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  I clear my throat. “You should consider leaving your job. You're going to inherit a lot of money from you grandfather and a lot of responsibilities. I know you work two jobs, but you're going to inherit a lot of companies from your grandfather. You'll have to learn how to manage them. You're obviously a smart girl since you graduated from Northwestern University, but managing that kind of money, it's complicated. You should start learning right now.” I hear the edge of command in my voice, but I can't help who I am. I'm an alpha male, and she'll have to get used to it.

  She glares at me. “I'm not leaving my job! I have to support my parents. That's why I work weekends at the bakery. My salary from the bank is not enough.”

  Irritation pinches between her dark brows.

  I take a deep breath. She still doesn't get it. “Callie, this is so much bigger than you or your parents. Your grandfather had fifty thousand employees. Those people depend on you to make the right decisions so that they can still pay their mortgages and put food on the table. I’ll help you in the beginning, but then it’s your responsibility.”

  She looks at me, stunned. “I hadn't thought about it that way. I'm only doing this because of my parents. I have to take care of them.”

  Her voice cracks and I sigh deeply. “I don't want to upset you; we should also meet our respective parents. I told mine that we have been dating for a while, and they're excited to meet you,” I say, changing the subject.

  Lifting her head, she gives me a small groan. “Go back to talking about sex, please. All this talk about money and parents is giving me a headache.”

  I lower my head and kiss her. She tastes incredibly sweet, so I deepen the kiss and she moans into my mouth. I groan and curse under my breath, and her eyes widen. I slide my hand through her silky-smooth hair and hold her head in place. I feel her smile against my lips, and I take that as an invitation.

  She grabs my shirt, and my mouth descends upon hers again. I thrust my tongue between her lips and feel her melt into me. She returns this kiss with more intensity than the first one, and muffled moans escape her. She writhes against me, and I separate from her, wanting and yearning for more.

  Her hair is mussed, her cheeks flush with desire, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. She looks at me, dazed. I press my thumb against her red lips, and she closes her eyes.

  I want to take her home and fuck her until she writhes and screams that she can't take it anymore.

  “Do you feel it in your clit when I press your lips with my finger,” I ask her, my voice barely a whisper.

  She moans and lightly bucks against me but doesn't answer me. It doesn't matter. I'm a patient man. Waiting only makes everything sweeter.

  Callie jumps when someone clears their throat behind us, and she buries her head in my shoulder, no doubt embarrassed by the incident. I turn to see Scott and the brunette—Miranda, I think. I don't know her name and I don't care. Scott’s eyes flicker from his date to Callie and then back to the brunette. She ignores him and happily chats on the phone. I feel sorry for the guy, but I'm happy he didn't get the chance to woo Callie away from me. I think he realizes his mistake, but now it's too late.

  “Right, we're leaving,” he says embarrassed. “I just wanted to ask Callie if she needs a ride home.”

  This guy is so out of his league it’s not even funny. I smile at him, and my finger gently touches the ring on Callie's left hand.

  Callie raises her head from my shoulder. “Thank you, Scott but that’s not necessary. Hunter will take me.”

  He nods and they leave.

  We order some food and tiramisu and enjoy each other’s company, but I’m a little distracted wondering if I’ll get a goodnight kiss when I’ll take her home.

  I’m behaving like a teenager who’s never had sex. It’s ridiculous. What is this woman doing to me?

  Chapter Five

  Callie

  Two weeks later, I'm still thinking about his kiss. He’s been out of the country, and we haven't seen each other since that night at the restaurant. We’ve regularly texted about wedding stuff, and I am glad that we’re keeping in touch.

  He’s asked for my opinion about a lot of things from flowers to invitations. I felt so overwhelmed in the beginning because I hadn't realized what circus this wedding was going to be before I said yes.

  He hooked me up with a young wedding dress designer, and I'm happy about her ideas about my gown for the big day.

  We’re about to meet for a cake tasting, and I am glad that I will finally see him again. Which is weird. But I’ve been thinking about him nonstop since he kissed me, and I have even dreamed of him a few times.

