Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) (19 page)

Like that would ever happen. Callum was weaving my body into exultation. I was a panting, heaving, quivering mess, but it seemed he wasn’t keen on finishing me just yet.

I begged when he playfully bit into my tongue. “I want you to remember how it would feel when I give myself to you, so each time I take your sweet pussy, you anticipate the finale.” 

Anticipate it, I shall. “Yes, I need to feel you…
fill
me up,” I muttered, incoherent.

“Fucking hell, Stella,” he said in a pained voice. Unleashed. “Sorry, but I have to come inside you,” he gritted out. “Now!”

What?

“No,” I gasped just as he pulled out. I hadn’t seen it coming.

I let out a pained sob when his shaft penetrated my other opening, inserting half of his dick in me as he immediately released his load, pumping in precise strokes as he spurt his seed inside me.

“I’m sorry. My need to possess you overrode common sense.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I’m sorry,” Callum whispered as he shook while sagging on my back, spent from his intense orgasm. I could feel his dick expand while it made soft, small strokes.

This… with him… like this… felt perfect. I didn’t want to leave this dark place and face the rest of the world. Here, in the blanket of darkness, he was mine alone.

When he whispered
sorry
before kissing the back of my neck, I moaned against him. “It was painful in the beginning, but when you started coming, it wasn’t so bad.” I cocked my head to the side, resting it against his check, seeking for his lips. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me,” I said in between kisses. “I’m yours, after all.”

As our kiss deepened in an act of completion, I had never felt more in love with him. Never had I felt such an all-consuming connection with another man.

My feelings for Callum were complicated, but there was no speck of doubt that I was in love with him. My heart ached for him. My very soul yearned for him.

“Callum,” I moaned, voice loaded with emotions. Feelings so anew, yet I couldn’t say them out loud in fear of chasing him away. So for now, this was to suffice.

There was no going back.

I wanted this man. All. Of. Him.

~S~

At three in the afternoon, I decided to come out of hiding in the workroom and finally get something to eat for a light snack. I skipped breakfast since Callum and I woke up late. So, we decided to eat sandwiches instead. That was almost five hours ago.

I was about to enter the kitchen to fix something for myself when I decided to head straight to his study to check if he wanted something to nibble on.

When I got there, silence greeted me when I opened the door after a few knocks with no response.

Brian, Callum’s other PA, apart from Eleanor, was striding towards me with a big smile, not finding it odd that I was in the study without the Boss.

“Hey, Miss Stella. If you’re looking for the Big Bad Wolf, he’s downstairs, sharpening his killer instincts.” Brian breezed past me with his bright electric blue pants, white dress shirt paired with glaring green and electric blue tie to match his outfit and white suede loafers on his feet.

When he saw me check out his ensemble, he grinned at me. “Like it? I just got this yesterday. I love neon colors, don’t you?”

I did, at times, but not all together, if I could help it. “It’s very funky. It definitely suits your happy persona.” It truly did. What I admired most was that he wasn’t afraid to wear casual clothes whilst working with Callum. If he
were in the entertainment industry, it would be understandable, but not in the business sector where the company you work for was one of the largest companies that had the capability of swaying the stock market.

“Mr. Kensington let’s me wear whatever I want during weekends. He’s not really that particular when it comes to wardrobe as long as there are no major meetings or events involved. I could pretty much get away with a lot of things.” Brian whistled along as he rounded Callum’s desk, opened a folder and shifted some papers. For the documents needed signing, he inserted it to the ‘Immediate Attention’ tray.

Brian was so easy to be around even though this was only the second time I’d met him. “How long have you worked for Callum?”

“For a few years now.”

The urge to ask about Zara was almost at the tip of my tongue, but I held back just in case Brian would tell his boss. Now that was a problem I didn’t need.

Clearing my throat before smiling at him, I said, “See you around.” I bid him goodbye and went off to look for Callum in the gym.

I didn’t know what I was expecting when I went downstairs, but certainly I wasn’t expecting a full-size boxing ring with two men sparring and wrestling with mixed martial arts in it.

Callum. Sweaty. Rugged.

Hard as rock abs glistened as he worked against his opponent. He had black tape wrapped around his hands with some loose, black, track trousers on. Barefoot.

A burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I saw him do a double fly kick and he started to grapple the other large looking man before they rolled onto their backs, limb to limb, looking like they were about to crack each other’s necks.

I cleared my throat loud enough for them to hear me as I walked towards the ring. As I got closer, my eyes immediately locked onto Callum’s dark depths, sparking instantaneous lust in me.

Jesus, what a sight he was up close.

Was it wrong that I was beyond soaked? Yep. The man seriously mastered this body.

Chapter 24

Callum

The soft sway of her hips compelled me to look her and I halted everything with a flick of my fingers. Lars, my Irish trainer, paused as he checked where my gaze had landed.

Lars simply grunted, knowing full well how seductive Stella looked as she came towards me; hips swaying and face clear of makeup with a short, silk dress on. She looked every bit the luscious woman and I realized just then that I wanted to sample her sweet tasting lips again.

“Hi,” Stella shyly greeted me, blushing, eyes all on me with one thought in mind; lust. She might’ve greeted me shyly, but there was nothing shy about how she looked at me now. She hungered for me. Blatantly.

“Hello, my sweet.” I grinned, coming out of the ropes and hopping to the ground, standing before her. “Missed me?”

I saw her contemplate the question. I knew she missed me. It was written all over her. All I wanted was confirmation, for her to say the words out loud.

