Mr Hood

Chapter 27

* I decided to add one last part *

Epilogue

YOUR POV

* One month later *

As I worked at my desk, I started to wonder how Calum was getting on.

He had started to go golfing after Ashton had introduced it to him and explained it was such a calm sport it could help with his anger.

I'd convinced him further to try it out even though he'd scoffed and said it sounded positively boring.

The only way I'd convinced him was by promising shower sex if he tried it out one time.

I grinned mischievously to myself as I remembered that day and how he's literally jumped at the chance of shower sex.

So today, during his lunch hour he had gone to the golf course with Ashton and Luke.

I always loved watching him play golf, because he enjoyed it so much.

His eyes always sparkled and his smile was so bright.

He always became so animated during those games.

I was glad he was finally smiling more.

Granted, he only really smiled for me and I felt privileged to be the cause of his smiles.

I began to reminisce about the time he'd tried to teach me how to play.

It had ended in him fucking me against a tree.

I felt my cheeks heat as I recalled that day.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the dirty thoughts, and get back to work.

Just as I began to get back into the flow of things with my work, my office door opened.

It cracked loudly against the wall and I gasped, jumping as I looked up.

There, in the doorway stood my boyfriend.

His whole body took up the doorway.

His eyes had that gleam in them that made me tingle.

I licked my lips as I took in his frame.

His shirt clung tightly to his chest, making his abs more prominent.

His hair was wind blown and looking extremely fluffy.

It made me want to run my hands through it.

"W-what are you doing h-here?" I stuttered.

He smirked as he entered the room, kicking the door shut.

"The game finished early," he shrugged.

He stalked over to my desk, placing his hands flat on top.

He bent over the desk, his face coming inches from mine.

"And I was hungry," he grumbled.

His hand darted out, his thumb caressed my heated cheeks.

As I took in his body, I became weak at the knees.

He was wearing a dark pair of jeans, which fit very snugly against his ass.

And that shirt that was tight fitting, which he immediately pulled off, exposing his body.

His hard muscles were exposed and his biceps bulged as he gripped the edge of the desk.

The tattoos that covered his tanned skin were beautiful.

He was beautiful.

"I missed my girl," he growled.