Page 91 of Callan

I hit a club and returned in the morning.And then I tossed and turned and barely got a wink of sleep.

Taking that woman out didn’t quite go as planned. But what did go as planned last night?

Nothing did.

Fuck, was I stirred up or what?

I swear, I hadn’t thought about touching her.

I just wanted to get her out of there and frankly, learn a little more about her. I thought that, in a way, we had something in common.

She had no one to go out with, and I didn’t have anyone I wanted to be with besides her.

I thought we’d do stupid shit like walking in the park.I truly believed her when she said she wouldn’t have sex with me––not like that, anyway.

Now, I’ve been around the block a few times.

I know women say a lot of things when it comes to sex and change their minds at the drop of a hat. But to do a one-eighty on me? Her? My little devil, Mackenzie?

Boy, was I wrong about her?

My dick almost exploded when she put her hand on my crotch.

Let’s make something clear.

Women, as bold and beautiful and outrageously sexy they are, never cross the line with me. They never take the liberty to do stufftome.

Not even Carmen, who is seasoned in any way known to man and who, allegedly, had no idea who I was, although I’m not so sure about that now. Not even she dared to touch me without getting the green light from me.

It was only fair to warn Mackenzie that she needed to keep her hands off me or she’d suffer the consequences, but I never thought I’d need to put it into words like that.

So she dodged a bullet, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching her.

I wanted to see her eyes glistening with arousal, her skin dotted with sweat, her pussy soaking wet.

I wanted to taste her like it was the last thing I did in my life, and my power reflected in her eyes was enough to push me over the edge.

But I promised her we wouldn’t do it any other way than how she wanted it and I’ll keep my word. I’m a man of honor when it comes to that.

My phone pings back to back, notifying me that a couple of pictures have hit my inbox.

I shift my focus to the message and swipe my thumb across the screen. Quickly, I get to them and enlarge them, not believing my eyes.

My phone rings as I push up on my elbow and check every detail of the photos.

“Have you seen it?” Beverly asks.

“Yeah, I did. How did you get the pictures?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“How did you get them, Bev?”

She laughs at the other end of the line.

“Let’s say I found them on an unsecured server.”

“I need more information.”

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