The front door opened, and Callan stepped outside. My body flared to life with one look at his blond hair, firm shoulders under a pale blue shirt, the tight buckle around his waist hiding those dips in the muscles women drooled over. His gaze raked me from head to foot, as though he could discern every thought running through my head with one look.

“Hi.” I lifted my hand in a half-wave.

He raised his eyebrow. “No kiss hello?”

I tucked a strand of wavy hair behind my ear. “I wasn’t sure where we stood.”

“Hmm, let me see.” He stretched up and placed his hand on the top of the doorjamb. “Last time we stood was with you against a wall and my cock in your sweet pussy. Does that answer your question?”

Heat flared in my cheeks.

“Come on inside.” He stepped back and waved his hand to the beckoning interior of the mansion.

I walked across the paved driveway and up to the front door. Callan dropped a kiss on my cheek, and another rush of heat worked its way across my face.

“So, this is your place?” I asked, waving my hand at the large room.

Callan looked at me like I’d lost my marbles. Okay, I was nervous, so sue me. It wasn’t every day you enjoyed a wild and passionate one-night stand, ended up pregnant, and moved to the same city as the father. Would he think I moved here for him? I pressed my thumb and forefinger to my forehead and pinched the skin.

“You’re overthinking.”

“I am. I can’t help it.” I dropped my handbag on the hallway table.

He nodded like my admission was the answer he was looking for. “Come, I have something to show you.”

“Besides this gorgeous house? I can’t believe how huge it is.”

Callan chuckled. “I’m sure I’ve heard you say those words before.”

I giggled at his ridiculous humor.

He placed his palm on my lower back and guided me through the house to his kitchen. Callan drew out a chair for me, then poured us both a glass of sparkling water and set a plate of baked goodies on the tabletop. He sat in the chair opposite me. His deep blue eyes flickered over my face as though every twitch of muscle told him everything he needed to know.

I sipped the water, licked the wetness from my lips, and placed the glass back on the table before I spilled the contents down my dress.

“Give me your hand.” He placed his palm up on the table.

I peered at his masculine hand for a split second before placing my palm on his. The instant contact soothed me. We sat like that for a minute until my heart stopped racing and threatened to make me pass out.

“You’re so tense.” He stroked his thumb over the back of my hand.

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“Me, too.” He winked. “Did you have a pleasant drive?”

“No. I punctured a tire. Now I’ll have to get my car fixed, too.”

“I know someone. I’ll get it repaired for you.”

“That would be very helpful. Thank you.”

“No problem. Anything else you’d like me to assist you with?” He continued his soft strokes over my skin.

Just being in the same room as Callan made me want to jump on him, let alone when he touched me. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“I like where your mind went.” He let go of my hand.

“We should talk.”

“Yes, let’s talk about this.” He slid a pile of papers from the end of the table in front of me.

“What’s this?”

“You know what we did at the wedding?”

“Yes.” I wet my dry lips.

“That was a little taste of what we could be like.”

“I don’t understand.”

He ran a hand through his silky blond hair. The locks fell over his forehead, giving him a surfer look instead of the businessman exterior he usually exuded. Both looked good on him with his firm jaw, lovable smile, blinding white teeth, and adorable dimples. His mouth was more than just good to look at. He performed amazing things with those lips and his tongue. Teeth, too. My body trembled in anticipation of experiencing them again.

But that wasn’t why I was here.

“I want to help you,” he said.

“How?”

“Get you out of your head for a bit.”

My shoulders sagged. Damn, I’d love that too. To stop thinking, worrying, and to just feel for a little while.

“You like the idea.”

“I do, but…”

“Read those papers, then tell me your but.”

“Okay.” I flicked over the first page, which only showed the title of the contract.

My eyes widened as I read the first sentence. “You’re a dominant?”

“And you’re a submissive.”

“I am not.” I stood, but the blood rushed to my head, and I had to sit back down before I passed out. “What makes you say I’m a submissive?”

He raised an eyebrow at me and waited for my mind to catch on by itself.

“Shit,” I mumbled as images of our night together flashed through my head. Of how assertive he’d been and how much I’d loved it.

“Let me ask you this. Have any other lovers satisfied you?”

I dropped my chin. Every other man had disappointed me. Left me unsatisfied. Lost. It’s why I never dated them for long.

“No,” I whispered.

“Did I satisfy you?”

I lifted my gaze to his. “You know you did.”

He tapped the papers. “These make sure I’ll fulfill all your needs.”

“What about your needs?”

“You meet my needs when I take care of you.”

I tilted my head as my heart filled with warmth. “You want to take care of me?”