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December 23
5:45 p.m.
Olivia
Blair: Do you think you and Callan might arrive on time for the party tonight?
Me: I’m planning on it.
Blair: Yes, I know you always plan on it. How about your husband, though? Do we think he’ll be able to keep his hands and dick to himself tonight so you can grace us with your company at the agreed upon time?
Sasha: Don’t listen to her, Liv. She’s in a grumbly mood because Hunt’s dick is no longer at her service.
Blair: That was my idea, remember?
Sasha: Yes, but we all know that while you have some serious hate for the man, you have some serious love for all the things he could do with that dick.
Blair: This message thread isn’t about me, Sasha. It’s about Olivia.
Olivia: Actually, it’s about Callan and he’s just arrived at my condo, so I have to go.
Sasha: Why are you at your condo?
Olivia: I don’t know. Callan asked me to meet him here after work.
Blair: Jesus. You’re going to be later than I originally thought.
I meet Callan’s eyes and hold up my phone. “Blair’s concerned you’re going to get your dick out tonight and make us late again.” Since we got married, we’ve been late many times for dinners or parties with Blair and Sasha.
The heat that my husband’s eyes often hold for me flashes in them now. “It wasn’t on my agenda, but we can make that happen. I’d hate to make her wrong about something.”
I grin. “I mean, it’s not like there won’t be enough people at Sasha’s party for her to talk with before we arrive.”
He walks to me, and I struggle to keep my eyes on his face. I want to drop my gaze to his throat and then to his chest that his partially undone shirt is teasing me with.
When he reaches me, his arm is instantly around my waist and his mouth is on mine to claim the kiss he always claims at the end of a workday. The first kiss he gives me after work starts out slow. He takes his time. He then deepens the kiss, and usually by the time he drags his mouth from mine, we’re both desperate for more. Today is exactly like that.
“Fuck, Liv,” he rasps as he ends our kiss. “Do we have to go to this party?”
I take hold of his face and bring his mouth back to mine. His hands are all over me while I kiss him and by the time we come up for air again, he’s removed my dress and bra. “It’s Rhodes and Sasha’s first Christmas party. We have to go.”
Callan’s barely paying attention to what I’m saying. He kisses his way down my neck to my throat and takes one of my nipples into his mouth while I’m telling him we can’t skip the party.
This is why we’re often late to dinners and parties. In the three months we’ve been married, we’ve earned a reputation with not only our friends but also with Callan’s family. They all just tend to shake their heads at us when we finally arrive. Ethan told me the other day that his mother has given us a different time for Christmas Day lunch to the rest of the family in the hope we’ll arrive at the time she actually wants us there.
I arch into him and grip the nape of his neck while he dedicates time to my breasts.
“Oh god, Callan,” I moan when he slides a hand into my panties. “We don’t have time.”
“I’ll be fast.” He rubs my clit before running his finger through my pussy, lifting his face to mine as he does this. “Fuck, Ace, you’re so fucking wet.”
I reach for his belt. “I’m wet all day, every day. You make it hard for me not to be with all your sexting you insist upon.”
He pushes a finger inside me. “I hardly sext you all day, every day.”
“Well, it feels like it.” I undo his belt and unzip him as fast as I can while he finger fucks me. I need more than his finger inside me, and I need that now.
He leans in and steals a rough kiss before saying, “I’ll be sure to find more time for it.”
Callan does not need to find more time for it. I may be exaggerating when I say he sexts me a lot, but he only needs to send me one filthy text a day and that’s enough to get me thinking about him all day long.
“How about you find the time right now for a lot less talking and a lot more of getting your dick inside me?”
Callan loves it when I talk dirty to him. He especially loves it when I’m crude like this and bossy. I love what it brings out in him.
Within seconds of me uttering those words, he’s got me bent over the dining table, he’s got my panties off, he’s got his hands gripping my hips, and he’s slamming his dick inside me.
And I’m in heaven.
He fucks me so hard that all I can do is press my hands and cheek to the table, close my eyes, and let him deliver the pleasure he always does.
Sasha’s party is a distant memory while we forget the world even exists. It’s been like this since we were married. We go to work every day and then we come home and spend hours having sex, talking, and dreaming of the life we’re going to build. We agree to some dinners and parties, and some weekend socializing, but mostly, we just want to be with each other.
And the sex.
Oh my god, the sex.
I still don’t remember a lot of what I said to Callan about my shitty sex life at that first wedding we attended earlier this year, but I’m so glad I got drunk and said all of that to him because it started us on this course to where we are now. I’m having the kind of sex I never knew was a possibility.
