the one person I can’t face right now.
I decide to walk home to try and clear my head, and I’m already have way there when I realize I’ve left my purse back at the office. I can’t bear the thought of going back there though, and besides, it would take too long – I can just grab a spare key from the super when I get home.
Home. The only thing giving me any comfort right now. I just want to hide in my bed so I can sleep, and hopefully wake up to find out this whole, awful thing has just been a dream.
But sadly, real life doesn’t quite work like that.
20
Callan
* * *
I’ve already spent almost an hour driving the streets between the office and Ellie’s apartment. She left her purse beside her desk when she rushed out, and I’m sick with worry at the thought of her out there without her phone, her money, or her keys. Every second that ticks by fills me with dread.