Page 12 of His Red Carnation

His movements slowed, and we both caught our breath as I collapsed against the seat, my body melting from the intensity.

“Fuck!” Callan suddenly grunted, frustration evident as he pulled out of me.

I turned, confused, watching him hurriedly pull up his pants and boxer briefs.

“What?” I asked, still breathless and unsure, sitting back on my ass.

“We shouldn’t have done that, Sloane,” he hissed, quickly sliding into the driver’s seat.

I scoffed, still feeling his cum dripping from me, and he was already spiraling into guilt?

“I wanted to do it, Callan. We’re two consenting adults,” I argued, grabbing my dress and slipping it back on. “And from what I’m feeling between my legs, I’m pretty sure you wanted it too.”

Callan let out a small laugh. “Don’t get me wrong—that was fucking amazing. But it was still wrong.” His tone grew more serious with each word.

I climbed into the passenger seat, frowning. “I still don’t get why it’s so wrong. Because you’re older than me? That’s it?”

He scoffed, starting the engine. “That’s one of many reasons. The biggest being that I’m your fucking dad’s friend.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me. We just had sex. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Frustration bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I’d just had sex for the first time—with probably the hottest guy I’d ever sleep with.

“Yeah, well, you’re dodging a bullet, Sloane. You don’t want a scumbag like me.” He pulled out into downtown traffic, eyes fixed ahead.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs. “Do you always beat yourself up like this? And where are we going?”

“Yes,” he snapped, his voice tight. “And I’m taking you home.”

6

Callan

What an idiot. What a huge fucking idiot.My dick had completely taken over the moment Sloane climbed on top of me, her perfect body making my mind go blank. I couldn’t even last one day without fucking a beautiful girl who threw herself at me? I’ve had better self-control with strippers throwing themselves at me in alleyways. And that would’ve been a hell of a lot better than fucking the eighteen-year-old daughter of the President of the United States—the girl I was supposed to protect.

So fucking stupid.But she was too perfect, too irresistible. Maybe if I kept being an asshole, she’d lose interest. But I didn’t want to be an asshole. She was smart, funny, and so damn easy to talk to. And now I’d fucked up her first time by immediately telling her I regretted it. The truth was, I didn’t regret a thing. I wanted to live inside that girl’s pussy, worship her, lose myself in her. I wanted to disappear to fucking Fiji and spend the restof my life following her, watching her stomp ahead of me, rolling her eyes at every step.

I’d never felt like this about anyone before. I didn’t want to just fuck her—I wantedher. Ineededher. I needed her to be mine. And it was never going to fucking happen.

She didn’t say a word as she got out of the SUV, slamming the door behind her. I’d probably already fucked it all up. But I couldn’t just run after her—what would that look like to everyone else?

I needed to clear my head. But first, I had to make sure she got inside safely.

“Don’t follow me,” she snapped when she noticed I was behind her.

“That’s literally my job, Sloane,” I shot back.

She spun around, flipping her hair over her shoulder, clearly pissed; it only made me want her more.

“I’m going inside now. See? Bye.” She stormed through the side entrance of the house, disappearing from view.

I sighed heavily and made my way back to my car—my own car, a 1969 Mustang. I started the engine and drove the short five minutes to my downtown apartment, just a few blocks from where Sloane and I had fucked. I parked in the garage and headed up the elevator. My small apartment was still cluttered with boxes; I hadn’t had time to unpack since arriving in D.C. just two days ago.

Jake had called me, panicked, asking me to drop everything I was doing in Virginia to come out here. He said he didn’t trust anyone else to protect his family. And look at the great job I’d done in just twelve fucking hours.

As I took off my shirt, undressing for the shower, I was surprised to hear my phone vibrating on the bathroom counter. As much as I wanted Sloane’s scent to linger on me forever, I needed to wash away my sins in the heat of a shower. Grabbingmy phone, I saw a text from her. It was an image, but my phone was locked, so I couldn’t see it right away. I unlocked it, and there it was—Sloane’s perfect, bare ass filling the entire screen. My dick instantly hardened.

A follow-up text popped up as I gaped at the photo.Next time in my ass?

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