She shrugged.“My job is to make sure our customers are satisfied.”Her tone dripped with innuendo.“Would itsatisfyyou if I joined you?”
“Not even close.”
She looked crestfallen until I moved farther into the booth and motioned for her to sit next to me.If this was as much as I could get from her—innocent flirting when she could pretend to be a different person—I’d take it.
She moved toward me with feline grace.Her body slid along the smooth surface of the seat until our shoulders touched.Her luminous eyes held mine, and she wore a knowing smile.She knew what she was doing to me.Her hand brushed my thigh; a tantalizing touch that sent jolts of pleasure through me.It was all I could do not to gasp.She leaned in closer, stealing my breath with the sweet smell of her skin.
“Emmett.”Her voice was honeyed silk against my ear.“Do you want to know what would satisfy me?”
I swallowed, unable to take my eyes off her.
What the fuck is happening?
Who was this person, and where did Callie go?She had setvery clearboundaries, and in the last sixty seconds, she had leaped clear over them.She had shed her all-too-serious professional skin and revealed a teasing, sensual goddess.
If I wasn’t fucked before, I definitely was now.
“What would satisfy you, Cal?”
The question hung in the air: loaded and ripe for plucking.Every fiber in me yearned to hear her answer, but she remained silent, tracing lazy patterns up my thigh toward my groin.My throbbing cock strained against my zipper.
“Should I roll my eyes at you so we can both find out?”she asked, batting her lashes.
It took me a moment to process her meaning.
“Roll your eyes at me again and I will bend you over this table and fuck you right here.”
My physical restraint at that moment should have won me some kind of award.But the next words out of my mouth were anything but restrained.“Is that what you think about, baby?When you go home at night and touch yourself?”
She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on mine.It felt like an invitation—like she was waiting for me to make the next move.
I shifted slightly so I could lean down and taste the fragrant skin at that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.Her soft moan pushed at the limits of my self-control.She shivered as I ran my nose along her neck, stopping at her ear.
“Tell me, Callie,” I said, my voice husky with need.“Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded again.
“I need to hear you say it, baby.”
“Please, Emmett,” she breathed.“Please touch me.”
“Mm, I love hearing you beg.”My hand met the velvety skin of her thigh and her hand stilled on mine, gripping it tightly.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
My fingers traced idle circles across her leg, and her breathing sped up.I continued kissing her neck as I slid my hand further up her thigh.Heat radiated from her center, and I knew she’d be wet for me.
She arched her back, silently urging me on, her skin flushed with desire.Her swirling emotions were written on her face, and I knew she was as lost in the moment as I was.
She was panting now, her eyes hooded with desire.“Emmett, please.”Her voice was barely a whisper.I couldn’t resist any longer.I hooked a finger through her soaked panties and pulled them to the side before running a finger along her slick seam.“Jesus Christ, Callie.You’re so fucking wet.Is all this for me?”
“Yes,” she hissed.She quivered against my touch, her breath hitching as I teased slow circles around her sensitive bud.
“You like that, baby?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“More, Emmett.Please.”
