My eyes shot daggers at her. She shrugged her shoulders defiantly and mouthed, “What? I’m sorry. Not really.”
I don’t know if Callum heard her, but if he did, he didn’t react. I’m sure I’d hear some snarky comment later, and the thought of that filled me with more excitement and trepidation than I wanted.
“Man can wear a suit. Who would have thought a businessman like him would have a little freak to him?” Lizzy said when he walked away.
I wanted to tell her about all the tattoos and everything else, but I couldn’t. Tattoos may not be an issue, but I wanted to keep that to myself. He worked hard on maintaining his image outside of his house, and I didn’t want to spoil it. If he revealed that to her, then so be it.
Never try to go toe to toe with a dom in a salad shop
Afterwefinishedlunch,which was pretty much over the moment Callum walked away from the table because of Lizzy’s inability to focus, coupled with the fact she was pushing me towards him, I walked over to his booth and stood beside it.
He looked up at me and winked.
“May I sit, sir?” I whispered so only he could hear me.
His eyes flashed with blue flames. I loved I could get that reaction out of him. “You may.” He patted the seat beside him as he slid over.
He grabbed my hand. “You don’t need to do that in public.”
“Maybe I wanted to.” I mouthed sir.
He leaned closer to me, so his lips were brushing against my ear. “Careful or I’ll bend you across this table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” Who was I right now? I was a little nymph who, after getting some nom nom wanted more of that dom dom.
Lizzy, I sighed. Her influence on me was problematic because even thinking the thoughts, I felt silly. When she says it, I’m all like yea nom noms and magic sticks when I say it, it’s like the brakes screeching on a car.
“Oh, really?”
Shit. I was in trouble. Never go toe to toe with a dom in a salad shop.
“Turn your body towards me some.” He commanded, stepping into his role with ease.
I hesitated, not for fear of being caught, but for fear of liking what was about to happen and losing control.
His finger lightly directed my chin towards him. “Use your words Everlee.” His tone was quiet, but intense.
“Yes, Sir.”
Thank God he had a booth in the back corner and the next set of people was one booth away. Six feet, if I was lucky.
“Good girl.” He took a bite of his salad. “Now stay still.”
I nodded, and he cast a glance at me, so I corrected. “Yes, Sir.” Why was this so hot right now? My body was electrified. It felt like lightning was shooting all over it.
His left hand fell on my leg by my knee and squeezed gently. I ran my teeth across my bottom lips to stop the moan that was going to escape. We both knew it was going to happen, but they had to be limited. The only problem with putting a dam on the moans was when it was released, it was going to be one loud fucking moan. Like a break the glass kind of moan. Like a get the cops called on you kind of moan. And that could not happen.
His fingers slipped up my leg, and I knew what was at the end of that rainbow, so I watched his face intently, waiting for him to find the pot of gold. His hand slipped under my skirt as he took a bite of salad. When he got a little further up, he found the surprise and his eyes shot to mine, at the same time his fork clamored to the table.
His lips parted and his breathing changed.
Got’em! I exulted in glee.
“Everlee.” He hissed through his teeth.
“Yes… Sir.”
“Why the fuck aren’t you wearing any panties?”
