Page 22 of Stalker Stepbrother

Nobody questions him. They all stand in unison and head for the door, eyes on the floor, none of them even turning my way. They all know better than to disobey him and look at his girl.

Biting my lower lip, I make a show of locking the door before turning back to him. Tiptoeing towards him, I can’t help but appreciate everything about Callum. The rays of sunlight streaming through the window illuminate his dark hair and raised eyebrows. He’s wondering what I’m doing here.

“Hello, baby girl. You’re here early,” he says, that deep timbre of his voice already starting to do things to my body. “And you’re wearing my coat.”

“I know. I have a little surprise for you.”

He leans back on his chair and tilts his head to the side. “Surprise?”

“Uh-uh. Just thought I’d give you a little something for everything you’ve done for me.”

“You don’t have to do that. I like taking care of my little girl.”

“I know, Daddy.” Just the mention of the word has his gaze getting rich with want, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Just let me do this, okay?”

He nods slowly but doesn’t say anything else.

Without taking my eyes off him, I untie his trench coat, revealing that I’m wearing nothing underneath. He drags in a deep breath, resting a clenched fist on the table and knocking on the dark wood once…twice.

A month ago, I would never have found the courage to stand fully naked in front of a man in broad daylight. I’d be too self-conscious to show some skin and be so insecure with my body.

Callum has stripped away those insecurities. It’s not even just his words telling me I’m the sexiest and most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. It’s the way he acts around me. Like right now. The way he’s clenching as if he’s fighting for control. The muscle ticking in his jaw. The pulsing in his temple.

Everything screams desire. This man. This massive hunk of a man desires me. He wants me. I know women throw themselves at his feet, but he has eyes only for me. And damn if that doesn’t do wonders for my self-esteem.

A girl can get used to this. I already have.

I drop the coat to the carpeted floor, and in nothing but stiletto heels, I saunter to him, my steps slow and deliberate. I never would have pegged myself as a seductress, but here I am, loving every minute of what Callum becomes the moment I turn him on.

He’s getting restless, but he continues to wait for me in his seat. When I reach him, I hover above him and run a fingernail down the side of his face, smirking at the way he tries so hard to hold himself back.

“I’m giving you five minutes of full control, baby girl. After that, I’m taking over,” he rasps, making me instantly wet.

I waste no time getting down on my knees, unbuckling his belt, and taking out his already-rigid cock. I take my time licking, sucking, and taking him into my mouth until his thick girth touches my throat, making tears prick my eyes.

But true to his word, five minutes later, he hauls me up and turns me around, my cheek now pressed against the wall. He dips a finger inside me, making me grind my hips.

“Oh, you’re already wet. Does this get you off, baby girl? Knowing there are dozens of people outside and they’ll likely hear you scream my name?”

I whimper and continue to grind my ass against him.

“Let’s not disappoint them then.”

He roughly grabs my hips, notches the head of his cock against my entrance, and drives into me from behind. I have nothing else to hold onto except his forearm on my hips, and just like every single time we make love, I forget everyone and everything else. It’s just me and him and our bodies as one.

I give as much as I get, but I’m already turning into a lusty pile of mush. I’m fluttering with need as I rock against him, but when he reaches from behind to rub my clit, I explode into a thousand pieces, my legs turning into jelly and with only him holding me upright.

It doesn’t take long before he throws his head back, growls through clenched teeth, and swells inside me, coating my inner walls with come.

He’s fixing my hair when we realize it’s way too quiet outside—no more chatter, typing noises, or even footsteps, like everyone has collectively held their breaths.

Callum and I look at each other and burst into laughter. He shakes his head as he ties my coat. “Well, if they didn’t before, they now all know who you belong to.”

God, I like that. I like that very much.

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