How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,56
I driving myself crazy? Yes I am. Am I insanely horny right now? You bet. But knowing you’re feeling it ten times worse… that makes it worth it.”
Callie backed away and put her fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.
I gritted my teeth. “That’s how this is going to go then?”
“I better get back inside,” Callie said.
“Why? So you can make your date rock hard and leave him hanging?”
“Just like I’m doing to you?” she asked.
“You know, you’re putting a lot of trust in me,” I said. “Who’s to say I don’t just fuck Maggie anyway and tell her to shut her mouth. I’ve got a big bonus coming. I can spare a little change to send her to Paris.”
“That’s up to you, Jackson,” Callie said. “Maybe I can do the same with Derrick.”
She started to walk away and I grabbed her arm.
“It’s driving you crazy I’m here with Maggie,” I said. “You think you’re good at hiding it, but you’re not. You’re half drunk and fully pissed off.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Callie teased.
I pulled her close to me again.
I moved an inch down to kiss her but stopped myself.
Kissing for the hell of it… that wasn’t going to work. That was going to lead to problems.
But this entire thing was a problem to begin with.
So what really fucking mattered?
I leaned down some more and Callie grabbed my face.
“Don’t blow this for me,” she said.
“Don’t blow Derrick,” I said.
“We’ll see,” she replied.
She pushed away from me and walked back into the event.
I stared at her curves and her ass in the dress.
I curled up my fists tight.
My dick throbbed.
I was feeling things I never thought I’d feel…
I smiled.
I definitely picked out the right dress for her to wear.
Consider me a good husband.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Callie
I was turned on and pissed.
That seemed to be the Jackson specialty.
The guy drove me crazy. In good ways and bad.
I went right back to the bar where I had been.
My drink was gone.
Of course it fucking was.
I whistled for the bartender.
He looked at me a little funny for whistling.
I didn’t care.
I needed a drink. Stat.
Jackson needed to end up in the back of my mind.
I only had another hour to go at the event and then I could casually slip out and get a ride home. From there, I’d lock my door, shower, and do whatever I felt like doing in the comfort and privacy of my own place.
But I needed to change something up.
My fingers going to town on my clit each night while picturing Jackson naked in the shower, touching his cock… that was going to get me into trouble.
I needed something else to visualize.
I scanned everyone at the event and stopped at Derrick.
Some cougar had her hand on his arm, squeezing tight. I could almost see her knees wobbling from where I was. I rolled my eyes. If Derrick even tried it with her, he’d break her hip. She was too old and when he went into jackhammer-slash-I’m-coming mode, it could get annoying watching the room bouncing around for ten seconds until he popped.
Derrick turned his head and caught me staring.
He smiled.
I looked away.
I downed my martini and ordered another.
They were catching up to me.
I was rapidly going from buzzed to drunk with each drink I consumed..
Drunk at a charity event was a bad idea.
The logical voice in my head told me to stop.
But I sipped the next drink and that voice shut the hell up for good.
I was then treated to the feeling of someone staring at me.
I slowly turned my head and saw Jackson.
Across the room.
His eyes devouring me.
Not blinking.
Sending warm pulses to places on my body that were only going to ruin this entire thing between us.
I stared back at Jackson with the same intensity.
If he wanted to do this…
Then let’s do it.
We could eye fuck each other all night from across the room.
While all these people were talking business and opening their checkbooks for a good cause, my eyes begged to see Jackson reach into his suit pants and pull out his throbbing cock. And I knew he wanted more than anything to have me pull the front of my dress down and let him see my full and perfect breasts.
I sipped my martini.
He sipped a glass of something.
Maggie entered the frame, touching his arm.
Jealousy ripped through me and I felt like going up to the bitch and slamming my glass against her sculpted face.