them either.”
“Says who?” I asked.
“Me,” Callie said. “You want to be married to me. You love me that much.”
“I never said that,” I said. “Are we doing this or what?”
“Go ahead,” she said.
“Nope.”
“What the fuck, Jackson?”
“What the fuck, Callie?”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m not signing them,” I said.
“Neither am I,” she said.
“You are so damn stubborn,” I said.
“Then leave.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Then do something about it.”
I slammed my hand to the divorce papers and pushed them away.
At the same time, we grabbed each other’s shirts.
We smiled a second before we kissed.
“Hey,” Callie said while kissing me.
“What?” I asked.
“Fuck me on the divorce papers.”
That’s exactly what I did.
I stripped Callie from the waist down and threw her clothes across the kitchen floor.
I sat her perfect ass right on the divorce papers and I opened my jeans to pull my cock out to handle business.
She touched me and stroked me - just once - before pulling me to her body.
Then I took control.
My hands held her curved hips tight as I fucked her on the counter.
It was gasps, groans, sighs, and flirty eye glances as I thrust harder and faster and she pumped her body the same to mine.
My hands inched up her shirt and I touched her sides as she wrapped her hands around my neck.
When I tried to kiss her, she leaned back more, making me chase her down.
She laughed and teased me… bringing me to the edge way too fast.
I sucked in a breath and tried to hold it.
Then I made the mistake of looking down to see her sweet honey coating on my cock.
“Ah, fuck,” I groaned.
“Yes,” Callie purred. “Come right now. Right now!”
Her voice echoed around the kitchen and she pulled herself back up.
We kissed and she rocked her hips in a way I had never felt before.
My cock fell to its knees before its master.
That was it for me.
I grunted as my cock released…
Callie groaned into my mouth, taking me over and over.
We stayed just like that, me inside her beautiful body, for a few minutes as we kissed like we just learned how to kiss.
I eventually stepped back and eased my cock away from her.
I tucked myself away and picked Callie’s panties and jeans up off the kitchen floor.
She jumped off the counter and laughed.
“Those papers are destroyed,” she said.
“Good,” I said.
“So I guess we’re staying married?”
“For now,” I said. “Why not?”
“Sure. Why not?”
I got down on one knee in front of her and helped her put her panties and jeans on.
She laughed the entire time.
I loved her laugh. And her smile.
And her body.
And everything about her.
When I stood back up, I touched her face.
“You know what I was wondering?” I asked.
“What?”
“The new company… which one of us is the boss?”
“I am,” she said.
“You?” I asked. “I started it.”
“I brought in the business.”
“No you didn’t. I have more experience.”
“I’m smarter.”
“Look, you’re going have to get used to taking orders from me, Callie,” I said. “Just at the office.”
“I’m the boss, Jackson.”
“Says who?” I asked.
Callie stepped back and smiled. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it. Along with her bra.
I sucked in a breath at the sight of her breasts.
“I said so,” she said. “I’m the boss. Any questions?”
Callie made her chest dance a few times and I moved my eyes from her breasts to her eyes.
I grinned.
“You’re the boss, sweetie.”
I moved toward Callie and cupped her breasts with my hands.
It was time to go to the bedroom and keep the night going.
Of course Callie was the boss…
She was everything.
And I was perfectly okay with that.
Epilogue
Callie
I kissed Jackson before stepping out of the apartment.
He quickly pulled me back into the apartment to kiss me harder.
“I have to go,” I said as his tongue flirted with my lips.
“You should come first,” he said.
“We already did that. Twice.”
“Third time is the charm,” he said.
“Later.”
“I don’t do later.”
“You have no choice,” I said.
“Can I at least feel you up quick?”
I stepped away and nodded. “Make it quick. I have a meeting.”
Jackson slipped his hand up my shirt and cut in my bra.
His hand squeezed and played for a few seconds.
“Dammit,” I groaned as I wiggled out of his reach. “Now I’m wet.”
“That’s the point.”
I hurried to fix my top and backed out of the apartment.
“Love you, Callie,” he said.
“Love you too,” I said.
I got a ride to my new office.
Misha was waiting with two coffees.
One for me.
One for her.
She was more than just my assistant at that point. She was my partner. I used to call her my partner
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