Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Perfect View Of Your Ass

Brianna

How many times can a person have sex before it becomes detrimental to the person's body? With only two days between us, Callan made sure to push that limit well beyond what you would think you could handle in two days' span of time. He left this morning back to Port Harcourt and every part of my body feels empty already, my chest where my heart was deflated from his absence, my mouth from his unforgiving tongue and dick and my pusty for all the same reasons. My skin feels colder without his hot flesh pressed against me and my bed sheets feel abandoned with only my small frame between them. I spent the whole day locked away in a room with Callan Harold, we shut out the outside world and focused solely on each other and also each other's bodies.

Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of him and how he strokes his dick into me sensually, teasing my every never ending with his contradicting stimulation. Pinching my nipples, stroking into my pussy and kissing softly over my neck. I closed my eyes and I saw how his muscles flex when he is pinning me against the bed, the walls, the shower and every other surface he managed to have me on. I loved the way he loses control of himself and fúcks me wildly with need, he bites his lips and shut his eyes. He throws his head back and he grunts in the sexiest way. His gruff voice always gets to me, he presses it to my ear and whispers naughty things to me. Sometimes, he praises me, other times he gives orders. The sounds of breathy moans, his deep rumbling groans and our skins slapping with fast thrusts and connecting flesh, headboards bumping walls and making a thudding sounds. I kept picturing all of it.

It is not just that I like him though, between all that sex there was more. His gaze caught my eyes, the pink lips that I would watch when he spoke and the real conversation. His rough stubble and soft dark hair that hung on his forehead because he hadn't styled it in days. I like his voice and his laugh because I did hear that a few times while we talked. It was deep and came from deeper within his chest. I smelled him on my bed sheets, his smell was intoxicating and his overwhelming presence was addictive. His manly hands, his tattooed, his self assured demeanor and finesse, I miss him already and he has only been gone for a day or less than that. The more I spend time with him, or talk to him, the more I am being sucked into this vortex of confusion feelings that run so deep and they are actually discombobulating. Knowing his capability for violence only makes me feel special when he protects me, knowing he is the mafia Don and the leader of bad men only makes me feel lucky when I get a more human side of him. Knowing he carries a gun makes me understand that his hands are dangerous hands and yet they caress me. I am in trouble, I have fallen too deep.

Even though my break from work is up and I know I am about to become extremely busy again, I still know this ache inside me isn't going to go away so easily.

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Because a lot of designers just started coming out with their new fall collection, it means Elizabeth is going to receive a lot of new sample clothes. We keep them in the wardrobe room to look for her clients and that also means I do inventory where I am basically drowning in fabrics. I steam the clean garments, hang them, tag them and separate them accordingly. It is very time consuming and I am on day three of it. Standing on my feet all day was killing me, since I was alone, I slipped my heels off and stood barefoot in Elizabeth's wardrobe room m. I had a half eaten sandwich discarded behi me on the one and only chair that didn't have something draped over it 

I have seen daylight being in this closet for days and when I leave in the evening and other assistants chuckled and said I have resurfaced from the cave and my eyes burn in sunlight. It is all in good fun. It is time consuming work but honestly I love seeing all the new items we have received from all kinds of collections. I also know I am paying my dues of being a rookie intern, if anything, I have gotten too lucky with the opportunities I have received this far without paying my dues. Like  when my co-intern didn't get chosen for France and I felt bad.

Here in Elizabeth's office, I am the only rookie or intern. The people she calls her assistants have worked alongside her for years and years. Basically, she is our own brand, her own company of sorts. So it is not just her as a stylist, she has grown beyond that and needs other work for her company if that makes sense. Because it had been so quiet in the closet room I almost jumped out of my skin when my phone buzzed on full sound. I had it switched on in case Elizabeth called though but it was Callan and it made my heart flutter.

“Hey?” I said as I picked up the call with a smile. It was a facetime call which he rarely does.

“Where are you?” I saw his dark brows pinch together, trying to see my surroundings on the small screen.

“I am in a closet.” I replied, flipping the camera around so he  could see the piles I was swamped in and he hummed.

“I have been here for days.” I said to him.

“Alone with clothes, that sounds like your wet dreams.” He called me out, it made me laugh and his lip twitched. He turned his face away from the camera to hide his amusement. 

Between texts, phone calls and video chats, I have started to be on the phone a lot with him. I set the phone up on the spare chair my half eaten lunch was waiting on and turned back to what I was.

“Hmm, perfect view of your ass.” He hummed in appreciation.

“What time is it there, no work?” I asked, completely ignoring his comment. It is nothing new.

“I have a few things to handle not at the moment.” He replied, I didn't know why he called because it is just starting to become commonplace.

If we have spare time where we are able to reach out, just for a chat or to send a picture, we do it. It has to fall within the time difference, which isn't too early or too late for either of us.

“Is that your lunch?” His deep sexy voice asked me in that flat tone.

“Ummm…. yes.” I glanced back but didn't grab the food. I just started steaming a garment, I could feel his eyes watching me.

“Eat,” he muttered.

“I am taking bites here and there.” I replied, letting him know that I was eating the food.

“Eat, Brianna.” He ordered, his bossy tone surfaced.

“I am kind of in the groove here.” I didn't listen to him.

“With the amount of running around I have seen you do for work, you need the calories.” He continued to press me. I sighed but put the steamer down to grab the sandwich. Taking a big bite, I turned to the camera and with a full mouth.

“Happy now?” It wasn't very sexy to do, and I cringed at myself after the fact. He just shook his head at me.

“There should be something waiting for you at home when you get back.” He surprised me by saying that.

“Wait, what do you mean?” I grabbed the phone to bring it closer to my face. He paused for a second and studied my face, like he was memorizing it or maybe he was appreciating it.

“You will see.” That was all he said in return to my question.

“No, you have to tell me or you will drive me crazy in this closet I am casted off to for the rest of the day.” I poured, I could see he was home in his dining room and I wished I was right there with him for a moment.

“If you won't tell me what it is, then can you tell why I am getting it?” I asked instead.

His sexy man hand came to his stubbled jaw and swiped down. Those inked knuckles, he thought about whether to tell me or not.

“You will receive that answer once you see it.” He didn't even give me a clue.

I groaned and whined for the next five minutes until he got sick of me and ended the call. I am going turbo mode to finish this closet, I want to know what he sent me.