"We should stop." he muttered against her lips.
Callie nodded and kept nibbling. "You're so right, we should."
"Neither one of us has time for a relationship, and neither one of us wants a one night stand."
"I agree." she breathed and her hands moved to the front of his shirt and started working at the buttons. "Plus we work together." getting frustrated she ripped the shirt open in one smooth pull. Buttons flew everywhere and she made a satisfied sound low in her throat.
Bruce's hands found their way under her shirt and she shuddered with pleasure as his roughened palms moved across her soft, smooth skin. "I didn't even think of that. God, you think of everything." His voice had deepened. "We don't even know each other very well."
'Again, so right." she'd moved from nibbling his lips to nibbling the curve of where his neck hit his shoulders. Their hearts were pounding rapidly in rhythm with each other. Her hands, having freed him from the shirt, scratched along his muscular biceps and headed for his pants. He groaned as she unfastened the button, and pulled down the zipper.
Bruce put his hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her to the back of the couch. She was wearing a skirt, and he pushed that up as well. She pushed his pants down quickly, and looked up at him. He buried one of his hands in her silky hair, and met her mouth with his again. She met him with every bit of passion. "I don't have anything." he muttered.
"I'm on the pill." she whispered into his ear, and bit it gently. It was all he needed. He pulled off the tiny scrap of lace that passed for panties, and entered her. He was already fully erect, and she was hot and wet. He almost lost himself then, but took several deep breaths. It had been a while. He might play the part of playboy, but he hadn't slept with those women. Callie wrapped her long legs around his waist, and they found a rhythm for their thrusts. Within minutes they both reached climax. They stayed locked together for a few moments, each of them catching their breaths. Then Bruce turned them to where he fell back onto the couch with her lying on top of him. He pressed kisses against her temple.
"Hmmm." she murmured happily, and a little sleepily.
"Tired?" Bruce murmured against her hair. She smelled so very good.
"Hmmm, pleasantly exhausted." she said through her smile.
"Stay the night?"
Callie looked up and saw that he was sincere. Everything was shouting at her not to. Don't fall any deeper for this man. "Okay."
Bruce stood and scooped her into his arms. Then he carried her up to his room. They spent the entire night alternating between sleeping and making love. Each of them would wake up with the other wrapped around them and start the process all over again.
Callie woke up the next morning to someone pressing kisses along her bare shoulders. She was naked and sleeping on her belly in the middle of a huge, and very comfortable king size bed. She turned to see Bruce next to her. The sheets had slipped down and lay upon his waist, exposing his upper body.
"Good morning." she grinned. That was certainly a pleasant sight to wake up to.
"Did you know that you look as lovely in the morning, just woken up, as you do any other time I've seen you?"
She pushed up until she was on her elbows. "Oh really? Saying things like that will get you rewards you know?"
"Really?" he grinned, "And here I thought I was just being honest." He slipped an arm under her and pulled her to him.
Several hours later Bruce and Callie headed downstairs. His driver was preparing to take her home. He caught her before she could walk out the door. "Callie, I don't sleep around, despite my reputation. This wasn't a one night stand."
He seemed so concerned about what she thought. She thought that was adorable. "I don't think that would be possible Bruce. I don't sleep around either. And you could never be a one night stand to me." She leaned forward and kissed him.
"I'll see you soon." he promised. Then he watched as his car pulled away with her in it.
"Did you have a pleasant evening sir?" Bruce turned to find Alfred who was not hiding his smirk very well. "She's certainly a special young woman."
"Yes, she is that Alfred." Bruce said thoughtfully. "But I'm not sure that I can offer her what she deserves. I certainly can't offer her the truth."
"You should give it time sir. You don't really know what Ms. Callie is looking for either. Perhaps things will work out for the best in the end?" Alfred turned and left his young master to think. He thought that Ms. Callie was exactly what Master Bruce needed, and perhaps he was what she needed as well.
Later that evening Callie called Bruce from her cell phone on the way up to her suite. He seemed pleased to hear from her. "That was another long day." she told him as she rode the elevator. "What did you do today?"
"I had the pleasure of another dry, boring meeting, in which the board couldn't decide on another boring decision." he told her with a sigh.
She laughed lightly, "Poor baby. Well at least the day is over."
"And tomorrow it starts all over again."
"Ah Bruce, are you a pessimist?" she teased, but then her smile became a frown. "What the hell?"
"What's wrong?" he was instantly alert at her tone of voice.
"The door to my suite is ajar." she told him quietly. She pushed the door, and it opened wider. The room was in shambles. "Oh no."
"Callie, don't go in there." he told her urgently.
"Too late." she told him before feeling something press into her back.
Bruce could hear the man's voice over the line. "Yes, it is too late Calliope, extremely too late." Bruce hung up the phone and raced into action.
Callie froze. She turned slowly to face a wild eyed Lawrence James. "Lawrence what have you done?" she asked in horror. His clothes were ripped and torn, and covered in something dry and brown. His hair stuck up in chunks, and he hadn't shaved in days. He held a large kitchen knife in his hand.
"What have I done?" he sounded crazy, his voice was high pitched and his eyes darted around. "Why, I've killed you Calliope."