  I park the car in front of the bakery and then go inside.

  Hunter is on the phone but disconnects the call when he sees me and smiles. He approaches me and kisses me on the cheek. I'm disappointed that he doesn’t give me a proper kiss, but I'm not going to ask for one.

  “I'm glad you're here,” he says. He kisses me on my lips and then studies me, his eyes dancing with mirth.

  I lick my lips and try to control my breathing, but my heart is racing. I turn and focus my eyes on the array of sweets and cakes in the display window. I hear Hunter chuckle behind me. The bastard knows what he's doing. I have to be careful with him.

  Hunter takes my hand, and I like the skin-to-skin sensation. I’m playing a dangerous game with my heart. I should stop Hunter from touching me, but it seems logical to have a relationship if we have to get married. Only, everything would be so much better if I didn't have this physical reaction every time he touches me. This man is dangerous, I have to be careful not to fall in love with him.

  “Callie, this is Jane, our wedding planner. It seemed like a good idea to meet her here today.”

  I nod and automatically shake her hand. “Hi, I'm Callie Roberts, pleased to meet you.”

  The wedding planner is in her mid-forties, wearing a gray dress and nude pumps. I don't exactly look like a billionaire's girlfriend in my white shirt and ripped jeans. I sigh. I’ll have to make an effort to dress better. Hunter is impeccable in a dark blue suit.

  We all sit at the table that’s loaded with all sorts of cakes beautifully placed on a platter.

  “How about getting started with vanilla bean cake,” Jane says.

  “Callie?” Hunter says.

  I shrug. “Sure, whatever.” I take a fork and taste the cake, but I don't really like it. Half an hour later, we had tried them all, and I still don't like any of them. I guess it doesn't really matter since it’s not going to be a real wedding.

  “What is your favorite, Callie?” Jane asks me. I don't want to disappoint her, but I'm not willing to lie.

  “Did you like the vanilla bean cake?” she asks.

  “No, I find it a little bland.”

  Jane nods and takes notes on her tablet.

  “Okay, Callie how about the carrot cake?” she says.

  “No, it's too sweet for my taste,” I say, and she frowns.

  “How about the dark chocolate?”. Her voice is hopeful and I feel bad that I have to disappoint her again.

  I shake my head.

  She places her tablet on the table and looks me in the eyes. “Did you like any of the cakes?”

  “No, I'm sorry.” I feel like an ungrateful and spoiled bitch. “I'm sorry, Jane.”

  “Don't apologize, Callie. We'll find something you like. To be honest, I didn't like any of them, but I don't eat a lot of sweets,” Hunter intervenes and his gaze lands on my lips. I lick them and give him a grateful look.

  “Do you have tiramisu? I know Callie likes it, so maybe that will be the winner,” so we can get out of here.

  Jane nods with enthusiasm. She gets up, walks into the kitchen and comes back with another platter of sweets.

  “Here you go, tiramisu cake,” she says and carefully places the platter on the table.

  Hunter and I take our forks and dig in.

  “We have a winner,” I say between mouthfuls. “This stu
ff is divine,” I say.

  “Agree,” Hunter says and gives me a heated look.

  “Perfect,” Jane says and gets up again. “If this is settled, I'll leave you to it. I'll see you both tomorrow to go over the other details,” she says, and she picks up her tablet from the table and heads for the door.

  Hunter and I are left alone and just stare at each other for a few minutes, ignoring the other customers in the shop.

  “Take me home and fuck me, Hunter,” I say.

  Chapter Six

  Hunter

  We drive in silence until we reach my building. “Are you sure you want to do this, Callie? We can wait if you want.”

  She doesn't answer, and I get the impression she's conflicted about it.

  “No, I want to,” she says, her voice firm.

  Thank God for that.

  “Did you have sex with anyone when you were in Europe?” she asks. “It's okay if you did.”

