Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) Page 7

  Clive Barrington.

  The name alone brought bitter taste on my tongue. He lured Zara once and I wasn’t going to let him do the same thing with Stella.

  Two weeks.

  It took everything in me not to contact her because I was busy trying to convince myself that she was young, and thus needed to figure out her feelings for Derek. I was also constantly reminding myself that had her feelings changed; she was going to come to me. How wrong was I? Apparently, I was off by a long shot. “How many men have you had since me, Stella?”

  It was a crass question, but if she was prancing around town with Barrington, which could mean only one thing… that she got a healthy dose of exploration herself.

  “Enlighten me, Callum. How many have you had since me? Then you might just get what you’re demanding from me.”

  My nose flared. “What you witnessed, was the only time.” Not that I wasn’t interested it about sex because I surely was, the problem was the woman I had to do it with. The redhead was a test I had to go through, to convince myself that I wasn’t losing my manhood over a virgin who no longer wanted, or needed me. It was to show that I was in control.

  When things started heating up, I was grateful that I still had it in me, but all those monumental emotions eroded the second my gaze caught hers.

  Until then, I was convinced that Stella didn’t fancy me, but when she came to visit in my home, though her excuse was plausible, for some reason, my gut feeling was telling me that there was more to it, that Stella was lying about the real reason why she came to see me that night.

  When I came after her and along with that expected strained goodbye, I knew I should let her go and let her live her life, like how she planned it to be.

  It thought it then that was me being all magnanimous, because I was not one to back down when I was being challenged by a woman. In fact, I thrived on the chase…but then life handed me Stella von Berg, and now I know nothing will ever be the same again.

  Reluctant she may be, but I knew her body was responding to me. My problem now was how to grapple the situation without alarming her.

  But either way, I wasn’t leaving this office building without a successful result.

  So, here we were, having a staring throw down.

  Stormy gray eyes flashed at me. They were so clear, that the gold around her pupil burned brighter. “Don’t tell me you never had the urge before that night. I won’t believe you!” Stella threw accusingly at me. Her will to fight me was admirable, but a wise person should know the most important thing when going in for a fight, and that is always know your opponent. Never take on someone who you could never win over.

  At this point, I was willing to bet everything to get her. Anything, as long as it wasn’t falling in love.

  But apart from that one solid condition, everything else was on the table, and I was willing to negotiate. After Zara, I wasn’t willing to break my six-week relationship mantra. But times were changing and I needed to re-strategize if I wanted a chance with her. If I hadn’t known better, she possibly outsmarted me, because I was like an addict, always craving her.

  Had this happened to another woman, I could easily think that she had orchestrated to trap me efficiently, but this was Stella… still, I was somewhat skeptical and a tad bitter that she was making me break my well-oriented plans. “Oh, I had, trust me. But you…” I shook my head. “You’re a clever woman.” My forefinger reached out and traced the valley of her breasts, heatedly and repeatedly as our eyes sparred war with each other. “You left me wanting, Stella. It was the oldest trick in the book, but it still works.”

  “Trust me, it was never like that.” She licked her lips, quivering. Her pebbled nipples outlined her dress shirt. “We exchanged favors. What you’re dealing with now is your own business. It’s your problem, not mine.”

  Feisty, wasn’t she? I was seeing the real woman emerge amidst the calm poised façade she always portrayed, and I wanted it out.

  True, she was right. This was my problem, but now I was bringing this problem to the surface, thus making it our problem. “You tricked me. That's my fucking problem!” I blazed on, accusing.

  Stella gasp, looking offended. “Me? What have I done now?” she searched my eyes. “All because of sex? You’re blaming it all on me? If I recalled correctly, you were the one who kept seeking me out after we did it the first time. You brought it upon yourself.”

  How right she was, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.

  I gave her a cutting glance, before I responded to her. “You enticed me with your virgin pussy. Now every god damn pussy is too fucking used for my taste because I just want yours.”

