He makes a grabbing motion with his hands that is so fucking adorable I actually melt. Handing over the container, I lift the bag holding some sandwiches at the same time.
“I brought you lunch as well.”
Beck’s head bounces up, a piece of banana bread already lifted to his lips. “Best. Wife. Ever.” He mutters under his breath, giving me a wink.
Sinking down in one of the chairs reserved for clients, he nods to the other one. “Sit, babe. You’re joining me, right?”
I don’t realize I’m chewing my lip until Beckett stands up, strides over to me, and runs his thumb along it, freeing it from my worrying. He follows it up with a gentle kiss. “Leave these lips alone. I happen to be very attached to them.”
A half giggle, half snort escapes me. “That’s gotta be the cheesiest fucking line ever. Attached to my lips? What’s next? You’re addicted to my boobs?”
Beck smirks, letting his eyes wander down to the body part in question. And I’ll be damned if my nipples don’t harden under his gaze.
“I mean, is it wrong for me to say yes?” He lifts one hand to skim the side of my chest, his molten gaze lifting to meet mine. I suck in a breath at what I see etched across his face.
Pure. Need.
But instead of acting on it, Beckett drops his hand and sits back down. I don’t know if I should be impressed with his restraint or frustrated by being so turned on in an accountant’s office.
Except this isn’t just any accountant’s office. This isBeckett’soffice. And the quiet, unassuming accountant nerd I thought he was when I only knew him as my best friend has a seriously naughty side.
I slump down in the seat next to him, squirming slightly to try and ease the ache between my legs. This is ridiculous. I’ve never felt so horny with nothing more than a light touch and a few teasing words before.
And judging by the wicked grin on Beck’s face, he knows exactly the effect he’s had on me. Narrowing my eyes into a glare, I sit up straight. Time to fight fire with fire.
Leaning forward so my loose T-shirt gapes in the front, I tilt my head and smile. “Does that mean I get to be obsessed with something of yours? Maybe…” I let my eyes travel from his head, down his torso, pausing to lick my lips when I hit the crease in his pants where he’s sitting down, then all the way to his brown loafers. “Your feet. You have really sexy feet.”
Beck chokes back a laugh. “Do you have a foot fetish I didn’t know about, Cam?”
I lift my shoulders in a half shrug, but it’s a struggle to maintain the ruse. It gets even harder when Beckett toes off one shoe and lifts his sock covered foot up toward me.
“No!” I shriek, batting it away with a laugh. “Get those things away from me.”
We’re both laughing now, and strange as it sounds, the easy banter and teasing feels just as good as the arousal of a few minutes ago.
Putting his shoe back on, Beckett finally opens the bag of food I brought. He hands me my veggie wrap, which I had planned on taking to the town square to eat instead of crashing his lunch hour, his hand resting on my leg after I take the food from him.
“Have lunch with me. Please?”
Well, when he asks like that, all sweet and sincere, how can I say no? “Only if you keep those stinky feet away from me,” I tease.
His smile is blinding, and I know instantly what he’s going to say. “As you wish.”
Eating lunch together isn’t a new experience for us. Not by a long shot. But the casual touches, heated looks, and light flirting is a nice addition. I could get used to this.
Iamgetting used to this.
A short while later, after Beckett’s devoured every crumb of banana bread and somehow exacted a promise from me to make more tomorrow, he walks me to the elevator in front of his office. Pulling me in for a hug, he kisses the top of my head right there in full view of his receptionist and a client waiting for an appointment.
“See you later, babe.”
I tilt my chin up without thinking about why a kiss to the top of my head doesn’t feel like enough anymore. Warm lips cover mine in a chaste but no less deep kiss.
“Bye,” I whisper when we finally step back.
When I reach the mural wall, something that has been on my mind ever since I started suddenly becomes clear. I wanted to add something subtle, a nod to my friendship with Beckett as a private thank you for everything he’s done for me. But I couldn’t think of what.
But inspiration has hit me. Something only Beck will recognize. Something with layers of meaning, more being added with every day we spend together.