  I take a deep breath and weigh her question. “Callie, I'm not a sexist pig. I asked fidelity on your part, so I have to hold myself to the same standard. Besides, I haven’t wanted to have sex with anybody else since I met you.”

  She cocks her head to the side, and I can see something mischievous enter her eyes.

  “I'm glad you find my sexual frustration funny,” I mumble.

  She laughs. “It's ludicrous that you complain of sexual frustration after two weeks of no having sex.”

  I grit my teeth. “Three months. Since the day your grandfather died. His lawyer paid me a visit the same day and told me about you. I couldn't exactly have sex with other women when I was engaged to someone else. It wouldn't have been fair.”

  “But I didn't even know about you,” she protests.

  I shrug. “Doesn't matter. I knew about you.”

  “Okay,” she whispers and closes her eyes. “Let's go upstairs.”

  I kiss her in the elevator. I can’t help myself. Now that I know she’s mine, I’m crazy with desire. I feel my adrenaline racing in my veins, and I’m hard as a rock. A delicious shudder shoots through me when I touch her breasts and kiss her neck. I pray nobody else enters the elevator until we safely reach my apartment.

  Every inch of me is lit up with the burning, urgent need to possess her, and I don't think I can stop now. Pleasure pulses in my veins. The elevator reaches the top floor, I take her hand, and we step inside my apartment.

  “Let's go to the bedroom,” I say, and Callie nods.

  I unbutton her shirt and peel it off her. She takes her jeans off and stands almost naked in front of me.

  I drink her in. I love every contour and curve of her goddess body, and I will have no problem having sex with her for years to come.

  I frown when I think about the divorce looming over us. I touch her cheek, and her skin is soft, satin beneath my fingers. I reach down and cup one of her gorgeous breasts and expose the already erect nipple. I rub my thumb around her nipple then run my tongue over it. I'm satisfied when her little nub is hard as a pebble and move to the other one. Callie looks at me beneath her lashes and jumps in surprise when I pinch her nipple and then she melts into me.

  Her breathing increases and she rubs against me.

  I laugh. “You want more, Callie? Do you want to come?” I ask her.

  “Yes, Hunter, please,” she says and shivers.

  I bend a little and slip a finger inside her already wet pussy.

  “You're so tight! So perfect,” I whisper to her.

  She shudders with pleasure, and I capture her lips again, plunging my tongue inside her sweet mouth.

  My skin tingles with anticipation and my cock is hard as steel.

  I run my fingers over her clit and revel in every sigh and moan that escapes her lips. I quicken my pace, and I'm rewarded when she comes in cascading waves.

  She spreads her thighs to receive me, and I plunge into her. Her hot wet pussy is gripping my cock, and I fill her completely. I begin to move inside her. She's arching her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. The punishing rhythm is driving me insane, and her muscles grip me tighter while I ram into her. She claws at my back, and I lick her neck gently, biting her flesh. She goes wild with desire, her body glistening with perspiration while her hair is plastered against her face. She has never looked more beautiful to me.

  We grunt and gasp, writhing in each other’s arms until I can't bear it any longer. I brush her hair out of her face and capture her lips. I bite and suck and tasted her, my mouth ravishing hers.

  She whispers my name and makes a begging sound, and when the climax comes, it comes for both us. Gasping and moaning, we surrender into our mutual pleasure.

  I roll off her, spent. Her half-lidded eyes slide closed as she breathes my name.She makes a low, throaty sound of pleasure when I drag her into my arms and her body molds against mine.

  I have lived for my business for too long, but I don’t care anymore. My only fear is that Callie will hate me when she finds out what she has to do so that I can have my company back when we get married.

  She'll believe all of this was just a ploy to get my company back.

  Chapter Seven

  Callie

  “I’ve decided to quit my jobs,” I tell Hunter. “I spoke to my parents and my grandfather's lawyer, Mr.Malone and they said they will all help me navigate all of this so I don't screw it up.”

  Hunter strokes my clit again. “That's nice,” he says, his voice low and sensual.