  Her luscious pink mouth opened, shaking her head before shutting it close. “You're crazy!”

  She broke free of my arms and started to walk away, but I was right onto her hell. “You’re being childish.”

  I yanked her arm and pressed her to the closest thing available, the glass window. “You’ve been running enough, cowering like a scared little fool. You should know better than to offer a man your body, let him taste heaven and easily take that away from him and pretend as if nothing happened.” My thumb pulled the V of the shirt lower, pressuring the first button to widen and separate.

  She fumed while I kept touching her supple breasts. They were leaving light feathered caresses on her skin. “This fucking body is all I can think about.” When she tried to tap it away, I brazenly went further with my ministrations.

  Stella tried to move away. Something broke in me and I accidently popped a few of her shirt buttons, making them fly across the room, one after the other, leaving her chest unguarded and open to my perusal. “You don’t have to lie to me,” I murmured, noting her flushed cheeks and heavy pants she was making. “Be mine and I will be yours.”

  Surprise lit her eyes, wondering if she must have misheard me. “For six weeks?”

  “For as long we want. We could let it run its course.” This was stepping out of my comfort zone, but I was willing to risk it because she was driving me nuts.

  “Just you and me?” Stella cautiously asked.

  This ought to be an unsavory joke.

  “You fucking bet your life it’s just you and me! If that’s what you’re used to now, you better make a quick reform because I don’t share, not now, not ever!” I growled.

  “I won’t share you either. It was a question of assurance, not preference choice.” Stella softly cupped my cheek, surprising me. Her touch sent a deep buzz all the way into my groin. “I’ve missed you too, Cal.”

  Something about how she said those words…they simply left a deep panging ache inside my chest. I didn’t do any of these sentiments either. The only thing allowed was I need you and I want you. But for some reason, I held off in correcting her.

  I was too distracted with my reaction to her words that I didn’t realize that she was hiking her skirt up and pushed her thong on the side. Her back pressed on the tinted glass as she hooked her leg on my hip. She was biting her luscious bottom lip as she hastily unbuttoned my trousers, pushing everything down as she greedily sought my cock. I grunted out her name, rocking back on my heels as her hands slid up and down my length. “Stella.”

  “Condom?”

  Fuck. I didn’t have one. How in the world did I forget to bring one? Oh yeah, because I didn’t fancy shagging anyone after that incident two nights ago. “I didn’t bring one.”

  “Shit. Okay. I’m clean and I just started getting on a pill, but it won’t be effective until next week.” She looked at me squarely, eyes dilated with desire. “Are you safe?”

  I was. The last time I didn’t wear protection was with Zara, after her, this was the first time I was considering it. “I am, but maybe we should wait until tonight.” Was I mad? Maybe, but the thought of sex bareback was daunting. This thing with Stella was getting too complicated. Nothing in my book was being followed. What else was next?

  Stella looked aghast at my suggestion. “Fuck.
” She hissed as she directly guided my cock into her opening and slowly pressed down against it, purring. “You, Callum.” A deep grumble came from her as she slid in and out on the top of my shaft. “I love this part of you. It’s so thick. I love the feeling of being stretched and being pried open.”

  Christ. The feeling of her tight pussy toying with my cock was marvelous. But the sight of her, pleasuring herself with me, was a sight to behold. It was a beauty I could watch until I die. “Fuck me, darling.” I was holding ground until it was my turn, because Stella was yet to find out how well I could stretch her.

  Chapter 14

  Callum

  It didn’t take that long for her to have her first come on my shaft. It was my queue to take charge and claim her as mine.

  My plan was to take it slow, go down on her and gradually make my way from there, but her tiny humping stint made me throw all of that away.

  Hurriedly, I rolled her skirt up and ripped the scrap of hindrance that was blocking my way into her channel. “Turn around, hands on the glass, legs apart as far as you can stretch them.”

