Page 72 of The Other Side

I feel her body go rigid under me. Her fingers curl into her palms against the desk. But just as her anger ravels, my fury coils in tandem.

We’re at a stalemate. Neither one of us ready to toss the white flag on the floor.

“Just like your dad, huh?” I taunt, setting my jaw at her ear. “I guess you miss getting those orders barked at you.”

Callie’s head jerks to the side, her back shoving into my chest. “Shut up,” she grits.

“No, you shut up, Cal.” I nudge my torso into her back, firmly planting my hands on the desk so she has nowhere to go. “I told you to text him, and that’s what you’re gonna do.” My head shakes with conviction. “Not because of your little daddy issues, but because that’s the difference between Jesse and me.”

“What is?” she whispers harshly.

My mouth brushes her cheekbone tenderly. The mood transforms instantly, and my posture slacks against her. “I’m worthy of obeying.”

She exhales, feeding off my relaxed demeanor. Like a damn bee collecting pollen.

Then her fingers tap the phone screen. And as soon as she types a message to Jesse, I spank her again.

She moans as she shifts forward with the force of my hand. Her head ducks before lifting to complete her text, several muffled whimpers pouring from her as she does.

Rage bubbles in my chest when she taps the last few letters. Her shaky digits harden my cock at the same time, and once she sends the text off, I strike her ass cheek one last time.

“Fuck,” she whines, breaths spiraling from her.

“Turn around,” I say, lifting off her.

Her fingers slide a loose tendril of hair from her eye. She manages her breathing just as I work my belt open, and I think she’s going to tell me to fuck off. I think she’s going to tell me this is all officially over.

I expect her to call my bluff, but she doesn’t.

She fucking turns and sinks to her knees.

Peering up at me through her lashes, her elegant fingers greet my buckle. I drop my hands at my sides, teeth grinding as I watch her undress me. A shiver ripples down the length of my spine, metal clanking as she unloops the leather strap.

She undoes my button and zipper, resting her left hand on my lower abs. The solitaire band of her ring threatens my concentration, but I spring my hard dick free as I seize her palm in mine.

A breath leaks from her when I wrap her left hand around my cock. My eyes stitch to hers, and I stealthily guide her to pump me. “Little parting gift you can take with you.”

She’s looking up at me, too stunned to utter a single word.

I lift her hand, swiftly dragging the diamond off her finger with my lips. My mouth tosses the jewelry on the floor, only for me to collect her long hair in my hands.

A shudder wracks through her as my fingers graze the back of her neck. I scoop her tendrils into a loose fist, her pouty mouth inching closer to my cock.

Just waiting to be fed.

I stroke myself in my free palm, lightly tugging on her hair in my other. “No, no,” I taunt, “you don’t get a taste. You’re gonna watch.”

She slips her tongue out, slowly wetting her lips. She lifts the hem of my shirt, and the ripples of my lower abs are revealed. Only for her mouth to plant a couple featherlight pecks there.

My skin erupts in flames, and her gaze drops to the head of my dick when I squeeze it. A pressure simmers in my balls, prepared to burst any fucking minute with the way she caresses me with her eyes.

I fist her hair, angling her chin up as I pump myself. Her throat bobs, her eyes expanding with yearning as my lips part.

I drop her hair so the pad of my thumb can toy with her bottom lip. She opens her mouth, and I’m already shoving two fingers inside her velvet warmth.

Her dainty fingers curl around my palm before she teasingly sucks my digits. My head kicks back on a hiss, brows weaving in ecstasy as she lathers me. “God, when I get you back, that perfect, little pussy is gonna be so sore, Cal,” I breathe. My dick stirs through frayed control, and I cradle her chin in my wet fingers. “And you’re just gonna have to take it.”

She moans when our eyes meet, the vibration snapping my last strand of reserve. My fingers rip from her chin, nudging her jaw away before a whimper slips from her.