“Good girl,” I growled, stepping even closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Now walk away. Before I bendyou over this stall and fuck you right here, right now, in front of everyone.”
She let out a shaky breath, pulse racing under my fingers.
Then she did exactly what I told her to do; she spun on her heel and walked away, hips swaying, head held high.
She didn’t look back. She already knew I was watching.
And planning exactly how I’d make good on that promise.
“Ugh, I hate this game,” Blair says in frustration, pulling me back to the present.
“Here, let me show you how it’s done,” I say, taking the controller from her hands with a teasing smirk.
“Oh no, you don’t!” she exclaims, covering my eyes before I can even see the screen.
“Whoa, hey. That’s not fair.” I laugh as I try, and fail, to wrestle her hands away.
“Life isn’t fair,” she quips, straddling my lap to keep her hold firm.
Well, now we’re playing a different game entirely.
“Hmm, I like where this is going,” I murmur, though my dick does most of the talking. It’s been painfully hard since the moment she left Boston, and now, with her warm body pressed against mine, it’s a miracle I’m still coherent.
The controller slips from my hands as I let it drop to the couch, my focus fully on her. My hands find her hips, fingers curling into the soft denim of her shorts before trailing down to cup her ass. She uncovers my eyes, and I take the chance to meet her gaze, those deep brown eyes staring back at me, full of heat and mischief.
God, she’s beautiful.
We hold the look for a moment before I give in to the inevitable. I close the distance, capturing her mouth with mine in a kiss that’s as much a declaration as it is a demand.Her lips are soft and sweet, parting for me with a sigh that makes my blood burn hotter.
She deepens the kiss, pulling back just enough to yank her shirt over her head, leaving her gloriously bare from the waist up.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, staring at her like she’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, which she is. My hands slide up her back, fingertips grazing her skin as my eyes devour the sight of her.
She bites her lip, her teeth tugging at the soft flesh in a way that sends a jolt straight to my already aching dick. “Hmm,” I groan, running my tongue across my teeth. “Peach, you can’t do that to me. That’s definitely not playing fair.”
She tilts her head, all fake innocence and sultry defiance. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. Then she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, “Am I being a bad girl?”
Her hips sway against my lap, rubbing against my throbbing erection with enough friction to make me groan again. Her mouth finds my neck next, lips and teeth leaving a trail of fire as she sucks just hard enough to mark me.
Jesus Christ. How I don’t come right then and there is beyond me.
“Hm, such a bad girl.” I grab her hips to still her movements. She gasps, but I don’t let go, meeting her eyes with all the restraint I can muster. “But no, baby. You said a week.”
She looks at me like I’ve just shattered her world. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she says, her pout almost enough to make me cave.
I smirk, lifting her off my lap and setting her down gently beside me. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” I say. “But I have a meeting in thirty minutes, so if you’ll excuse me…”
Her eyes narrow and she glares as I press a soft kiss to her temple and stand.
I retreat to the bedroom, leaving her flustered and frustrated on the couch, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. My meeting isn’t just business, it’s with a realtor. A surprise for her.
BLAIR
While Calvin gets ready for his meeting, I focus on preparing for Dylan’s visit. I called him to thank him for reaching out to Calvin, but I also made it clear we needed to talk about boundaries. Dylan broke my trust when he went behind my back and told my sister something I shared with him in confidence. Still, he’s my best friend, and I miss him. We agreed to reconnect, just as friends, over snacks and a movie.
I arrange a charcuterie board with French cheeses, crackers, and fruits, Dylan’s favorites. While I’m not thrilled with him right now, I value our friendship too much to let it crumble without trying to fix it.
A few minutes later, Calvin steps out of the bedroom, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit. His scent, a mix of cedar and spice, fills the room, instantly pulling my attention.
