Claiming His Labor Day Page 4

  Moving his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, his tongue penetrated past her lips, a mixture of coffee and wine intriguing his taste buds. Callum felt the vibration of a soft moan before he heard the sweet sound come from her lips and it excited him. Pulling her closer, his groin ached to push into more than just her dress. He fought the urge to touch her underneath her dress, knowing how wet she must be. Grabbing her waist, he pushed his hands over her ass, pulling her into him. With her panties in his pocket, there was nothing in his way of penetrating her that very moment. Taking in a steady breath, he bent his knees. Dragging his fingers up her legs, she gasped as he continued upward.

  Callum hoisted Sarah-Jane up, placing her legs around his waist, and he pressed her body against the wall near the fireplace. He pinned her between him and the wall as his hands cupped her breasts, and he kissed her hard, his breath pushing in and out of his lungs with force. For a moment, he thought about yanking her dress up and fucking her right there, but he wanted more. He wanted to savor her.

  Sarah-Jane’s hands were all over him as he sucked on her neck and memorized her body with his touch.

  “I want to go,” she breathed.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Yes, and I want more of it. Please.”

  Nodding, he kissed her nose as he studied her face before letting her go. What the hell was it about this woman who was entrancing him so?

  He helped her with her things, and they walked out through the restaurant. There were a few eyes on them. Callum smiled as the waiter who had served them snapped his head down and wiped the table he was standing in front of.

  “That has to be the cleanest table in the restaurant,” he said as he walked by.

  Sarah-Jane giggled and followed Callum out of the restaurant. The limousine was waiting for them. Once they were back inside, Callum watched her until she glanced up at him. She was different, somehow. She wasn’t just the beautiful marketing consultant at his company. There was much more to her.

  “You seem a little antsy,” he said, observing every move she made.

  “I blame you,” she said, pressing her thighs together.

  “I know what you want. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me as well. Unfortunately, it has to wait a few hours longer.”

  The pouty look she gave was so adorable he couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “You look like a child I took a favorite toy away from.”

  “I feel like that. You make me feel the way you do in the restaurant and then make me wait for the treasure?”

  “I have to make an appearance at this party. It’s somewhat expected of me.”

  Sarah-Jane had forgotten about the party. It pained her to have to play the good girl before becoming his for the night.

  “I promise you, it will be quick and painless.”

  Her eyebrow raised up, and she smirked. “Oh, really?” she teased.

  “Our presence at the party, I assure you.” Getting up, he leaned in to her, his hand moving up her leg underneath her dress. “I promise you,” he whispered as he pushed his hand between her legs. He stroked her across her pussy and stared into her eyes. “The sex will be anything but quick and painless.”

  She let out a shaky breath and brushed her lips across his before he pulled back and sat across from her, sliding his finger into his mouth.

  CHAPTER 7

  Sarah-Jane

  SARAH-JANE tried not to move too much until the limousine pulled up outside a hotel. Her body was on fire because of what Callum had done to her.

  “We’re here,” he said, looking out the window.

  She honestly didn’t know how she was going to make it through the next couple of hours. The mere friction between her legs from walking was enough to intensify the way she felt, and she had seriously thought about self-pleasure.

  Just a quick one to ease the tension, she thought.

  Callum leaned over and whispered. “I don’t want you to lose this feeling. I love the idea that you’re so fucking horny for me right now. No panties, wet, and your scent is enough to drive even the most celibate man crazy with desire. Don’t lose that, my Sarah-Jane.”

  Swallowing hard, she took a big breath, nodding before climbing out the limo.

  “You look beautiful,” he reassured her before walking through the door. Callum signed them into the event, and she held her head high. She followed him around the room full of the rich and famous, and clung to him as he began to mingle. He seemed to know everyone, conversing as he held her hand to make sure she stayed close. Sarah-Jane wasn’t worried that he was the controlling type, but she was worried that she’d lose control in the middle of everyone there if he didn’t keep his hands to himself. Trying to keep her mind on what he was trying to do, it was hard as each time she got caught up in conversation his hand slid up her side or brush across her ass. She was sure by some of the looks she got that everyone knew how she felt.

  He leaned to her when conversation shifted away from them.

  “How are you doing?” His hand rested on the small of her back.

  “I would be doing much better if you stopped touching me,” she mumbled.

  “I can’t help myself. I find it difficult to concentrate with you so close, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Would you like another drink?”

  Before she could answer, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. Pulling out her phone she saw Joey’s name on the screen.

  “Yes, sparkling water, please. I need to step outside for a moment.”

  He nodded, and she watched him excuse himself from the group and go to the bar on the opposite side of the room. She walked out into an empty hallway and read the text.

  Damn. I didn’t want to surprise you by text, but I guess I have no choice.

  She was confused by his text until another one came through a few moments later.

  Where are you? I’m at your apartment. I was hoping to see you.

