The silk dress was a nuisance, an obstacle to the data Callum needed. He didn't slide it off; he bunched it up around her waist, the fabric screaming as it strained against the friction.
"Hmm," Ivy moaned, her head snapping back, her throat a long, pale line of vulnerability. "You're not measuring anymore, Callum. You're just... taking."
"I'm assessing the site," he growled, his voice thick. He shifted his weight, his thighs bracing against the edge of the drafting table. He gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, creating deep indentations. "You wanted precision. You wanted me to map you. This is the first phase: the survey."
He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive dip of her collarbone. He didn't kiss her softly; he nipped, his teeth grazing her skin, mar
