Taunting Callum - Kristen Proby Page 0,2

now.

I cry out, but not in fear or pain. No, this might be the best sex of my life, and I can’t get enough.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my breast before tugging my nipple into his mouth, sending me over into an orgasm that would make the gods weep in gratitude. “That’s it, love. Again.”

I shake my head, but I’ll be damned if I don’t fall over that edge again, and then once more when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit.

I’m a shaking, gasping mess when Callum buries his face in my neck and succumbs to his climax.

One Year Later

It’s been a hell of a day, and I’m ready to close up shop and go home, pour a glass of wine, and stare at the mountains from my back deck for the rest of the evening.

Owning a business is rewarding and wonderful. It also kicks my ass on the daily.

I’m thinking of my back deck view when the bell over the door sounds. I glance up to see my friend, Princess Ellie, walk in with her security, along with her brother, Callum and his security detail.

Holy shit, Callum’s in town.

I haven’t seen him since that day here in my café. I’ve never told a soul about what happened—even Ellie. Since she’s been living in Cunningham Falls this summer, she and I have become good friends. But she doesn’t need to know that I had a one-night stand with her brother.

Or, more specifically, a single, late afternoon stand.

I mean, it was just incredible, earth-shattering sex. The kind that sticks with a girl for the rest of her life, no matter what happens after the fact. And I’m content keeping it for myself.

It’s a happy memory.

After losing my husband and daughter so many years ago, a memory that makes me smile is exactly what I need.

“Hey, Aspen,” Ellie says with a big grin. “I believe you’ve met my brother, Callum.”

I’m just about to agree when he frowns and shakes his head. “No, I don’t believe we have.”

I blink rapidly. Are you fucking kidding me?

Just like that, my happy memory pops like a balloon.

He was the best sex of my life. The only sex I’ve had since my husband died, and he doesn’t remember it?

The next few minutes are a haze as Ellie and Callum place their orders and sit at one of the nearby tables. Callum faces my way, watching me work.

He forgot me.

I shake my head as I pour milk into a carafe.

He forgot.

Sure, it was a year ago, but he just walked into my café, into the place where he was inside me, and he…forgot.

I don’t want it to hurt. I really, really don’t.

But it does. It’s a knife in the back, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. The chemistry was off the charts. The sex was incredible.

Or so I thought.

But I guess, according to Callum, the encounter was utterly forgettable.

And that makes me feel cheap and, frankly, like garbage. I was discarded plenty as a kid. It hurts just as bad as an adult.

I deliver their order, and the asshole has the fucking audacity to ask me out to dinner.

The answer to that is a hell no.

My friend Willa comes in with her son, Alex, which is a nice distraction. Maybe Ellie and Callum will just take their stuff and go.

But after Willa leaves, I realize I’m not so lucky.

Callum approaches the counter, and I square my shoulders.

“Aspen,” Callum begins. “I owe you a big apology. I just got off the plane after being up for thirty hours, and—”

I hold up my hand, and he closes his mouth.

“Is there something else you need?” My hands are shaking, so I link them behind my back and hope he doesn’t notice. I want to throw up. I want to cry.

But I won’t do any of that, not in front of him.

“Yes, to bloody apologize,” he says, but I shake my head. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Let’s get something straight,” I reply immediately, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks in anger. “You didn’t hurt me. It takes a hell of a lot more than an egotistical, full-of-himself prince to hurt me. Besides, you don’t know me, remember? What do you care?”

“Well, I—”

“That was a rhetorical question,” I add. “Now, if there’s nothing more I can do for you, I’m closing early today.”

“We’re leaving,” Ellie says, pulling on Callum’s arm as she looks back at me in apology. “Thank you, Aspen. Let’s