Page 88 of Midnight Curfew

“But if you weren’t Callum Ames,” he breathes out, “and you weren’t his son and you weren’t a rich prick, it wouldn’t have been fun at all.”

Sarai comes, gasping and whimpering, and I slide my fingers inside of her. Dallas watches me curl them, rubbing her G-spot as I show him I can take care of a woman just fine.

The orgasm ebbs away, and she mews, letting out this delighted little laugh.

“I’m shocked,” Dallas tells me. “I actually thought you might not know what to do with a woman.”

Pushing her off, I massage my cock, everyone around us a void I don’t even see. “If I weren’t Callum Ames and his son and a rich prick,” I coo, “I wouldn’t be so hard to replace in your life, nor would we always be paying your fucking salary.” I lower my voice. “Five years ago and five years from now.”

He may think he has power, but he doesn’t.

I stand up, forcing him back as I adjust myself. “And no, I don’t fail to satisfy women.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “But the only person I’ve been inside of is you.”

He blinks, and I inch closer, throwing his own words back at him. “You remember.”

I really loved letting him have control most of the time, but he was indulgent with me when he let his guard down.

Taking a hot towel from the attendant, I wipe my hands, the bells of the clock behind me chiming.

I meet his eyes. “Dallas?”

He stands with his fists tight.

“Run,” I tell him.

His face falls, Jerome chuckling as we all stand to face the Jaeger who’s no longer welcome in the Wolfe Room and will be breaking curfew as soon as he steps outside and those chimes stop.

He backs up slowly, eventually charging out of the room and disappearing through the door.

I rip open my vest and shirt, peeling them off my body, because it’s gonna be fucking hot out there tonight.

14

Callum

Five Years Ago

“What do you think you’re doing?” Olivia Jaeger chokes out, fighting against our hold.

Milo and I grip her in the back seat as my friend Delaney drives. Vincent watches us from the passenger side.

“She saw you!” Liv cries. “She saw your faces.” She looks around at all of us. “She’s calling the police by now.”

“You think so?” I taunt. “What will the police do to me?”

I force myself to look amused at how clueless she is, but I know I’m driving off a cliff here. We’ve stolen Dallas’s sister out of a limo after her nice night with Clay, coming out to the whole damn town, both of them in love and shit.

I don’t care about any of that.

I’m going to fuck her and show him that he doesn’t have to pay for his mistakes. His family will.

She closes her mouth, staring at me and knowing that the police aren’t a threat to me.

I peer over at her. “I think she called your brothers instead, don’t you think?”

Clay’s instinct would’ve been to get Liv back. She wouldn’t have trusted the police, given who my father is.

And I know that. I know exactly what’s coming.