  Sarah-Jane looked at the room full of people, a small panic wrapping around her stomach. If this text was Joey telling her he wanted to meet up with her if she was around, that would have been easier to say no to, but he was already in town, and at her apartment. Her heart beat harder as she tried thinking of what to say to him. Should she just ignore it? She could make up something by morning. Then her phone rang. She stared at Joey’s name until it stopped. A few moments later her voicemail chimed.

  “Damn it,” she said, taking a deep breath.

  “Hey, guess I missed you.” His tone was solemn on the recording and made her guilt heavier. “Sorry for dropping in like this. I guess I should have called before I just showed up. I didn’t want to be alone on this stupid holiday. I figured since you didn’t have any commitments either we could have hung out or… something.”

  “No,” she whispered at her phone.

  “To be honest, Sarah-Jane, I couldn’t bear the thought of not spending it with you, even though we aren’t technically together. I’ve been missing you. Been thinking about you a lot lately.”

  Sarah-Jane felt his desperation and it tugged at her heart. She missed him too. She couldn’t deny that, but she was torn on what to do. She had already made perfectly clear her intentions with Callum. To back down at this point was crazy.

  Joey continued his message. “I hope to hear from you soon. I don’t really have a place to stay. Valentine’s Day must be pretty big here. There are no rooms available anywhere.”

  The message ended.

  “Shit.”

  Sarah-Jane started replying with a text, but she didn’t know how to tell him she wasn’t going to be available. She deleted the unsent text twice until frustration got the best of her.

  “You okay?”

  She jumped when she heard Callum’s voice behind her.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I, um, yeah. I’m okay. Just a little nervous, I guess.”

  Shoving her phone into her purse, he handed her a glass of red wine.

  “They didn’t have anything n
on-alcoholic, believe it or not.”

  “Thanks,” she said, taking the glass.

  He held up his drink and toasted to an evening of passion and adventure. She barely took a sip before he grabbed her hand and led her down the hall away from the party.

  Sarah-Jane looked back to the room full of people and felt her phone vibrate.

  “Where are you taking me, Callum?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he led her to the end of the hallway and pulled her into a large closet lined with coats and jackets. Closing the door, she could see only a few small recessed lights illuminated the area. Pulling her to him, he cupped her face.

  “I keep telling you to try to get through the party with the thoughts of what I want to do to you, but in reality it’s me who cannot make it through, my Sarah-Jane.”

  He covered her mouth with his, and all her inhibitions and worries disappeared. She tasted bourbon when his tongue slid into her mouth. He didn’t hesitate to lean down and slide his hands up her bare legs, igniting a fire within her.

  “Callum,” she breathed when he grazed her between her legs.

  “Don’t fight this.” He kissed her hard, his lips crushing hers as he wrapped his arm around her and held her. His hand pushed her legs apart and his fingers slid up until they were stroking her. Opening her legs further gave him access to her ache, his fingers penetrating her. Sarah-Jane grabbed his arm and moved her hips back and forth as he fingered her, her breath catching when she felt her desire slowly build.

  Footsteps outside the door interrupted the kiss and Callum pulled her into the coats, hiding themselves in a small area between the coats and the wall. He covered her mouth with his hand as if he was holding her hostage. Sarah-Jane moved her eyes up to his face, and he drew his finger that had only been inside her moments earlier into his mouth.

  He closed his eyes as he tasted his finger, and it stirred something deep inside Sarah-Jane. She was entranced by how excited he was, and the idea of getting caught intoxicated her. He removed his hand from her mouth and instantly put his finger on his lips to indicate silence.

  They kept their eyes on a woman with two coats draped over her arm, one fur and the other a black leather trench. The woman placed each on a hanger and hung them on the bar on the other side of the room.

  Sarah-Jane stood completely still next to Callum, but felt his hand inch up her back. He had gotten a hold of the dress zipper and was slowly pulling it down. She tried moving away without making a noise, but for each step she took, he did the same. Once the zipper was open, she felt his hand slide underneath her dress and down to her ass. He rubbed her there until the attendant closed the door. They waited for the footsteps to fade away before she turned and pushed him away.

  “Are you crazy?” she asked, playfully swatting at him.

  He grabbed her and pressed her into the wall.

  “I’ve been accused of it at times.”

  “We could have gotten caught.”

  “I doubt she would have had us arrested for hiding in the closet. Take off your dress,” he growled.

  This was it.

  CHAPTER 8

  Sarah-Jane

  SARAH-JANE’S breathing came harder when she realized Callum was no longer going to wait until he got her alone. Taking her hand, he pulled her out from behind the coats, exposing her to the light, giving him a better view of her body. She stepped away from his groping hands and hungrily complied with his demands. Pulling her dress over her shoulders, she worked the top of her dress down over her breasts, the light just enough to reveal the black negligee he had given her.

  His breathing changed as she lowered her dress further, sliding it over her hips to the floor.

  “I knew it was the perfect one for you,” he said, his words thick with desire.

  He cocked his head as if he was studying the thin material. Standing before her, his feet were apart and his body slumped. Looking at her through lust-filled eyes, his fingers glided over the material.

