I exhale shakily. “Well then, no flirting. No kissing. Especially at the office.”

His hands clench convulsively on my hips as if he has no intention of letting me escape.

My body is sort of leaning on his, my arms sort of twisted around his neck as I tip my head up and look into his eyes. “If we have sex again, it’d just be to work each other out of our systems. Only tonight. Monday is Monday and nothing happened. Nothing,” I say.

A dark, fierce look appears in his eyes. “It’s not Monday yet.”

“I want you,” he says, cupping my face, kissing me deeper.

I glance at the condom basket tucked under my nightstand. “As you can see, I’m very prepared. Condoms. A lifetime supply.”

He shakes his head, tsking as he brushes my hair behind my face. “That’s not a lifetime supply, Olivia.”

“Well . . .” I flush. He walks us to the bed and lays me down on it, his slacks half unzipped, his chest bare and glorious.

“I’ve never had an orgasm with a guy until you,” I admit.

He lifts his brows, his smile fading as he eases back to look at me. “Are you serious?”

“I’m always serious. Are you calling me a liar? Why do you look so shocked? I’m not a virgin—you didn’t get to pop my cherry.”

He’s just staring at me.

He smiles again, then his eyes turn smoldering and his smile fades as he looks at me. This raw look crosses his eyes before he leans over and takes my mouth, softly, so softly.

“Oh god, that feels good.” I throw my neck back and run my fingers over his bare chest as he tugs my top upward.

He pulls it over my head. I grab his hair as his lips run down my neck.

“Callan,” I breathe. I arch my back.

He strokes his hand down my bare torso and abdomen. “I like that,” he says. He looks at my mouth for a whole minute, then his hand cups my jaw. His eyes are a mixture of hunger, amusement, and tenderness. He leans over and kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth slowly this time, as if I’m irresistible. Meant to be savored.

He unfastens my bra and tugs it off, then rubs the hard point of my nipple with his thumb. I run my fingers down his abs.

Callan is the kind of guy who has perfect genetics, who is muscled naturally, athletic and gifted and gorgeous.

I can feel every one of those muscles under my fingertips right now as I head for his cock.

He groans when I slip my fingers into his slacks and find him hot, so hard against his boxers.

I rub a little, loving when he groans again.

And he kisses me.

He eases his hand into his boxers and pulls out his cock and rubs it against my thigh with a greedy thrust.

Shit! I’m so ready I’m trembling—literally trembling from the heat in my body and the cool air in the room. He pushes his slacks down and then is naked.

“Ohhhhh,” I groan, and as a reward, he tongues me.

I drag my bare feet up the back of his calves.

I inhale sharply when he tugs my skirt up my thighs. His fingers edge into my inner thigh, sure and determined.

I rock my hips as his fingertip teases me through my panties.

He’s a living, breathing candy and right now he’s all for me.

He starts kissing my lips again as he eases his fingers into my panties and starts rubbing my folds. I don’t know how to feel, how to react, my world is spinning a thousand miles a minute, there is no bed beneath me, nothing but my arms around his neck, clenching, and his hot mouth, and his expert touch.

His strong hands circle my waist and lift me to sit up on the bed. He tugs my panties off along with my skirt. Says, “I think I should get in here and look for some freckles.”

He turns me slightly to look at the back of my shoulders.

The touch of his fingertips against my bare skin feels like the most divine thing in the world. He bends his dark head and takes the back of my neck in his mouth, suckling gently. My body arcs and twists in pleasure. “This is my favorite one,” he says as he shifts me slowly around and takes my breast in his mouth. “And this one.” He’s got me fully facing him now as he takes my other nipple and sucks it even harder.

God, I might not survive tonight but I’ll die having an orgasm. Sex has never been like this. I’ve never been mindless for it—for a guy. For him. I spread my legs open to make room for him and clutch his hair and twine my legs around him.

“Please,” I beg.

His voice is thick with desire too. “Olivia, did you mean what you said? No man has ever made you come before?”

Please god, make Callan stop saying the word come.

I struggle with the wave of desire surging through me and arch up against him. “I meant it at the time but that’s not the case anymore.”

His eyes shine tenderly as he thumbs back a loose strand of hair behind my forehead. “I want to do more things to you. Make you writhe all night. Make you come for all the times a man has touched you and you haven’t.”

“Okay. Challenge accepted,” I pant. “There’ve been like a hundred men.”

“A hundred men?” he repeats, smiling because he knows I’m just being greedy.

I bob my head up and down and bite my lip.

His eyes remain heavy, but his lips curl into a sensual smile as he crawls up to me. “Liar, liar, your tongue’s on fire.” He licks his tongue into my mouth and slips his hand between my legs.

Bolts of heat shoot from his fingertips slickly caressing my folds and up my whole body. Through the haze of desire coming over me, I absently realize that he’s got the best hands in the world and smells the best, feels the best, tastes the best. I’ve never felt like this.