Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  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. 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 is always to know your opponent. Never take on someone who you could never win against.

  At this point, I was willing to bet everything to get her. Anything, as long as it wasn’t falling in love. 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, however times were changing and I needed to re-strategize if I wanted a chance with her. If I hadn’t known better, she had 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 worked.”

  “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 gasped, 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 goddamn pussy is too fucking used for my taste because I only want yours.”

  Her luscious, pink mouth opened. She shook her head before shutting it closed. “You're crazy!” She broke free of my arms and started to walk away, but I was right onto her. “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 then easily take that away from him and pretend as if nothing happened.” My thumb pulled the V of the shirt lower, pressing the first button so that it widened and separated.

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

  Stella tried to move away, but then 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 the 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 as we want. We could let it run its course.” This was stepping out of my comfort zone, however 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 not 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. For some reason, though, 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 pushing her thong to the side. Her back pressed against 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 the 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 had even considered 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 up and down on the top of my shaft. “I love this part of you. It’s so thick. I love the feeling of being stretched and g pried open.”

  Christ. The feeling of her tight pussy toying with my cock was marvelous. However the sight of her, pleasuring herself with me, was the ultimate sight to behold. It was a beauty I could watch until I died.

  “Fuck me, darling.” I was holding ground until it was my turn because Stella had yet to find out how well I could stretch her.

  Chapter 102

  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 was 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 t
o 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.

  Me: Tonight at six. Don’t be late. Please.

  Yeah, I added the please in the end. My need for her was getting out of control.

  Stella: Miss you too, lover.

  There was a wink after it, teasing me. She kept calling me lover. I wasn’t sure if I liked that nickname yet. It sounded so… impersonal.

  My schedule had a few meetings set up for me, but for the first time, I was distracted and kept checking my phone.

  This was definitely surprising. I had become, more or less, a bona fide Stella junkie.

  c

  At six-fifteen, with no Stella in sight, I was worried when I picked up and dialed her number. After the second ring, I heard a loud thud of the front door being closed.

  I was immediately on my feet, heading towards her. “You’re fifteen past.”

  She simply gave me an eye roll. “Hey, lover! How did your day go?” She rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaving tiny kisses all over my face. “Missed me?”

  Fucking hell to the yes I missed you. “Very much...” I groaned, cupping both of her ass cheeks. “Indeed.” Aroused, I nuzzled her neck as my hands slowly gripped her bottom to grind against my unmasked erection. “Grind your pussy. That’s it, love.” My hands moved with her motion and I was ready to feel her heat.

  I lifted her up while she clung onto me, grinding her hips while I was busy biting and pulling her nipple, driving her mad with frenzy. We finally got to the bar and I placed her on the high stool as I gripped the seam on the side of her skirt and tore it apart. The other side went in the same state.

  My cock couldn’t wait to slide into her hotness, but at the same time, seeing her going crazy without it was more satisfying.