  “Yes,” he mumbled before gathering the material on each side of her midriff and gripping it. She felt the material tighten. Callum took a breath and yanked it forward, hard and fast.

  Sarah-Jane winced at the ripping sound, not knowing what to expect next. Should she have been afraid? Was she in a situation she couldn’t get out of?

  She was jerked forward, and with a quick motion, he dropped what was left of the negligee. He caught her in his arms, pulling her into him. The sensation of his suit against her skin triggered something. Callum kissed her neck as his hands roamed her body. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit the edge as his tongue toyed with it. She moaned as he caressed her and pressed his groin into her.

  Callum stepped back and admired her body before pulling the black leather trench coat from the rack. He flung it around her, closing it up tightly and held her close. The smell of leather wafted around her. His hands caressed her through the coat before he then yanked the fur coat off the rack. Laying it on the floor of the closet, he looked up. He then snapped his fingers pointing to the coat. Sarah-Jane bit her lip and lowered herself down.

  As she did, he held the trench coat in his hands and lifted it off her as she lay on the fur. He watched her squirm around the coat as it tickled her. She didn’t stop moving until she watched him remove his suit coat and tie. Callum unbuttoned his crisp white shirt before pulling it off his shoulders revealing beautifully sculpted abs.

  He had her dripping as he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it from the loops. Dragging the belt across her body, he knelt over her and she shivered as the cool leather stroked her skin. Undoing his pants and pulled the zipper down, he revealed himself to her for the first time. Not only did he have charisma and charm, but he had the equipment to please as well.

  Pulling a silver wrapper from his pocket, he ripped it open, his eyes still buried into hers. Callum pushed his hips forward and rolled a condom on before tossing the package to the side.

  Kneeling over her, he pushed her legs apart and he took a moment to study her before sliding his hands down over her stomach to her thighs. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated on how his fingers worked along her inner thighs. Sarah-Jane was breathing so hard she needed to control it before she passed out. She felt the warmth from his breath on her lower stomach, and the wetness from his lingering kisses against her skin. Squeezing her eyes closed for a moment to focus, she opened them and found him between her legs. The look he gave her sent arousal railroading through her before he lowered his head and buried his tongue deep inside her. Taking a big breath, she focused on the sensation of his tongue sliding around her pussy.

  She pushed her hands into his hair and pulled him into her as she opened her legs wider. Callum lapped at her and teased her insides with his fingers until she was on the verge of orgasm. She pushed against him with her hips, fucking his mouth until she felt herself teeter along the edge. Just before it grabbed hold of her, he stopped and sat up, looming over her.

  “No,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop. Not now. I need to come.”

  “Shh,” he whispered back, holding his finger over her mouth.

  Sarah-Jane tried pulling him into her, but he snatched her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the coat beneath her. He picked up his discarded belt and tied her wrists with it, hooking the belt tightly.

  “Stand up,” he said softly.

  She tried a few times, but her legs were weak and it was difficult to stand without using hands. Callum helped her up and moved her to the very back of the closet, kicking the coats they used underneath the others. He pushed the coats hanging up forward and leaned her against the wall with the closet pole above her head. He pressed his body into hers, pinning her against the wall and raised her bound wrists over her head. She breathed harder as he pulled his belt over the pole and buckled it to her wrists. Callum stood back and admired his work before leaning down and taking her hard nipple into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub, she shudder
ed with excitement. He did the same to the other nipple and playfully bit it until she felt herself losing her sanity. Sarah-Jane tugged at the belt. She was completely in his control.

  Callum spun her around so she was facing the wall. She tried looking at him, but the way he had bound her to the pole above her head kept her from being able to move her head much. Callum slapped her ass and squeezed it, kneading it and pushing his cock into her. Kneeling down, he kissed her there, his teeth biting at her skin.

  “Please, Callum,” she panted. “Touch me.”

  “Hmm, touch you where?”

  “My pussy. Stroke me, fuck me.”

  He shoved her legs apart and pushed his face between her thighs. When she felt his tongue open her, she leaned back and gasped. Tasting her as his fingers slid in and out of her, her orgasm begin to peak again. Just before it crashed around her, he stopped and stood up.

  “Nooo,” she pleaded.

  He spun her back around and moved closer to her. Callum studied her face as she silently begged him to satisfy her. He smiled deviously and kissed her deeply, his tongue dominating hers. She was drunk on his control, and when his body pressed into her, she felt herself slipping away. Raising her legs, he placed them around his waist. Wrapping his arms around her, he brushed his lips against hers, pushing his cock into her at the same time as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth. He pushed in deep and stayed there as his tongue twirled around hers. Pulling himself out, he drove into her again, repeating his motions as she felt her orgasm surface and intertwine every fiber of her being. He fucked her hard and fast, pushing her orgasm to the edge and over the top. It spiraled around her and grabbed hold, causing her to shake, her muscles stiffening until he thrust into her one more time, releasing everything he had pent up for her.