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You watched him from the door way, his tan tall frame leaning into his dark oak mahogany desk as he spit words of fury into the phone receiver; his jaw tensed, his nose flared, his chocolate brown eyes burning into his laptop screen as he pays attention to whatever someone is saying on the other line as his brown orbs keep on floating along the MacBook screen in front of him.
The way the palm of his hand slams down on his desk makes a chill run down your spine as he grips the middle of his nose and begins to spew Italian into the phone, causing the ache between your thighs to grow as he speaks fluently in the phone.
"Io lo ucciderò, ho bisogno dei miei dannati soldi, dì a Michael di gestire questa situazione!" ("I will fucking kill him, I need my damn money tell Michael to handle this!) Calum barks into his phone, his jaw clenching before you see him slam his laptop shut.
The feel of lace on your hips have you remembering why you came into Calum's office in the first place. It has been days since Calum made you climax so hard that you saw stars and you really needed it right now, after cleaning the house the whole entire day while Calum was stuck in his office with the door shut and locked you totally deserved something today for being so patient and not bothering him like you normally would.
And with the help of Calum's favourite lingrie set that he bought for you, you think it will do just the trick. The cherry red lace panties rested comfortably against your hips as the push up bra gave your chest such good definitation that you were sure that Calum would be putty in your hands for sure. And to top it off, the beautiful silk cream robe that Calum got for you from France made the outfit look even sexier.
"Calum," You sing-song into the air while pushing yourself off of the frame and taking steps towards Calum as he huffs into the phone. "Baby." You whine, running your fingertips along Calum's broad shoulders, his body immediately relaxing into your touch as you lean down and begin to pepper kisses on the nape of his neck, the smell of his Calvin Klein cologne wrafting your senses.
"Cal, baby," You whisper into his ear, running your tongue on his lobe before blowing on it and you listen to the way Calum stutters over his words before you peel your hands from his shoulders and begin to scratch his neck, knowing that this would have the most affect on Calum.
"Baby," You whine pressing soft pecks against his side burns, his hair tickling your ear as the tips of your fingers wrap around Calum's throat gently before you let a sigh leave your lips.
Skimming your hands down Calum's body, his soft dress shirt running along the palms of your hands as you finally feel the roughness of his slacks slide through your fingertips before you begin to palm Calum in your hand. "Baby you've been working all day." You pout while continuing to rub Calum's cock. "Y/N I'm trying to work here." Calum breathes out when pulling his phone away from his ear, making you roll your eyes at him before leaning down and contining to press kisses down his neck.
"Baby," You cry once more before you feel Calum shift around in your grasp, making you tear your hands away from Calum's growing member and place them on your hips.
You watch as Calum stuffs his hand into the pockets of his Armanidress pants and peel his wallet out, his fingers tugging the black flaps of the wallet open before taking out his debit card and setting it down on the corner of his desk before turning towards you silghtly.
"Go out and buy something, I'm busy." Calum states before turning towards his laptop once again before shaking his head in exhaustion.
"It's twelve o'clock Cal, the mall is closed." You say with aggravation while looking at his curly head of hair shake around while he continues to talk into the phone, ignoring you.
