All Chapters of CALL GIRL #1: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

George pushed himself inside me slowly, so slowly that I felt the stretching of all my muscles as every inch of him found its home. Each stroke was deeper than the last, long and sweet, deliciously erotic. His heavy breath in my ear was seductive, and I don’t remember ever feeling this way.Like right now, in this moment, it was just me and him and the love that was finally out in the open.Like everything was perfect.“George.” His name was a desperate plea from my lips as I felt the orgasm inside, coiling and sculpting deep in my belly, sending red-hot shoots of pleasure out.“Easy, baby.” He kissed my neck, lingering on my pulse point.“Please… I need…”He pushed right into me, hitting the right spot, and pulled back out. He did this again, still slowly, still gently, still with a remarkab

"I am so mad at you right now that I don’t even know what to say.” I knocked his hand from me and walked into the bedroom, letting the door slam behind me.The bedroom.Our bedroom.I kicked off my shoes and left my clothes in a heap before climbing into bed.Our bed.Huh.***A mug of coffee was waiting on the nightstand when I woke up. I stole a look at the clock on George’s side, blinking when it read eight thirty p.m. I had slept all afternoon?Damn jet lag.I inhaled the rich scent of the coffee before taking my first sip. It was still piping hot, and my eyes flit to the open bedroom door. I couldn’t hear anything—no television, no music, no low rumble of his voice.I placed the cup back on the side and grabbed some shorts and a tank from the closet. Seeing my clothes nex

“Is it wrong that the thought of you head to toe in black leather is turning me the fuck on right now?” “That’s awfully stereotypical of you, Mr. Stone. I didn’t always wear leather. Sometimes I didn’t wear anything at all.” “Gina,” he growled in the bottom of his throat, the huskiness of it hitting me square between the legs. “Can I see?” I dropped my gaze to his pants and the bulge there. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “I’m not planning on laying you on a bed and whipping your ass or asking you to do it to me. I’m just…curious.” “Curious? About whips and chains and kink?” “Chains?” “They do the same job as your tie, but I much prefer the tie.” I grinned sexily and took his hand in mine. “Come on.” I grabbed my keys and pulled him through to the back of the house. My key clicked in the lock, and we entered a small hallway. “Which side first? The normal room or the kink room?” “I’ve seen your bedroom, sweetheart. I don’t nee

“I’m still amazed you’re up.”“Shut up.” I stepped to the side and let him in. “Coffee?”“Tea, thanks. You can keep your bloody coffee.” He hanged his jacket on the hooks in the hall and followed me into the kitchen, looking around. “I see you’ve added some femininity to this place.”“Believe me, it was by force,” I replied dryly and handed him his tea. “Here.”“Thanks. Did you tell him yet?”I shook my head and led him into the front room. I sunk onto the sofa and tucked my legs beneath me. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, hey, baby, I forgot to tell you that your conniving, gold-digging bitch-whore of an ex-wife dropped by my place three weeks ago and threatened me unless I pay her two and a half million’?”“It pretty much

The door closed again, and I sunk to the floor. I let the pressure run free, and a sob escaped my lips.Yet again, there was a part of me inside that was broken. But this time, I had only myself to blame.******* ******The mattress dipped next to me, and I curled myself tighter into a ball. My hands fist the sheets covering me, and I screwed my eyes shut. Uncertainty was all I felt, when all I wanted to feel was—His arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his hard body.George buried his face in my neck as he held me close to him. His chest rose and fell, and I could feel the pounding of his heart against my back. He slipped his knee between my legs and kissed my shoulder.“What are you doing?” I whispered, my words thick with unshed tears.“I’m holding you, baby. What else do you think I&rsquo