I grinned as I closed the door behind me, then waited for it. I was ready for Casey’s assault, crouching down so she could cover me in doggy kisses while I threw aside my ID badge and all the other work shit.
Callum smiled at me from across the living room, and in his eyes there was still a hint of savage, not that most people would see it these days. His new jeans fitted him like a glove, hugging his toned arse like they’d been painted on him. Judging by the splotches of paint on his t-shirt there was probably some truth in that.
He stepped back to give me a better view of his canvas. The Sophie he’d painted was glowing, beaming with happiness at the tiny baby in her arms.
“It’s beautiful...” I whispered. “You’re so bloody good, Callum. I hope you realise just how talented you are.”
“Love painting in this place,” he said. “I’m so happy here, Soph.”
“Me too. Beats the crap out of Canary Wharf.” I walked past him, staring out of the window at our new little yard. “We’ll be good here, Callum. The Haygrove people are really nice.”
“Should hope so, estate manager. Else you’ll have to sort ’em out, won’t ya? Good you’re getting right back on the horse, Soph, they had nothin’ much on you and they knew it.”
I watched him paint awhile, loving the way he moved, the way he gritted his teeth in concentration.
“You’re going to make an incredible father.”
“I wanna have six, at least,” he said. “Loads of the little buggers.”
The image reignited the flame I’d been harbouring all day. It didn’t take much for it to flare into a fire.
I pressed up against my savage’s back. “In that case we’d better get started.”
I plucked the paintbrush from his grip, dropping it with a plonk into the water jug, then pulled up his t-shirt to plant hot kisses down his spine. He turned and reached for me, but I sidestepped. I shook my head. “I want you naked. I want you ready. I want you in that fucking bedroom, right now, Callum Jackson.”
He stared down at me, eyes glinting. “You’re a bit bossy tonight, don’t ya think? Might have to do something about that…”
“Don’t try me. I learnt from the best.” I pointed to the bedroom. “Shut your mouth and do what the hell you’re told.”
He took his time about it, sloping slowly down the hallway with his eyes still on mine. I followed him in, standing triumphant as he adhered to my instruction.
“Naked,” I said. “Now.”
“You’re pushing your luck, Missy,” he said, but his hands were already at his jeans, sliding them down over perfect hips. I admired the steel plains of his stomach, wetting my lips as he yanked his top over his head. The intertwined skulls on his chest glowed with a sheen of perspiration and the savage smelled gorgeous. His musky scent went straight to my head. I took a breath, restrained the urge to jump on the bed and beg for a hammering.
“On your back, Savage – hands above your head.”
“For fucking real?”
“My way tonight. All mine.”
Fuck, how my pussy throbbed as he submitted. He lowered himself slowly, arching his back on the descent and stretching muscle-ripped arms right the way to the headboard, his perfect tats snaking to the V at his waist. My Callum was indeed a perfect fucking specimen.
“Come on then, Missy,” he growled. “Do your fucking worst.”
Oh, how I intended to.
The savage watched me with hungry eyes as I stripped naked, grunting his appreciation. He licked his lips when I played with my nipples. And he groaned out my name when I squeezed my tits together. Fuck, how I wanted his hot, wet mouth on me. His slavering kisses on tender skin, vicious teeth to mark them deep. I kneed onto the bed, stalking him slowly, teasing my mouth up his thighs until he gasped.
His beautiful cock jutted up at the ceiling, straining for my hot, wet throat.
“I’m going to ride that dick so hard, Savage, so fucking hard…”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Show me what you’ve got.”
My tongue flickered, teasing his veiny shaft while my fingers worked his balls. He groaned and squirmed, knuckles white against the headboard as I sucked him all the way in.
“Got so much for you, Sophie,” he hissed. “So fucking much. You’d better be ready for it.”
I climbed up to straddle him, rolling my hips against his cock. Jesus, it hit the fucking spot. My pussy was swollen