There was a familiar ring of her doorbell to her lavish home that drew Summer’s attention away from her work. Looking at the time on her computer, she realized that her company was definitely on time.

”I didn’t even have time to get ready…”

Not that she wasn’t under dressed by any means. When it came to the eldest Prescott, she always loved to amp her style up, no matter the occasion. No matter. She was sure that Callan would enjoy her presence the way she was dressed one way or another.

As she opened the door, she heard the familiar clinking of bottles in the bag as she greeted her companion. Summer chuckled, leaning against the doorway as she spoke.

”Really? I told them if they saw a man that look like he was apart of a band with white hair and red eyes not to let him back… I have to have a word with them,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

”Come in,” she requested after teasing him, stepping to the side and allowing the door to shut once he entered her abode.

Callan Young

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Did Summer notice the way his eyes traveled her body up and down deliberately, obvious and plain that he was checking her out in the foyer of her home? Of course she did? But did she make any acknowledgment to it?

Absolutely not. It was more fun to tease, to pull at the reigns and see how quickly she could get him to snap. It only escalated the fun.

However, she didn’t object to his invasion into her space, pushing her back into the wall so suddenly that it almost took her breath away. Summer groaned, almost whined, as he kissed her, reaching up to thread her fingers into his hair and scrape her nails against his scalp.

”Living room is fine,” she chimed, leaning back against the wall again until she pushed away from the spot.

”What’d you bring me?”

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Summer gripped onto his hand as his fingers wove into hers, a strong temptation to pull him in again and wrap her leg around him to lock him place. However, she allowed him to take her to the living room, sitting down on the plush couch.

Looking over the selection of alcohols he brought for them, she hummed as she thought the best way to answer his question.

”Well, I want to be sober enough to remember all of tonight. But all of these sound good. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help myself…”

Summer took the seltzer, cracking it open and raising it to her lips. Weak taste with little flavor in her eyes, but it was nothing but a pregame. She settled herself comfortably against Callan and clinked her can against his.

”Busy, overworked, and tired. Needing a night to unwind… let my hair loose…”

Summer gave him a look, all too sultry and seductive to be mistaken.

”And you, Mr. Rockstar? How has your busy schedule treated you?”

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Summer leaned back, only a little, just to allow enough space for his reach to be comfortable and not tiring on his arm. There was a familiar shock of pleasure as Callan trailed his fingers over her throat, to her hair.

"Mmm. Nonsense."

Her gaze focused for a moment, as genuine curiosity sparked in her eyes. More responsibilities? She couldn't help but wonder if he was taking a position within the League walls. Or becoming a gym leader. Perhaps she was thinking to far into it...

Definitely, because tonight wasn't about thinking, Summer reminded herself as Callan came leaning over her. Her can fell to the floor with a clatter, rolling abandoned on the ground. She didn't fucking care as she became his target.

"Mmph..." she whined softly as the cold drops touched her skin, goosebumps raising on her chest and her arms.

However, Summer was relieved of that feeling thanks to Callan, who she gripped onto once again like she did at the door.

"That's a stupid question, Callan. You already know how I enjoy relaxing... give me what I want," she spoke, trying to sound like a boss bitch.

Though it came out more as a plead, begging for him as she nodded.

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"Absolutely," she confirmed, trying to maintain her firmness in her voice.

But she could feel herself slipping already. With each movement, each look, Summer was already beginning to fold beneath the pressure. Of course, that wasn't a bad thing.

The rip was a resounding noise as he tore open her outfit. So much for that top. She'd have to get another one. The thoughts of it were scattered into the wind as his mouth attacked hers, stealing away her breath for a moment as she met him match for match. Her fingers pulled hard on his hair, not to get him to stop but to add to the fun.

Callan stopping and the familiar sound of the belt broke their kiss as she looked down. Her gaze traveled back up as she comprehended his order. Then, she spoke.

"Yes, sir."

Callan Young

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