Calypso takes her sweet fucking time finishing the cake, boxing it up, and properly packing the one she made for Lexi as well. I’m standing against the column for half an hour before she turns around. Resting her butt against the cleaned off worktable, she crosses her arms and gives me a slow once over, deciding what she wants to do with me.
Making her choice, Calypso sashays toward me and grabs my belt. Without a word, she expertly undresses my bottom half and drops to her knees.
And there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
She runs her hands up my thighs and grabs the base of my cock. With her eyes on me, Calypso licks up to the tip and takes me into her mouth.
Fuck.
She feels heavenly. I try to tell her, but it all comes out muffled and my head hits the wood in frustration. Her laugh vibrates around my dick and one of her hands grabs my hip before I accidentally thrust too far.
Breathing through my nose, I watch her suck me off and play with my balls at the same time. The hottest part about any of it is how much Calypso enjoys it. She moans around me and makes herself gag as her eyes roll back.
“Uugh,” I grunt around her panties. I’m close. So fucking clo—
Calypso pulls back with a loudpopand wipes drool from her chin. I have hope she’ll continue until she starts pulling my pants backup.
“Uuh?”
The little minx chuckles as she fastens my belt and stands, fixing her skirt and top. “I saidgoodboys get rewarded.”
She pulls the fabric out of my mouth and stuffs it in my pocket.
“You’re serious?” I ask, turned on and in utter disbelief.
She nods with a proud smile. “Andyouwon’t do anything about it if you want to use those new toys on me later.”
On her.
Not us.
Maybe she didn’t catch that—or is unsure. I’m determined to clear that up later.
“Fine,” I agree. “We’re using them tonight then.”
Her lips tip up and she unties me. I’m excited to celebrate my sister and new friend, but I know the next few hours are going to drag by torturously slow.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Calypso
Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Liam ending one call before putting the phone back to his ear. One of his vendors called a few minutes ago. It’s past eight p.m., and this hasn’t happened before.
Around me, everyone chats over our empty plates. Lexi and Jo are sitting next to each other at the other end of the round table. The former is even wearing a ridiculous birthday sash at Jo’s demand. My sister is wearing a matching accessory, plus a plastic tiara.
Beside them are Vivi on Lexi’s right, and Blake on Jo’s left. Liam actually looked a little hurt when Jo said she wanted her “new best friend” next to her. Blake looked amused but not surprised. I’ll admit, the younger Miller sibling is a hard egg to crack, maybe even more than me. I like to tell myself that some of Blake’s personality was influenced by me and our childhood together.
Everyone who went on the yacht trip last weekend is here, with the exception of Mia and her husband Todd. We saw them on Wednesday when we had dinner at Stanley and Willa’s to celebrate Jo on her actual birthday. Still, it’s a large group of twelve.
“I have to ask—”
“No, you don’t,” Vivi cuts off her fiancé with a stern look.
Grady rolls his eyes and leans around her. “Where’s Rachel?”
I’ve been wondering the same thing, as I’m sure everyone else has been. Except for Vivi, who is muttering something at Grady—probably that this isn’t the time to bring it up.
In typical Lexi fashion, she looks completely unaffected by the change of subject. “Well,Grady, if you must know—” She pats her mouth with a napkin, acting prim and proper. “We broke up this morning.”