  “I thought you would be happy. After all, you got what you wanted.” I'm baffled by his reaction.

  He laughs, and his eyes crinkle in the corners. “Callie, I'm hard as steel and want to fuck you again. Right this minute, I wouldn't care if you told me the world is on fire, let alone that you quit both of your jobs. Baby, I didn't tell you to give up your jobs to control you. I genuinely think this is the best course of action going forward.”

  “Oh, okay,” I say. I'm glad that he wants me so much that he doesn’t care about anything else. It makes me feel wanted and sexy in a way I have never felt before.

  “Are you sore, baby?” he asks, and I remember how I reacted when he first called me that. I’m floored at how much my life has changed since I met him.

  “Answer me,” he says and lightly pinches my nipple.

  I yelp and he laughs. “I'm a little sore,” I admit.

  “I'm sorry,” he says. “I got a little carried away. I hope I didn't hurt you.” I see guilt in his eyes when he looks at me.

  “Are you kidding me? Hunter, you gave me the greatest orgasms of my life! I didn't know sex could be this passionate and hot.”

  He studies me, his brows raised. “Are you sure? We could try it a little gentler,” he says and strokes my clit again.

  I moan and arch against him. “Hunter cut the crap and put me out of my misery, your big tease. I very much liked what you did to me. If you can give me such powerful orgasms every day, I will have no problem being married to you.”

  He groans in mock astonishment. “Every day? I thought I was marrying a good girl, but now you tell me you want sex every day? Hmm, when will you have time to manage all those companies inherited from your grandfather?” I gasp when his fingers slide inside me. I’m so wet, his fingers slipped straight in, and then he begins to move them in and out of me. Anticipation and arousal build to fever pitch, but Hunter doesn't let me climax. He stops just before my orgasm, and I moan, disappointed.

  I shiver and bite my lip to make sure I don't beg him.

  He laughs and his eyes study me with such intensity I feel myself blushing.

  “You want to beg me to let you cum, don't you, baby?” he says his voice deep and sensual.

  “Oh, shut up and fuck me,” I grumble.

  My heart is racing a million miles per hour, slamming against my sternum and threatening to explode from my chest. I have never felt so excited, and Hunter's finger caressing my lower lip makes me even hotter.

  “You're so fucking beautiful,” he says.

>   His words make me feel sexy and wild, so I get down on my knees between his legs and take his cock in my hands.

  “You feel that, baby? It's hard just for you,”he says.

  His eyes widen slightly, and he tightens his fingers in my hair when I touch the tip with my tongue.

  Hunter has a long, thick cock, much larger than my two previous boyfriends had.

  I lower my head until I feel the strong, silky tip of his cock in the back of my throat.

  “Like that, Callie. It's perfect,” he says. His voice is almost a growl, filled with lust and need.

  I like his approval, and his reaction makes me feel powerful.

  His cock has a salty taste, and I feel his pulse in the large vein that runs along his cock. This feels intimate and passionate, so I cradle his balls and quicken my pace.

  “Stop, Callie,” he says between moans. “I love your enthusiasm, but I want to be inside you now.”

  I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head and then plant little kisses on his chest. I hadn’t had the time yesterday to explore him, but I love his hard body. His own arousal is evident in the way his breathing rises and falls and in the tension in his abs.

  I lick my lips, and his eyes darken with desire.

  “Lie down,” he says, and I obey him instantly.

  He plunges inside me in one swift move then stops and captures one nipple in his mouth.

  My pussy clenches around his cock with every suckle, making me wild with lust and need.

  His breathing is frantic, and he grabs my hips and thrusts inside until he is buried to the hilt.

  “You're perfect, Callie. Made for my cock,” he says, his voice husky with need.

  I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy, feverish with anticipation writhing in his hands.

  “Please, Hunter,” I beg him and whimper with need.

  He laughs. “Aren’t you a little needy today, Callie?” he asks, but I'm too far gone to respond him. I rock my hips against him, willing him to move faster, needing him like I never needed a man before.