Chapter 124 Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Chapter 124
Greer’s POV

I stood there for a moment, keys to the Mercedes in one hand, trophy in the other, breathing in the cool night air. I was just about to shut the front door when a familiar tall figure stepped out of the shadows. Calder. 

He looked powerful and composed in his dark suit, but his eyes burned with intensity as they locked onto mine. He stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air between us instantly thickened.

"Congratulations, Greer,” he said, his deep voice low and rough with pride. “You were incredible today.”
The trophy and keys slipped from my hands onto the nearby table as I moved toward him. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed him back against the closed door and straddled his thigh, my arms wrapping around his neck as our lips crashed together.

The kiss was hungry, deep, and more natural than it had ever felt before. No hesitation. No guilt at this moment. Just raw need. His hands immediately gripped my waist, pulling me harder against him as our tongues met. I moaned softly into his mouth, grinding against his thigh while my fingers tangled in his hair.

Calder groaned, his hands roaming over my body with possessive hunger. He caressed my back, my sides, then slid up to cup my breasts through my blouse. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them harden instantly. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my jaw and neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin.

"You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against my throat. “Watching you up there today… winning… It drove me crazy.” 

He loosened the buttons of my cream blouse with skilled fingers, pushing the fabric open. My bra was unclasped and pulled down in one smooth motion, freeing my breasts. Calder’s eyes darkened with lust as he leaned in. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly and deeply, his tongue circling the sensitive peak while his hand massaged the other breast, kneading it firmly, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

I gasped, arching into him, my head falling back. The sensation was electric, slow, deliberate suction mixed with the perfect pressure of his hand. He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast, sucking harder this time, grazing his teeth gently before soothing it with his tongue. His free hand slid down to grip my ass, pulling me tighter against his growing hardness.

"Calder…” I moaned, grinding against him, heat pooling between my legs. Every slow suck and firm massage sent sparks straight to my core. He was taking his time, worshiping my body like he had been starving for it.

He pulled back slightly, lips glistening, eyes locked on mine with raw desire. “You’re mine now,” he growled softly, before leaning in to kiss me again, deep and claiming, while his hands continued their delicious work on my breasts. 
Squeezing, caressing, and teasing until I was trembling against him.

The night was just beginning.

Calder’s growl against my lips sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me again, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried me through the apartment like I weighed nothing. His mouth never left mine. It was deep, claiming kisses that made my head spin. I could feel how hard he was, pressing against me with every step.

He set me down on the dining table, the wood cool beneath my thighs. In one swift motion, he pulled my blouse and bra completely off, tossing them aside. His hands were everywhere; cupping my breasts, sliding down my stomach, gripping my hips as he kissed me again. He trailed his lips lower, sucking and licking a path down my neck, between my breasts, until he took one nipple back into his mouth, slower this time, more deliberate.

I arched into him with a soft cry, my fingers threading through his hair. He lavished attention on my breasts until I was trembling, then dropped to his knees in front of the table. He looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes as he slowly removed my trousers and panties, leaving me completely bare before him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverently.

He spread my thighs wider and leaned in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs before his tongue finally found my center. I gasped sharply, my head falling back as he licked and sucked with unhurried passion. He took his time, savoring me, his strong hands holding my hips in place while his tongue circled my clit and dipped inside me. The pleasure built slowly, intensely, until I came hard against his mouth, moaning his name.

But Calder still wasn’t done.

He stood, shedding the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful body and thick, aching cock. He pulled me off the table and turned me around, bending me over it. He entered me from behind in one smooth, deep thrust, filling me completely. We both groaned at the sensation. He moved slowly at first, deep rolling thrusts that made me feel every inch of him. One hand reached around to play with my breasts while the other rubbed my clit in perfect rhythm.

We didn’t stay there long.

He pulled out, turned me to face him, and lifted me again, carrying me to the living room couch. He sat down and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock with a long moan. This time I rode him slowly, grinding deep, our bodies pressed together. He kissed me passionately, hands roaming my back, squeezing my ass, sucking on my breasts as I moved on him.

The pleasure built again, wave after wave. I came twice like that, once riding him, once when he flipped us so he was on top, thrusting deep and steady while staring into my eyes.

We moved through the apartment like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

He took me against the kitchen counter next, my legs wrapped around him as he drove into me with slow, powerful strokes. Then against the wall near the window, his strength held me up effortlessly while he kissed me breathless. We ended up in the bedroom, where he laid me down gently and made love to me with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

Hours passed in a haze of slow, passionate sex. Calder couldn’t seem to let me go. Every time I thought we were done, he would pull me close again, kissing me deeply, touching me like he was memorizing every curve. He worshiped my body; sucking on my breasts, caressing my thighs, burying himself inside me again and again with that same intense, unhurried rhythm.

By the time we finally collapsed together in the middle of the bed, sweaty and exhausted, I was trembling with overstimulation and deep satisfaction. Calder pulled me tightly against his chest, one arm locked around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered against my temple, voice rough and possessive. “Not tonight. Maybe not ever.”

I smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his chest as I nestled closer, completely wrapped up in him.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Desired. Loved in a way that didn’t ask me to hide.

The night belonged to us.