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kissed me briefly. “I could use a little fun right now. Bedroom.”
    He slapped my ass as I turned to follow his command, and I laughed and danced out of his reach. I got halfway up the stairs before he called after me. “Crawl the rest of the way.”
    I’d been half-expecting it. Over the past year of submitting to Callum, I’d made my peace with the fact that I didn’t enjoy crawling all that much. It wasn’t a limit for me, so I’d do it because it made him happy.
    With his appreciative gaze on my ass, I crawled the rest of the way up the stairs and into our bedroom. Once there, I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and waited.
    Callum entered the bedroom shirtless and already unfastening his belt. He pulled it slowly from the loops, obviously enjoying the goosebumps that rose on my skin and the way my nipples hardened at the sensual hissing noise the leather made against the fabric.
    “Stand.”
    I got to my feet, then caught my breath when he looped the belt around the small of my back to draw my body against his. He was already hard, and I yearned to strip off his pants and spend a while tormenting his cock with my tongue.
    Callum kissed me, the kind of slow, lingering stroke of his lips over mine that sparked all my nerve endings and sent my brain halfway to mush. I rubbed my clit over his erection, exploring his lean, toned chest with my palms. No matter how long I’d been with him, how many times I’d mapped this same territory, it never got old.
    Callum used the belt to pull me down with him onto the bed, stopping me with a hand between my breasts when I made as if to straddle him. “This is your night, little miss. But I have rules.”
    I knelt obediently by his side, ready to listen.
    “No lasting marks on my face, neck, arms or hands. I might be clothed, but I’m still working this week.”
    I nodded, understanding his logic. It wasn’t like he could go into work wearing a turtleneck if the script called for a tank top or a formal shirt.
    “If you bite, no breaking the skin; same rule as we have for me doing it to you. If you draw blood, the wound could get infected.”
    I couldn’t help myself. “Are you saying I have a dirty mouth, Sir?” I asked innocently.
    He grinned. “In so many ways, little miss.”
    I fidgeted, dying to touch him but knowing that wasn’t allowed yet.
    Callum took my hand, examining my fingernails, then trailed his tongue from my wrist halfway to the inside of my elbow. I squirmed at his teasing; he could see exactly how it affected me.
    He took his time examining the other hand. My nails were almost always blunt, a side effect of working in set design. I could probably have grown them longer, but they always seemed to catch on something when we were redressing a piece of furniture or moving things on or off a set. I kept them short to avoid breaking them.
    Callum sucked lightly on the pulse-point of my wrist, then let my hand go as I made a tiny, appreciative noise. “You can scratch as hard as you want, but I think it’s obvious there are area limits to that offer.”
    I glanced down at his lap and grinned. “Aww, Sir, you’re no fun.”
    “Don’t make me regret my trust in you, little miss.” His voice held a very real warning, and I nodded, getting the message loud and clear.
    “One more thing.”
    I waited.
    “Anything you do to me, I’ll be reciprocating.”
    “Now that sounds like fun, Sir.” I slid forward and rubbed my cheek over his hard-on through his pants, rewarded by his swift intake of breath. “Can I start now?”
    “Yeah, little miss. You can.” His expression was hungry, his voice husky with arousal.
    It took me less than a minute to get rid of the rest of his clothing, and for a moment after that I just sat staring at his delectable body. His pecs, abs and biceps were just defined enough to count, and his thick, hard length was ready for me to sink down on, if that was what I wanted. Was I really about to mark this perfect