26. Callie

“We had a deal!” Kane roars, and I had never heard his voice reach that level. It was the same with Sawyer, I had never heard him yell and now they were both seconds away from a fight in the middle of the hallway.

“A deal you screwed me over on,” Sawyer snarled. “I never thought there would be a day when my father was right, but here we are. I should have known better than to trust a Lewis. All you care about is money.”

“Are you shitting me? Your company is dog water, and you just couldn’t wait to milk me dry; you had to go and sell the only thing you had left. I hope the money was fucking worth it! I knew your father’s cutthroat business ways were too good for you to pass up!” Kane’s shoulders were heaving. “You only care about the money, just like dear old dad! How much did PRISM pay you, huh?”

Sawyer’s fist collided with Kane’s face so hard that Kane stumbled backward with a cry. One shoe caught on the rough carpet and he stumbled. He would have hit the floor had Liam not darted forward to catch him.

“Sawyer, please?—.”

“Don’t,” Sawyer snapped, shaking the hand he used to punch Kane. “Don’t you dare.”

Liam had enough sense to start dragging Kane away, wrestling with him to get him into the elevator and away from the fight. They were tearing themselves apart, all looking for a traitor and none of them were looking in the right place. None of them were looking at me.

A wave of cramps stabbed through my abdomen, and I swallowed hard around the growing lump in my throat. This was going to end terribly, I could already tell.

I had to come clean before anyone else took the heat for my actions.

“Sawyer?” I approached him slowly, the truth balancing on the tip of my tongue.

His attention snapped to me, and his eyes were so filled with anger that they took my breath away. Would that anger cause him to lash out at me when I told him the truth?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sawyer snapped. “Didn’t I tell you to take a couple of days?”

“You did,” I nodded shakily. “But I came back because… well, with everything that’s happening, I couldn’t just let you all tear yourself apart like this.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes sharply and stalked back into his office. I followed, closing the door behind us to give us some privacy.

“Is there a chance you could have it wrong?” I asked, turning to face him.

Sawyer’s mouth collided with mine in an instant. His teeth dragged against my lower lip, biting hard enough that pain flashed through my lip. When his tongue followed, soothing the bite, all thoughts of pain faded from my mind. Until he wound his hand into my hair and gripped the strands with his fist. Hot pain flashed through my scalp, and I gasped, which gave his tongue easy access to my mouth. He kisses me hard and deep, using the grip on my hair to pull me close against his body.

The heat radiating off him was intoxicating and all thought of coming clean faded from my mind. I’d tasted Kane. I’d had Liam. Now, it was Sawyer’s turn.

A last hurrah.

I told myself I would tell him the truth later, but that thought melted within the heat building inside me. A fire raged in my chest while my heart fluttered. Warmth swept south and beaded almost painfully between my thighs. My core throbbed, and a powerful pull of want crashed through me.

Sawyer’s backside bumped against the table. Only then did he break the kiss with another sharp bite of my lower lip. Pain flared, so I curled my lips into my mouth to soothe the bite with my own tongue. Sawyer’s eyes were so dark that I was losing myself in them, like drowning in a bottomless lake with only moonlight to guide me.

He placed one heavy hand on my shoulder and I immediately sank to his knees. Saliva burst across my tongue, forcing me to swallow audibly, and a soft grunt escaped Sawyer.

“I told you to go home and you didn’t listen. Seems no one can take a fucking order, can they?”

“I can,” I gasped, placing my hands on his strong thighs. His muscle flexed underneath my palm and when he unzipped his pants, his hard cock was free within seconds. “I just couldn’t leave you like this.”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “I don’t want excuses. Open your fucking mouth.”

Never had I been spoken to like this before. Never had Sawyer been so heated or forceful and it was turning me on so hard that I ached to touch myself. The pressure building in my core was mind-numbing and pressing my thighs together wasn’t enough to satisfy the throb. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be fucked.

I wanted him to use me to work out his feelings one last time and then I would tell him the truth.

Part of me wanted him to punish me. As if his actions could do anything at all to soothe my guilt.

So, I opened my mouth, and Sawyer fed me his cock in one smooth thrust. His musk filled my senses and my eyelids fluttered while he pressed himself as deep as he could reach. Both hands ended up in my hair, dragging my mouth over his cock until the velvet head hit the back of my throat.

I gagged immediately but he didn’t pull back, not at first. Sawyer held himself there for a long moment, then he slid backward and allowed me a gasp of air. His rhythm became punishing. I clutched at his thigh with one hand and wrapped my other around his cock, stroking what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

His hips punched forward, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat with every thrust. Tears flooded my eyes but I couldn’t look away from him as he stared down at me. Just his gaze was enough to pin me in place, and I couldn’t look away. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as eagerly as I could but it was difficult to find rhythm in the power behind his thrusts. He fucked my mouth with purpose and soon, my hand wasn’t needed.

