Page 35 of The Winter Kissed Kings

I can feel the orgasm building. Callie is stroking me and sucking my nipples at the same time and it’s fabulous. Yep, yep, here it comes. Holy shit, it’s never-ending. I think I just tapped out of reality. My head is buzzing and my heart is pounding. I am spent.

Callie looks down at me. Her lips are swollen and her eyes are shining brightly. It’s more than lust peering out of those perfect blue eyes. I hope I’m mirroring that look because I feel it too. I stroke her cheek and kiss her slowly.

Learning about how Gabriella treated Callie made me furious. No one deserves to be treated like a piece of meat. Not when they didn’t give consent, that’s the bit that gets me the most. I know that Callie has only ever had one-night stands, but I know she would never treat a woman the way Gabriella treated her.

Tonight I want to remind her how she should be treated. I push her shoulder gently so she’s on her back. I slip my thigh between hers. Her hair is splayed across the pillow and it is magnificent. I dip my head and kiss her again. There’s no rush. Our tongues dance together and I begin to rock my hips. We are both wet; her want is being painted on my thigh.

I see her chest begin to rise faster. Her skin begins to flush. Her nostrils flare. I don’t want her to come though—not yet. This moment needs to be savoured. Slowing my hips, I kiss the side of her mouth, then her chin. I push my fingers through her thick locks. She grabs my arse, pulling me closer.

If thiswerea romance novel, I would tell her that I love her. Maybe I will one day, but not now. Now I just want to make her feel spectacular. My hips begin to move again and I grind harder. Her hands dig into my arse cheeks. Her head rolls back, she’s losing control, and it’s a glorious thing to watch. Her mouth opens and I feel the scream through her body. She’s shaking and gripping me harder.

My orgasm hits a second later. My body crashes to hers and we hold each other. Only for a second or two though, because we’re not finished. Actually, tonight is just getting started.

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The sun shines through the open curtains. We forgot to close them last night. I am in a state of bliss. I roll over and my heart soars. Callie is facing me, fast asleep, with her arm draped over my waist. My movement doesn’t disturb her. She looks so peaceful.

Today we get the second piece of the book and then we are heading back to Florence to drop off the rolling vibrator. After, we are heading to Copenhagen. It’s going to be long and tiring. So, for now, I want Callie to rest. I hope she’s dreaming peacefully.

The coffee shop down the road is packed when I go in. It takes me a good twenty minutes to grab two coffees and that croissant thingy Callie likes. I hope she’s still sleeping. I didn’t leave a note and she will panic if I’m gone when she wakes.

No danger, she’s softly snoring when I get back. I place the coffee down and grab a shower. I really wore her out last night, which makes me a little proud. I feel the shower door open and close. Turning round, I’m met with Callie’s lips on my neck. All the times I fantasised about Callie taking me in the shower and here I am, living it.

The water went cold eventually. I like shower sex with Callie! We sit on the bed, cuddled together as we eat breakfast and drink the rocket fuel that is Italian coffee. Callie has half an hour to get to the Tour Office. My nerves are tingling. There shouldn’t be a problem. I set up Callie’s ID in their database. She should be in and out.

“I’m off,” Callie says, kissing my temple.

“Okay, be safe. Call me when it’s done.” She nods. There is no point in me tagging along. I have other things to attend to. Callie puts on the shirt she acquired yesterday, pulls her hair into a bun and kisses me goodbye. Just that one little act has me daydreaming about our future. All the goodbye kisses we will have as we set off to go about our days.

Five minutes have passed since Callie left and I need to get into work mode. I have several emails waiting, but only one grabs my attention. It’s from my boss. Yesterday I spoke to her and filled her in—kind of—on what I was doing. I didn’t give her any information that would identify Callie. I told her I was helping a friend, and that was it.

If you knew the specifics of my job and the people I work for you wouldn’t be surprised to know that my boss didn’t bat an eye after I told her what I needed. The email gives me a name. I commit it to memory and then erase any evidence I received the communication.

Thirty minutes go by and still no Callie. I don’t want to be the type of person that worries, but it’s Callie. How can I not? I deliberate going to grab another coffee but decide against it. I don’t want her to get back and me to be gone.

A total of fifty-five minutes have passed since she left and finally the door swings open. I gasp because Callie is soaked from head to foot. “What the hell happened?” That seems to be a phrase we say often now.

“Well, I figured out why they were having to do work. The chamber was partially flooded.”

“Shit, the pages?”

“All good. I’d hidden them in a compartment high up. The water hadn’t reached it, but I had to go swimming to retrieve them.” I hate to think what was in that water.

“Shower, leave the pages and go get cleaned up.” Without protest she dumps a wad of pages on the little table by the door and heads to the bathroom.

Chris left me with the first part of the book, so I collect the second part, too. I flick through the pages and note all the names. Some I have heard of, some I haven’t. Using my phone—which is secure again—I scan the pages, just as I did the first part. We need a copy just in case something goes wrong. I add the files to my vault.

Looking a hell of a lot better than when she got back, Callie joins me on the bed. “Ready to go? I think we need to get moving.”

“Ready when you are.” I can understand why she doesn’t want to stick around.

“Come on then.” She stands and takes my hand to help me up. I can’t resist giving her a kiss. She kisses me with force and we stay that way for a few minutes.

Our bags are packed and we’re ready to go. The walk to the bike is short. Shorter than I wanted it to be. I can’t believe I have to get back into that sidecar again.

We arrive in Florence and return the motorbike. I can’t say I’m going to miss it. Callie had fun though, so that’s all that matters. We decide to stay one night in Florence before setting off to Copenhagen.

“I think we should forego another car.” I don’t know about Callie, but all the driving is exhausting.

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