In truth, he’s the gold digger. We have proof. I’m guessing he found out about my relationship with Donny and thinks he can make money by threatening to expose Rory, me, and the rest of us.
He can think again.
We took care of him once, and we’ll do it again if need be.
Man, I wish I were as strong as those thoughts…
“Callie?”
I jerk toward Donny’s voice. “Yeah?”
“You okay? You got a…weird look in your eye for a minute.”
I force a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Good,” he says, “because I’m going to take care of you now.”
Chapter Five
Donny
Callie’s low ponytail is sagging, and strands of her brown hair have come loose. Her amber eyes are on fire, though, and I know I can pull two or three orgasms out of her easy.
I didn’t get to prove that she isn’t “one and done” while we were in Aspen because Dale called about Dad.
I’ll prove it to her now.
I lift her in my arms and set her on the edge of my desk. Then I spread her legs. Most guys I know won’t go down on a woman after they come inside her. Me? I take every opportunity to go down on a woman. Usually I’m wearing a condom, though, so the semen-in-pussy thing isn’t a problem.
With Callie, I don’t care. I want her to come, and going down on her will make that happen.
She’s beautiful—swollen, pink, and wet. I flick my tongue over her clit and shove a finger into her. I don’t have to get her ready. She’s already there.
She gasps at the intrusion, and I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks pink, her lips parted just a touch. I want desperately to move upward and kiss her—that’s how beautiful her pink lips are at this moment.
But not before she comes.
And comes again.
I swirl my tongue over her clit again before clamping my lips around it and gently sucking. I find her spongy G-spot, add a second finger, and then do the patented Donny Steel scissor finger move while tugging just so on her clit.
Each woman is different. Some are very sensitive to clitoral stimulation. Some need a damned bulldozer.
Callie is perfect.
She takes just enough pressure, doesn’t make me work too hard.
And I’d gladly work harder than ever to please her.
She moans above me, threads the fingers of one hand through my hair as I lick and probe her.
Then—
“Yes, Donny, yes!”
She clamps around my fingers, releasing. I ease up on her clit, licking it softly now, just enough to keep her going.
She moans again, and when I look up at her gorgeous face, her teeth are clamped down on her lip.
She’s trying not to shriek.
We are in the office, after all.
One and done? Let’s see about that. When her spasms slow, I begin again.
But—
My phone. My fucking phone is buzzing. Callie’s eyes shoot open.
I withdraw my fingers. “I’m sorry. It could be about Dad.”
“I know.” She cups my cheek. “It’s okay.”
As hot as I was a second before, my body is now cold as ice. Still naked, I reach for the phone on my desk. It’s Dale. Damn.
“Yeah?” I say into the phone.
“It’s me, Don.”
“I know. Is Dad okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. He’s fine. I just talked to Diana. That’s not why I’m calling.”
“For Christ’s sake, I’m in the middle of…lunch.”
“Since when do you care if I interrupt your lunch? I purposefully called so I wouldn’t interfere with your work.”
I heave a sigh. “Never mind. It’s all good. What’s up? I thought you had a tasting luncheon today.”
“I do, but Ashley’s handling it for me. I wanted to get the scoop on the Murphy thing. Did the papers get served?”
“Yeah. He’s not happy.”
“I never labored under the delusion that he would be.”
“I’m doing some research into whether the state will reimburse him for lost income. An eminent domain kind of thing.”
“And if they won’t?”
“They will,” I say.
“Meaning…?”
“You know what I mean.” I stay coy as Callie’s listening intently.
“You mean we’ll take care of it.”
“Bingo.”
A pause. Then, “Agreed. We need to clean up our messes.”
“True story,” I say before ending the call.
And then I wonder at my own words.
This is our mess. The fake gas leak. The thing that’s making my stomach do somersaults and my conscience feel like shit.
But what of the rest? The messes our parents may have left for us?
Who will clean those up?
I know the answer.
The only ones who can.
We will.
Chapter Six
Callie
Donny throws his phone back down on the desk. “Now…where were we?”
But my orgasm has ceased, and for now, I’m done. I love Donny Steel, but he won’t get another climax out of me for at least an hour, and—I eye his cock—he’s far from ready to screw me over his desk again.
That phone call turned him nearly flaccid.
“Donny…”
“Yeah?”
“It’s okay. I’m done.”
He opens his mouth—presumably to argue the point—but then closes it. After a pause, “All right. But I’m going to prove you’re multiply orgasmic eventually.”
“Not in the next hour, you’re not.”
“Fair enough.” He walks behind his desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out a box of tissues, handing them to me. “Not a warm washcloth, but it’s all I have here.”
“It’s fine.” I take a few tissues and discreetly take care of myself before tossing them into his wastebasket. Then I grab my bra and panties and begin to dress.
Donny is busy pulling on his boxer briefs and slacks, when his phone buzzes again. He visibly tenses up, and a subtle shudder racks through him.
I get it. Each call could be something about his dad.
“Yeah?” he says.
Pause.
“I’m on it.” He ends the call and tosses the phone back onto his desk.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Nothing important.”
“So your dad’s okay?”
“Yeah. As far as I know. I should check in with Mom.”
I finish dressing. “I understand. Do you have anything for me to do?”
He shakes his head. “Go ahead and take your lunch break.”
I nod. Whatever’s going on, he’s not going to share it with me. I won’t pry.
Seems I think that a lot lately.
Would I be more prone to prying if I didn’t have my own shit to deal with? I don’t know the answer.
Once dressed, I walk out of Donny’s office and hightail it to the ladies’ room to make sure I don’t look like I’ve just been ravaged. A quick fix of my hair and lip gloss, and I look like a normal person again.