Page 84 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"Look," Callum says, one hand leaving my hip to tangle in my hair, gently but firmly turning my head. "Look at the city while you come."

I open my eyes, taking in the glittering expanse of SoHo below us. The knowledge that we're out here, exposed, with the entire city spread out before us, sends a thrill of excitement through me.

"That's it," Callum encourages, his pace increasing. "You like this, don't you? Being taken like this, where anyone could see?"

"Yes," I moan, my voice breathy and desperate. "God, yes."

His hand slides around to the front of my body, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. I buck against him as he starts to rub in tight, fast circles.

"Come for me, Sienna," he commands. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, push me over the edge. I come hard, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. I bite my lip to muffle my cries, all too aware of our exposed position.

But Callum doesn't slow down. If anything, my orgasm seems to spur him on. He pounds into me harder, faster, his grip on my hip almost bruising in its intensity.

"Again," he growls. "I want to feel you come again."

I didn't think it was possible, but I can feel the tension building in me once more. Every thrust hits just the right spot, and his fingers on my clit are relentless.

"Callum," I gasp, "I'm close. I'm so close."

"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Let go. I've got you."

My second orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, even more intense than the first. I cry out, not caring who might hear. Callumfollows right after, his hips slamming against mine as he comes with a deep, guttural groan.

We stand there for a moment, both of us panting heavily. I can feel Callum's heart racing against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening startles us both. I stand up and let my skirt fall while Callum tucks himself and zips up. We turn to see a man in a suit step out onto the terrace about a hundred feet away. For a moment, we all freeze, staring at each other in shock.

Then Callum starts to laugh, the sound low and rich. I can't help but join in, the absurdity of the situation hitting me. We quickly adjust our clothing, gathering ourselves as best we can.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Callum whispers in my ear, his hand finding mine.

I nod, still stifling my giggles as we hurry past the stunned man and back towards the elevator.

"Your room?" I ask as the doors close behind us.

Callum grins, pulling me close for a searing kiss. "Definitely. We're just getting started."

Friday,April 4

Trinity Preparatory School

109 Nassau Street, TriBeCa

9:53 AM

The reception areaof this country club fronting as a preparatory school in Tribeca is quiet, save for the muted hum of conversation behind the glass doors that lead to the headmaster’s office. These offices are nicer than any place I’ve ever worked, not to mention any school she’s ever attended.

The floors are polished to a mirror-like shine, and the walls are lined with framed photographs of alumni, some of them famous faces. I adjust my bag on my shoulder and my fingers tighten around the strap as the receptionist gestures for me to enter.

The office is just as pristine. Dark wood paneling, a leather chair that looks more like a throne, and bookshelves lined with leather-bound volumes that are probably decorative. Headmaster Gregson sits behind his massive desk, his smile sharp and practiced.

"Ms. Walker," he says, standing to shake my hand. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you," I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves coiled tight in my chest. I glance behind me as Marcus steps in, his presence heavy and unwelcome.

"Marcus," Gregson says, his smile tightening just slightly. "I wasn’t expecting you."

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