Shrugging, I leaned in and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth to catch a taste. “If I do this, what’s the payment for my labor?”
“Mmm.” Crew carded both of his hands through my hair, leaning forward to whisper into the shell of my ear. “Have you ever been to Heaven, Prince Charming?”
The low, husky tone he used had goosebumps rising along my skin. “Can’t say I have.”
“There’s a rumor that my mouth can take you there.”
“Oh?”
I could feel his smirk against my skin as he placed featherlight, barely-there pecks underneath my ear. “Yup. Get there in three minutes or you get your money back.”
This time, I was the one to pull away and scowl. “Don’t joke like that.”
Crew laughed. A bright, melodic sound that rushed through my veins, igniting every nerve I had. “It’s a date. Go home, shower, pack abag, and come to my place. I promise Willow won’t barge into my room again in the morning.”
“A date. I like the sound of that.”
He smiled and pulled my head closer to him. “You think that chair can hold both of us?”
I looked over to the pathetic office chair. It was old as shit and needed replacing. “It does have a four-hundred-pound weight limit.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Mischief. That’s what Crew was, and I was fucking falling for it. Hell, I’d fallen for it the first night we’d spent together when I hadn’t even known his name.
We fell into the chair with hot, chasing kisses and tongues, our hands roaming each other’s bodies as if we were exploring them for the first time. Images of bending Crew over the desk, ruining him slowly from the inside out had my cock throbbing almost painfully.
I started to undo the button of his pants, fully intending to pull his gorgeously thick dick from it when a knock sounded at the door.
We both groaned in unison, bowing our heads in disappointment.
“Just a moment!” I called out.
Crew rose from my lap, righting himself. “Don’t forget our date.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Pretty Boy. Don’t forget to tell them I tore you a new one.”
His replying grin shone brighter than what I imagined a thousand suns would. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Prince Charming.”
Dinner wasn’t as awkwardas I was expecting. Willow seemed to trust me more, bantering with me as much as she did with Crew. They were at the small table already, an extra stool pulled up to it for me to sit.
“No, okay, they’re fucking terrifying and you’re just an ass for making fun of me.” Crew groaned over the sound of Willow laughing. “There are plenty of people with the same fear as me.”
Willow leaned forward, dropping her hand on top of his. “I don’t make fun of your fear of them; I make fun of you shaking in your boots at the mere mention of ’em.”
I slid plates down in front of them, butting into their conversation right at the end. “Why are we shaking in our boots?”
“Crew is absolutely terrified of escalators. Of all the stupid shit I’ve watched this man do, he won’t dare step onto an escalator.”
“You rat bastard! He doesn’t know we were delinquents growing up. Stop talking shit.”
I swear to God, Willow’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, the stories I’ve got for you.”
Raising an eyebrow, I sliced into the salmon on my plate. “Escalators, huh?”
“Oh, shut up,” Crew grumbled. He was going to tear through the table with the way he angrily began cutting into his food.
An easy silence hung in the air as the first bites were taken. I hummed my approval as the fish fell apart easily, the flavors melting on my tongue. The recipe was one of the first I’d learned when I moved out of my parents’ house and needed something to take my mind off things.
