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I turn to him, my hand resting against his hip as I catch him up on the Jameson fiasco.When I ask his thoughts on whether Adeline should be mad with her husband he says, “Fuck no.”
I smile and lean in to brush my lips over his.How I’ve managed to keep my hands and my mouth to myself since he arrived is beyond me.“You would say that.You men stick together.”
I feel his smile in our kiss.“You women don’t?”
“Well, we are right, so there is that.”
He grins and kisses me again.“How much have you had to drink, Ace?Like, are we looking at me having to put you to bed or are we looking at you showing me your ass?”
“That depends on how fast you get me home.”
He takes hold of my hand and stands, pulling me up with him.
Kristen looks up at him.“Are you guys leaving?”
“Yeah,” Callan says.
“They’ve got years to make up for,” Gage drawls.
Because I’m feeling frisky, I say, “We really do, and it’s going to take weeks, so if I hear one word about you grumbling over our board game night that’s coming up, there will be hell to pay for the interruption you caused us.”
Gage’s lips twitch.
I don’t get to hear his response because Callan’s already directing me to the elevator.Once we’re safely inside it, he pulls my face to his and strips my ability to think with a kiss that consumes me, body and soul.
He forces me back against the wall of the elevator as he lets my lips go so he can kiss his way down to my throat and then to my breasts.His hands are everywhere and when he curves one over my ass before reaching for the hem of my skirt, I’m a little concerned he’s forgotten where we are.
“Callan.”I grip his hair.“I’m not fucking you in Bradford’s elevator.”
He growls something filthy against my breasts before lifting his face to mine.“I want you every second of every day.”He presses his erection against me, groaning as he does.“I’m finding it fucking hard to control myself.”
I bring my hands down to his face.“I feel the same way.”
He kisses me again before letting me go.The elevator reaches the parking garage and a few minutes later, Callan asks, “Do you want to sleep at my place or yours tonight?”as he pulls out into traffic.
I reach for his thigh and rest my hand there, feeling all the feels over him assuming I want to stay with him tonight.Over him wanting to stay with me.“Let’s go to yours.My contractor sent me an update this afternoon and he’s finally started on my bedroom.”
“Fucking finally,” Callan says.He’s less than impressed with the contractor I chose.He thinks the guy is useless.
I squeeze his thigh.“How did you and Gage go tonight?Is he planning on buying the club?”
He brakes as he shifts down gears to turn left.Callan may not splash his cash on his home but he doesn’t spare a cent when it comes to his cars.I listened to him grumble for a week straight when Aston Martin phased out automatic transmission last year.He paid them a fortune for manual transmission six months ago when he bought this car.
“I don’t think he will.”He looks at me.“I should have skipped the club.It was shit.”
“Why?”I can’t imagine Gage looking at buying a club that isn’t up to his high standard.His preference isn’t to have to put a lot of work into his investments.
“The music was too loud.”
I almost burst out laughing.Not only at what he says but also at the grumble in his tone.
Callan has frequented clubs for years.I’m under no illusions about his sex life.I know he’s slept with a lot of women and indulged in all kinds of kinks as well as threesomes.Gage’s clubs were a common destination for him.Loud music has never bothered him once in his life.
I angle my body to his and reach up to run my fingers through his hair.I let my hand linger at the nape of his neck while I say, “Was it, baby?”
This is the first time I’ve called him that and it’s clear in his eyes that he likes it a lot.
He doesn’t answer my question.Instead, he turns back to focus on the drive.We sit in silence for a minute while my thoughts all converge around what he was really saying.
