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When she left, I checked for cameras in the room, because the sly grin she gave me told me she knew exactly what we’d done. Turned out she did, but not because of cameras. It was because I had moaned his name so loudly they all knew he was fucking my pussy with his fingers.
Caleb had given me an evil smirk when I walked out of the dressing room to them all staring at me. If he’d thought I’d walk out of that dressing room with my head held in shame, he had another thing coming.
“If you flirt with my husband again, I’ll rip out your tongue,” I’d said to Mikayla when she continued to “accidentally” touch his arm.
“She means that literally,” Caleb had added on, looking at me with something that looked an awful lot like pride.
“And if you don’t push off their advances, I’ll cut off your balls.”
He’d smiled at that.
The drive to my apartment had been tense, and I’d nearly sprinted inside when the car came to a stop.
“Hey, Henry. No, thank you. He’s rich enough to cover the parking,” I responded, throwing him a wink.
Henry wasn’t just a doorman who sat behind the pretty terrazzo stone desk in the lobby. He was head of security for my building. Literally mine. I’d bought a whole fucking building so I could employ my own security team to watch over me.
I knew there’d come a time when my uncle deemed that I knew too much or was no longer of use. I didn’t want anyone to know what protection I could afford. So we spoke in code and kept everything discreet.
All of the security staff were instructed when they were hired to treat each resident as a high-profile client. Communication, payment, and everything business-related was run through my security company, Leslie George Security.
If you knew the right questions to ask, that was how clients got a hold of Cain.
Ryan had a similar setup with Lotería, her club in Tucson. Legal business on paper, but not so legal business when you dug around. She ran guns with hers. I sold mercenary services.
I led Caleb into one of the elevators, pressing the button for the thirtieth floor.
The second he crossed the threshold, he backed me into a corner, caging me in with his body. His inked hands landed on either side of my head, kicking my pulse into overdrive with his proximity, reminding me that we’d done something similar to this only an hour before. But this time, his eyes didn’t hold lust.
“Don’t play games, Romano. You won’t like the results of fucking with me,” he said, a low rumble in his chest. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I kept my eyes locked on him, trying to hide my reaction to the intimacy of our position. I was still on edge from our earlier exchange since only one of us had gotten off.
Actually, I probably would like the results of fucking you…
Thank God my mouth decided to keep that little thought to itself. There was something invigorating about going toe to toe with Caleb. Sure, he called me a bitch, but he never dismissed me.
“I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, Callahan,” I drawled out, attempting to sound bored with the whole exchange.
His mouth dipped closer to my ear. Mint with a hint of whiskey tickled my nose when he spoke. “You have that look in your eyes that says you’re planning some shit. We’re going to get your shit, and that’s fucking it. Don’t try to pull whatever is going on in that pretty head of yours.”
He poked at my temple before dragging his finger down my cheek. And because I was losing my damn mind, when it neared my lips, I turned and bit it. In true asshole fashion, he shoved it in my mouth. The air crackled with tension as I swirled my tongue around the digit.
His eyes bored into mine, and I felt the hairs on my arms rise with the intensity of his attention. I wanted to roll my eyes back into my head with how hot the masculine groan he let out was. It didn’t matter than I’d heard it before. It was just as hot every time.
I respectfully—but firmly—disagreed with anyone who felt being on your knees in front of a man was a position of weakness. I’d argue that someone with that opinion had never had a dick in their mouth before, because on my knees was when I was my most powerful.
Fuck, after the dressing room incident earlier, I now wanted to see what I could get Caleb to do when I had his cock in my mouth.
The clearing of a throat broke our moment. My cheeks flamed at the wet plopping noise that came from Caleb pulling out his finger. It was so damn loud in the silent elevator. Thankfully, with Caleb’s muscled frame almost completely covering me, I could barely be seen by the person who’d entered the elevator.
“There you go, man. The whores are fun to fuck. Just be careful she doesn’t try to take anything.” The newcomer hit Caleb’s shoulder while letting out a laugh like they were best fucking friends. “Mind if I give her a go when you’re d—”
Faster than my brain could process, Caleb hit the emergency stop button on the panel and had the man pinned to the wall by his throat, the barrel of his gun shoved between the guy’s quivering lips.
“What the fuck did you just say about my wife?” Caleb bit out.
Warmth pooled in my belly at the term.
His muffled cries were indiscernible as he clawed at Caleb’s hand hard enough to draw blood, but the Irishman didn’t even flinch. I could tell by how still he was holding himself that he was barely holding back from pulling the trigger. And naturally, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