His entire cock was down my throat and my gagging seemed only to turn him on further. Sawyer held himself there until my throat started to burn, and my need for air became too great. I pushed at his thighs and he pulled himself back immediately, leaving me gasping for breath.

The denial of air and then the rush of oxygen were exhilarating, and despite the lightheadedness, my core throbbed with need. I wanted him desperately.

“Sawyer,” I croaked.

Using the grip he had on my hair, he hauled me upward and our mouths clashed together. It would have been a fight if not for the fact I was completely and utterly willing to give him control. I hungered for him more than I ever had before.

His tongue slid alongside mine, mixing with the taste his pre-cum left on my tongue. The kiss broke, and Sawyer shoved me down onto his desk, causing the metal legs to squeak in complaint. Pens and stationery scattered across the desk as I shoved them out of the way. Sawyer pulled my skirt up and shoved my panties down with the same movement. My heart pounded, sweat caused my clothes to stick to my skin and my core screamed for attention.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Sawyer growled. His cock entered me swiftly and a needy, desperate moan slipped past my lips.

“Please,” I gasped, curling my fingers against the glass. “I need you!”

Sawyer started to fuck me hard and fast with both hands holding my waist. A few loud moans later and he leaned over and pressed one hand over my mouth. My moans became whimpers and gasps against his fingers, forced to be silent despite the pleasure crashing over me from every single thrust. The angle was just right; the height of the desk had my backside arching up slightly and his cock was hitting all the right sweet spots inside me.

Sawyer’s other hand remained at the small of my back, keeping me flat on the desk even as he pounded into me. Fast and hard, then deep and slow; there was no rhythm to his pace, so I couldn’t anticipate what he would do next. It kept me balanced on the edge constantly. Then his fingers slid into my mouth and I suckled on them instinctively.

Sawyer grunted above me, and his thrusts became a blur of power. Then, with a cry that sounded like it punched out of him, he came. Heat flooded inside me, warming my well-fucked muscles, and I continued to suckle on his fingers. Sawyer kept fucking me through every pull of his own orgasm until my own crested. I came with a muted scream, trembling all over as finally my desire was reached.

When Sawyer pulled his soft cock from my pussy, it was like a switch had flipped. His touches were gentle as he helped me up, tucked hair behind my ear, and then cupped my face.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, still panting, and dragged my tongue over the bite on my lip. “I’m amazing.”

“Are you sure?” While there was still anger held in his eyes, there was gentle concern, too.

I lightly grasped his wrist and nodded against his palm. “I promise.”

“You need to go home. Rest.”

“I can stay here with you.” Reality was creeping back as we redressed and the truth had to come out. “There’s actually something?—.”

“No, Callie.” Sawyer zipped up his pants then cupped my face once more. “I need you to leave. I need to call the lawyers and get ahead of this before Kane screws me further.”

“But—”

“No. You’re only a distraction right now—a beautiful one, but please, I need to know you are resting. You fainted, and you shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t even have…” He trailed off and eyed me.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I frowned. “Shouldn’t have what, fucked me? It”s a bit late to start regretting it.”

“Hey,” Sawyer scolded sharply. “I do not regret it. But I need you to listen to me. Go home. Rest. I need to focus on this.”

I wanted to speak, to tell him the truth and end this once and for all but the words caught in my throat. Why? Why wouldn’t I just tell him the truth? The desire to talk must have been all over my face because Sawyer pointed at me when he reached the other side of his desk.

“No. Go home.”

Home was the last place I wanted to go, but I followed his request if only so he would stop scolding me. It was hot, in its own way, but as the post-orgasm high started to fade, I knew I was only clinging to that as a distraction. Using the sex to buy me more time with men who would detest me the moment they learned the truth.

I made it down to the lobby and then I stopped. I couldn’t run from this. I knew that. I was being a coward.

But I was scared—scared of what would happen to me when I confessed. Could I handle looking into eyes that held such love for me and watching as they changed to cold, hard anger?

I debated with myself for over an hour, lingering in the lobby as the afternoon grew dark and people’s shifts ended. Crowds would pass me by, either saying hi or too lost in conversation about Sawyer’s explosive argument to notice.

Just as I reached a decision and reasoned that enough time had passed for Sawyer to be calmer, my phone rang. Bianca’s name flashed up on the screen, and I debated answering. I would need her help afterward, though, so I decided to answer.

“Hey Bianca. You’ll never guess what?—.”

“Callie!” Bianca sobbed, ending my thought trail.

“Bianca? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“It’s awful,” Bianca sobbed brokenly. “It’s all gone to shit!”