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"Halt your steps, Orla," Callan stated calmly as soon as they walked right into their bedroom. f**k whatever nonsense he had said about not wanting her in the past, he wanted her now and he'd have her.
Though his voice was calm, Orla could easily pick the authority in his tone and without hesitation, she stopped. Her hands trembled in her back, anticipating what Callan was about to do to her.
He took off his blazer, and his shirt followed. He was half naked in front of her, causing her to swallow hard, admiring his perfect manly figure.
With swift gaits like that of a Panther, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up
