Chapter Thirty
Olivia
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hen it’s over, Callan drops me on the bed and glares down at me, so I see we’re back to our old ways again. He tugs on his shirt, then tosses me my dress, all without saying a word.
Finally I manage to say, “Thanks.”
He frowns at me, like he’s confused by the word. “How often do we need to do that?”
“Every couple weeks, I think.”
“I can do that.” Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “But don’t think we’re dating or anything. This is just fucking.”
I stretch out on the bed, still naked and gleaming with sweat. His eyes can’t help but devour me. “Fine with me. I don’t want anything more from you. Not now. Not ever.”
“One more thing. No one can know about this, or it’s over.” He grabs my ass hard, kneading the cheeks with his fingers. I wonder i