  Stella obeyed as I hastily dropped my pants and boxers to the floor. She barely parted her legs wide when I rammed my length inside, making her scream against the glass.

  The first thing I thought when I entered her was, this is Heaven. The second, her tight pussy is mine and I’m going to fuck it until I feel like I am blasting through space, blazing hot and ready to come to earth, but until then, I am going to own it.

  “Am I hurting you?” I murmured against her ear as my fingers bit into her ass and reared into her harder.

  She panted on the glass. “A little.”

  “I want to go all the way in, Stella, but your little pussy won’t let me,” I complained, yet I was already a few strokes from finishing. The more I pushed against her walls, the tighter she got. “I think it needs more cock.” My palm connected to her left butt cheek, making her yelp.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “I want more.”

  She was so sexy. I loved watching her calm façade melt away and this wanton woman emerge. “Who’s cock are you salivating for, Stella?”

  “Yours, Callum. The only one I know.” Her hands moved a little higher, putting more pressure down to hold her up. “It’s the only one I want.”

  It’s the only one I want. Those words took me deeper into the beautiful abyss as my orgasm peaked, about to spurt out of my dick.

  “Cal—don’t come inside me!” Stella screeched, halting me.

  “On your knees. NOW!” I watched as she knelt before me. Grey eyes dilated as she looked up, waiting for me to bless her with my seed.

  Stella had her mouth open, but the ropes of my essence landed on her cheek, the top of her lips, some on her tongue and some dripped on her neck. “Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than you covered with my cream.” A pleased grumble surfaced when Stella licked the remaining drop that sat atop my opening.

  “Then let me make it more memorable for you.” She grinned as she licked her lips, savoring my essence, before she let her finger scoop the remaining spots and sucked it clean. She then made a satisfied moan. “Your taste is sweet and unique. Just like the man himself, unforgettable.”

  I grinned, pulling her to her feet. “How in the world did I ever categorize you in the angelic department?”

  “I only get wicked with you, Callum.” She blushed, matching her rose pink lips.

  My nose touched her forehead and then I gave her lips a few chaste kisses. I wasn’t one to linger on this particular area. Quick kisses I could do; French kissing, not so much. “It’s a given that you’d only get wicked with me. Your full loyalty is expected; in and out of the bedroom.” My hands gently fixed her underwear before I lowered her skirt down. Our eyed didn’t meet until I somehow managed to pull her shirt together, which was unsalvageable. “Do you have an extra shirt?” I frowned. “I don’t want any men coming in here when you’re all exposed.”

  She rolled her eyes and ‘pft’ me. Cupping her breasts together, she shrugged, nonchalant. “It’s fine, nothing they haven’t seen before.”

  I burned, about to hit my limit. “What the bloody fuck!” I groaned as I tugged on my hair.

  When she started giggling, I gave her a death stare. It was a joke, surely? “Stella.”

  “Goodness, you’re extremely jealous, aren’t you?” She grinned, pretending to fix my tie and collar. “I’m going to have a ball with that temper of yours, Cal.” Gray eyes looked at me before going all serious and quiet. “So we’re really going to do this?” She swallowed and then licked her lips. “You and me?”

  She sounded vulnerable just then. Something tugged at me, urging me to hold her closer, to feel her warmth and her soft body against mine. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t hurt you. I didn’t want to do this, force myself upon you, but you must know… I want you and this need can’t be tampered down after a quick shag. I need more.” I paused, suddenly unsure where I was heading with this. With her. It was all too fast, but I knew I had to have her or I’d go mental. “I need you.”

  After my epic heartbreak, I never allowed myself to need anything or anyone. So for me to take immediate steps to open myself to need her was a big deal. That’s the thing though, I hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

  I pulled something out of my pocket and handed it to her.

  She slowly took it and then stared at in her palm, like it was strange. “I don’t need the key to your house. I’m not one of those women that expects things like that from a guy. I’m okay with what we had before.”