“A lot,” she whispered, unwavering. “I missed you quite a bit.”

My self-restraint dissolved immediately. Like a hormonal teenage boy, I pulled her against me and kissed her as if she was the air I breathed.

From the background, my ears perked up when I heard the glass door close with a soft thud. Lars took his cue and left me with my enchantress. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really?” she panted, taking my lips again as her arms encircled my neck before she spontaneously hopped and jumped onto my hips, locking her legs around me while her hands cupped my face, kissing me with pure, unadulterated hunger.

My hands cupped her bottom, squeezing it as I did so, matching her passion with abandonment. “Christ, you’re so gorgeous.”

Stella started to rub up against me. The heat from her pussy felt wonderful against my stomach. “Fuck me in the ring, Cal,” she pleaded, voice packed with desire.

Hell. It was the first thought that had popped into my brain the second she wafted through the doors, looking the way she did. She looked like the first bloom of spring
; fresh and un-plucked. It was pure, simplistic beauty. “I would love to, darling, but I promised to myself that I would take you out on a date this time before I try to snake my way into your hot,” I suckled on her bottom lip, “slippery and enticing pussy.”

Stella pouted. “Please?”

Jesus, the woman was set out to strangle my cock. A promise was a promise and I was going to take her out, even if I was to run about London blue-balled and in dire pain. “Not a chance, milady.”

She raised her brow at me, curious. “Where are you taking me?”

That was a surprise. One I hoped she’d like. “Goodness, woman. Let a man take you out on a date without the whole interrogation,” I teased as I nibbled on her earlobe. God, I wanted to sink into her wet cunt… even just for a few seconds, however I knew seconds wouldn’t be enough to quench my hunger.

After last night—the stint with Zara, Derek and Hugh—I knew I had to start paving our foundation. I didn’t want a shaky relationship with Stella. I wanted her to know that during our time together—the entire duration—I was hers.

Besides, I needed another excuse to see her smile. There was something about her smile that made me feel as if I was doing something right in my life. For some reason, a big part of me hoped that, someday, I wouldn’t be the man who would diminish that glorious smile of hers.

After what happened with Zara yesterday, I had so much to make up for. Apart from that little snide remark she mentioned last night, she hasn’t said anything else and based on my experience with past lovers, this was a bad sign.

Women would pout, act extremely bitchy, not to mention clingy atop all the
who’s prettier
questions and the
who’s better in bed
drill of insanity. These were the most common epidemics of women needing reassurance that they were fine and secure on the relationship front.

Stella never did all that, so it was normal for a man to worry. I wasn’t sure if her reaction was based on the fact that she was above all of these petty, churlish acts and platitudes… or it could simply be because she simply didn’t care about me…

Both were fine, really, but I wasn’t going to deny that I was hoping that the first one was the most valid.

I cared for Stella. Atop the fact that she was Richard’s baby sister, I also started to care about the person that she was, the woman beneath the surface.

Stella was remarkable. She lost her brother and her parents and yet, she wasn’t one to dwell and make everyone’s lives a living hell because she was going through a tough time. She was wealthy in her own right, yet she didn’t flaunt that like other women easily did. Most of all, she had a heart. When she talked about her best friends, her work and other people she cared about, her face would light up, animated. These were all admirable things and I wanted to be a part of that circle later on. I wanted her to care for me the way she did with her friends.

I knew I wanted it, but the reasoning behind the very fact was still baffling to me. Pondering much about the subject didn’t get me anywhere. I wasn’t in love with her, but I wished for her to start caring for me.

It really was odd.

When Stella emerged an hour later, dressed to torture me all night long, my thoughts ceased to exist.

The tightening of my chest surfaced as I stared at her. Gray eyes infiltrated my thoughts. “Stella,” I uttered her name and the feeling in my chest intensified. The urge to kiss her senseless and take her to bed was so inviting that I had decided not to touch a bit of her in fear that I might not be able to control my libido. I was becoming a glutton when it came to her body. Each time I took her, the addiction sharpened. Magnified. How could a man stay away from a barely touched, nubile body? Let alone a very responsive, sexy, gorgeous woman that made moans that hardened me in a flash? Never in my life had I been this libidinous—body so unquenched that I was half-aroused most of the time—thinking only of Stella.

This was well and all, but I wasn’t bothered by it since it was
all physical. The needs of the flesh could always be doused one way or the other, but the emotional and mental ones were the hardest to forget.

Tonight, I wasn’t going to allow the ghost of Zara to interrupt us. Stella deserved my one hundred percent attention.

Half an hour later, we finally reached our destination.

Let’s see how I fair in this test
, I challenged myself.

Chapter 25

Stella

A loud gasp came from me when Callum parked and I saw where he was taking me. “Wow. You go all out, don’t you?” I was beyond impressed.

The man simply gave me a smirk before he let himself out, rounded to open my door and offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle. “It’s our first date. A man’s got to take extra care to make the first impression last a lifetime.”

He was guiding me towards the entrance of the London Aquarium. It truly was nice. “Well, you’ve definitely accomplished just that.” I leaned over and kissed his lips. It had been over twenty-four hours now from our first make-out session, and still, I couldn’t get over the fact that I loved kissing him whenever I felt the need to be close to him.

Two personal staff greeted us at the door. We were then escorted towards a dark room with several lit candles on a dining table with the large wall-to-wall aquarium next to us. The soft azure glow it gave to the room made it cozy, intimate and beyond a doubt enchanting. The heady smell of candles and their incandescent glow just added more to the effects of intoxicating seduction and romance.