Callan POV
Today was worse than yesterday. Now I had finally found where that scent was coming from, and seen the face of the angelic voice I had heard, I was finding it even harder to concentrate. All I could picture was Ayla’s round and plump breast dripping with sweat and picture myself getting lost in her skin. I imagine her lips pressing against mine, and I keep replaying the way it sounded when she said my name, it was so sexy the way it sounded rolling off her tongue, so alluring and s****l. Usually, I struggle to leave the office or the work site. I let myself get lost in my work, but today, right now, I'm ecstatic to be leaving. Because I know when I return home, she will be there, I will get to see her sweet face and hear her euphoric voice. Today the minutes have painfully drag
