She waved a perfectly manicured hand.“Oh, pish posh.Who cares if everyone knows you’re fucking like bunnies?”
My cheeks caught fire.I cut my eyes towards Emmett, sitting at a nearby table studying a file.That man could be utterly unflappable when he wanted to be.
“Seriously, Megs?”he said without glancing up.“Some discretion wouldn’t kill you.”
“Where’s the fun in that, big brother?I’m just relieved you finally found someone worthy instead of another conniving little?—”
“Meghan...”There was a tinge of warning in Emmett’s voice as he cut her off.
Undeterred, she swiveled back towards me with a conspiratorial grin.“So, is the rumor about his?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he growled.
“Okay, okay!I’ll behave.For now.”She winked at me before turning her attention to the picnic prep notes.
I caught Emmett’s eye, and he offered me a rueful shrug.Managing Meghan was a full-time job.One that came with the territory of dating Emmett Price.
By Thursday, I was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of popcorn, hot dogs, carnival rides and games.
Emmett sauntered into the room and set a glass of water on the nightstand nearest to me.I smiled up at him before he rounded the bed and slid beneath the sheets next to me.“What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”He pulled me to him—my back to his chest, his favorite way to hold me—and kissed my temple.Something hard and familiar poked me in the butt.
Insatiable.
“Do you think we ordered enough cotton candy?”I asked.
His chuckle sent strands of hair fluttering about my face.His wicked fingers stroked over my forehead, down my cheek, brushing the hair away before continuing downward.
“There will be plenty of cotton candy.You and Meg have thought of everything.Seriously, this is going to be the best Memorial Day picnic to date.”
The picnic had been one of Emmett’s first initiatives when he started at the company.While Price Industries always held an annual Christmas party, he felt there should be another regular event where they could show their appreciation to their employees.Memorial Day was a perfect mid-point.Giving everyone the Friday before the holiday off—with an optional invitation to the picnic—had been a morale booster.
I wiggled against him, the rigid length of his cock grinding against my ass.“It’s going to suck seeing all those families together tomorrow and not being able to…touch you.”
“Hey, that’s your choice, lady.You’re the one causing your own pain.”
I slapped his arm, and I felt him grin against my neck.Then he began covering it in open-mouthed kisses.“I’d be more than happy to kiss you just,”kiss“like,”kiss“this,”kiss“at the picnic if you’d allow it.You’re in control here, Callie.”
“Is that so?”I turned in his arms and pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips.His brows rose with surprise and then a wicked smile spread across his handsome face.
“Whatever you want, baby.It’s yours.”
I spent the next hour showing him just howin controlI was, bringing him to the edge over and over with my mouth, my hands, and my pussy.
* * *
We were upbright and early the next day to meet the vendors who had been hired for the picnic.It was a blur of organized chaos—setting up games, arranging catering, and dealing with any last-minute fires.But, thanks to Meghan’s skilled leadership, everything was ready to go thirty minutes before the first guests began to arrive.
By one o’clock that afternoon, the park buzzed with activity and Meghan—acting as emcee for the event—was preparing to start the three-legged race.
“I wanted to say a quick thank-you to my partners in crime.My brother, Emmett Price, and his…”
Oh God.
“Special Projects intern, Callie Winters.”
The crowd clapped, and I blew out a harsh breath, smiling at the few people who recognized me and nodded in my direction.
“They were instrumental in making this event possible, so I think it’s only right that they kick off our games as our first three-legged race couple!”
