How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,58
slipped Jackson.
I forgot to lock the fucking door all the way.
“What are…”
“Get out,” I said. “I’ll scream for help right now, Jackson. I swear on my-”
Jackson pushed me against the wall and put his mouth to mine.
Only he didn’t kiss me.
I shivered for a second as he moved the lower half of his body against mine.
I shut my eyes and groaned.
No, Callie… you can’t come because of him…
“My wife should never have to do this alone,” Jackson whispered.
His right hand touched my leg and I jumped.
“Jackson…”
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said. “I dare you to tell me to stop right now.”
His hand ran along my inner thigh, leaving a trail of tingles that were going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
When he spoke, his lips touched mine.
Again, we weren’t kissing.
When I felt his fingers touch between my legs, over my panties, right where my fingers were a minute ago, my knees began to bend.
I drove my hips forward, aching for more of his touch.
Jackson applied more pressure and moved up, twisting his thick, middle finger to my clit.
She (my clit) screamed in my core with ecstasy, knowing it was finally the touch of someone other than myself.
I quickly slapped Jackson’s hand away.
“No,” I said.
“Fair enough,” he whispered and backed away. “You’re going to regret that, Callie.”
Jackson smirked and exited the bathroom stall.
I stood there and tried to catch my breath.
My body was so… ready…
I felt pulses and throbs from deep within my core.
If I had balls, they would have been bright blue.
When I caught my breath I opened the stall door and stepped out.
A middle-aged woman stared at me through the mirror, holding lipstick to her lips.
I smiled. “Careful of those martinis. They sneak up on you.”
The woman didn’t make a move.
In other words, she heard and saw everything.
I ran from the bathroom, my face bright red.
I was mortified.
And still way too turned on for my own good.
I looked for Jackson again but only found Derrick.
That’s when Jackson’s proposal went through my head.
He gets to sleep with Maggie. I get to sleep with Derrick.
We both could get off without touching one another.
It would save the marriage.
Save the bonus.
Save each other from ourselves.
What other choice did I have?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jackson
I had my ways of getting into Callie’s apartment.
The night was far from over.
I had no idea what kind of games she thought she was playing back at the charity event. Staring at me with those drunk, fuck me eyes. And then chasing her down to the bathroom only to find herself about to double tap her mouse…
The image refused to leave my mind.
So I really had no choice but to go into her apartment and wait for her to return home.
I needed to make sure my wife was okay, right?
That’s what a good husband did.
The first thing I did was check her fridge.
I really had no idea what to expect.
Was Callie a yogurt and kale kind of woman? Or was she a spoiled milk container and leftover food from three nights ago kind of woman?
She was a bit of both.
She had the largest container of spring mix I ever saw in the fridge.
I laughed.
Spring mix was just a fancy way of saying all the shit that grows that tastes terrible but you’ll eat it because we call it spring mix.
Her milk wasn’t expired for two days.
But she had a smaller container of milk that expired a week ago.
She was flustered and in a hurry all the time.
Her home life was definitely different than her work life.
That I already knew from our coffee dates each morning.
There was a shelf in the fridge dedicated to soy sauce and duck sauce packets.
Meaning she packed that shit up from her old place and moved it.
I laughed, picturing her arguing with that crazy woman she used to live with, saying she was taking half the soy sauce packets.
That was just Callie though, right?
I walked to the living room and found a bra on the coffee table.
I sat down on the couch and stared at the bra.
It had some size to it… but I already knew it would. Callie’s cleavage was like the water cooler at the office. It never stopped giving.
I also had seen most of one of her breasts the other night.