“Liv….” Callan grunts. His fingers feel like they could pierce my skin, he’s gripping me that tightly. “Fuck.” His thrusts grow faster, and I know he’s getting close.
I’m getting close too, and when he brings one of his hands around my body so he can rub my clit, I orgasm.
It’s intense and completely consuming, and I abandon myself to it. When Callan thrusts one last time and growls my name again, I orgasm again.
He comes, and after, presses a kiss to my shoulder before murmuring, “We’re going to be late.”
I straighten and face him. “We could hurry and get ready. We won’t be too late.” It’s a good thing we both keep clothes here. We can just get ready here rather than going home.
“Yes, but we’re still going to be late because I’m going to tell you something that I imagine will encourage you to kiss me, and we both know that once you get your hands and mouth on me, you struggle to remove them.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, you are way too cocky, Callan Black.” I put my hands to his chest. “What have you got to tell me that’s going to encourage me in filthy ways?”
Where I expect him to get that sexy, cocky look about him that is pretty much his signature look, he doesn’t. Instead, he turns serious. “How much do you love that bath of yours?”
“The one here?” The bath that overlooks the city. The one that Callan and Slade gave me in my remodel.
“Yeah.”
“You know it’s one of my favorite places on Earth.” I’ve barely spent enough time in that bath because almost as soon as my remodel was finished, Callan proposed, and we got married. We live in his condo (now our condo) with occasional nights here just so I can spend time in my bath.
His eyes soften as he smiles. “Good.”
I frown. “You’re being weird. What’s going on?”
“We’re selling my condo and moving here. I bought the other condo on this floor and also the two above us.”
I blink. “But you love your place. And I love living there too.” It’s true. Callan’s condo is close to his work and everything he does. He’s spent good time making a home he loves. After we married, we talked about where we would live, and both decided we’d be happy staying there.
“I love you more.”
My frown deepens. “I’m so confused right now.”
“I saw the condo next door come up for sale and it got me thinking about your long-term plans for this place and what they might be. That got me thinking about the fact you’d hate to sell and never have that bath to come and sit in. I thought about remodeling your bathroom at home to make it exactly like the one here, but it would never be the same because the view isn’t the same.” He puts his arm around me and pulls me in close. “You love that view, Ace. It makes you happy. It’s one of your favorite places to be, and since I want to give you all your favorites as often as I can, we’re moving here.”
I’m so overwhelmed that all I can do is stare at him in shock. This man would give up every one of his favorites just to give me mine.
“Thank you,” I whisper before brushing my lips over his. “I love you.” And then, something occurs to me. “Wait, is this why you and Slade have been texting like your bromance is an actual romance?”
He grins. “He’s on board for the remodel.”
“He doesn’t have time for a remodel,” I say sternly. Honestly, these two need me to help keep them in line. Slade’s in the middle of a season and the last thing he has time for is remodeling with my husband.
Callan’s grin grows. “We’ll remodel after the season. And baby”—he drops a kiss to my lips—“your bossiness turns me the fuck on. Don’t ever stop.”
I’ve moved right on into my bossy mode because I’m so overwhelmed by Callan’s announcement. “This better be all I get for Christmas this year.”
“This isn’t your Christmas present, Ace.”
My eyes widen. “It would have cost you a fortune! Whatever else you’ve gotten me must go back. I refuse to accept any more gifts.”
“Has anyone told you how fucking cute you are when you get like this?”
“I’m being serious, Callan. Send your gifts back.”
“I’m being serious, too. And you need to get used to this because we’ve got an entire lifetime ahead of us and I intend on spoiling you as often as I can.” He kisses me. “I love you, Olivia, and the only thing I want in life is your happiness. Let me help give that to you.”
And just like that, he does what he does best. He makes me swoon and fall in love with him all over again.
I loop my arms around his neck. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad I did it. And I’ll let you spoil me so long as you let me spoil you.”
His eyes search mine, filled with love. We take a long moment just watching each other, saying so many things without verbalizing them. And then, Callan brushes his mouth against my ear, and says, “I’m available for spoiling any time you want, baby.”
I shake my head. “You have a dirty, dirty mind, Mr. Black.”
His eyes find mine again. “It’s nowhere near as filthy as yours.” He steps away from me. “Send Blair a text and let her know we’re going to be really late. I’ve just decided you can spoil me in your bath.”
I watch him walk away from me toward the bedroom.
Actually, I mostly watch his ass. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that ass.
Or of his heart.
I’m going to be falling in love with this man over and over again for the rest of my life.
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