  She was, but I wasn’t. “I expect you to live with me most days. I want to come home to you, eat dinner together and share ghastly work stories.”

  “You sure?”

  I nodded, kissing the tip of her button nose. Yeah, this surely felt right. More than right. She felt perfect. “Positive.”

  “So, what time do you expect me for dinner, lover?” She raised her brow, teasing.

  “I’ll text you,” I murmured against her cheek, readying to leave. “I could cook, but I’m thinking of Chinese takeout, bottles of vintage wine and spending some time together. How does that sound?”

  “You’re like a dream, Cal.”

  Hell.

  Stella looked… as though she was hoping that this was going to turn out like a fairytale. I’d hate to prick her bubble, but I had to do it now.

  "Oh, one more thing, Stella. Don't fall for me." It was the only thing I wasn’t capable of providing. It was best to have everything on the table now before things got tricky and complicated later on.

  She looked taken aback at my bluntness. "What makes you think that I will?"

  Women were wired differently. Men didn’t relate sex and love in the same formation. Men could easily have as much sex all his life and never really know what love was because, really, falling in love wasn’t an easy thing. Men loved to control and possess the things around them. Love didn’t come with that option. One thing I knew, though, once a woman captured an impassioned man, she’d most likely have his love for the rest of his life. Whether he’d like it or not, it was bound to just fester there until he took note of it.

  "Women always do and I always walk away. So I wanted this to be sorted out beforehand because I don’t want to ruin a very good sexual relationship and amiable friendship due to some complicated emotion I’m not capable of providing." My eyes never left hers. She looked hurt, but she immediately recovered, masking it all with a bright smile.

  “Don’t worry because whenever I do choose to fall in love, it won’t be you, Cal.” She kissed my cheek, parting from me with a goodbye before she strode towards her desk. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

  Stella was dismissing me as she took a call from her ringing phone. Had her phone not interrupted us, I would’ve demanded her elaborate what that meant.

  Sighing, I strode out of there, but before I did, I stole a quick glance at Stella, smiling to whomever she w
as talking to. As long as she didn’t cheat, the rest wasn’t my business. Yet somehow, I ended up dwelling about the events that occurred in her office all afternoon.

  Later, out of the blue, I decided to text her. A part of me just wanted to and I couldn’t help it.

  Me: Dinner at six?

  Sent. It sounded nonchalant, good.

  Stella: Lovely.

  Lovely. One word.

  That’s it? After the afternoon we had? Women usually replied with a lengthy response, some even went through the lengths of what they’d do to me once they see me, but with Stella, all I got was one word.

  Me: Can’t stop thinking about you.

  This was uncharacteristic, but I did it anyway. Impulse was a fiend, but it was the truth. Stella hadn’t left my mind, not after I touched her and made her mine.

  Stella: Same goes for me, Cal. I’m already wishing the minutes away until I can jump on you.

  Oh, do tell, my wickedness urged on. There was nothing sexier to me than a woman who knew how to arouse a man through words. A man’s imagination was a powerful tool a woman could easily take over. With the right words, an erotic voice and a heavy dose of sass, men would fall at your feet.

  Me: I like where your thoughts are heading. Any more sexual preferences you care to try?

  Men were simple creatures. Good food, a healthy sex life, successful career and all would be well.

  Stella: You’re the Lord and Master. I’m just a shy, innocent woman who’s more than willing to be ravished.

  She had yet to learn what pleased me, and I her. For some reason, I sure was looking forward to being with her, waking up to her every morning next to me and coming home to her at night. With her, everything seemed incredibly vibrant. Like there was more to life than partying, fucking and making more money. It was sad in some ways, but I wanted that feeling she gave me when she was around.

  From inside my trousers, I could feel my cock responding to the erotic images in my head. It was only two hours ago when I’d had her, but I was ready for a couple more rounds and another few tonight, if she was brave enough to let me conquer her.