How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,79
of her.
Callie half smiled.
There was no hiding my dick when it was hard.
She rocked back and forth again. “Somebody is happy to see me.”
My hands moved around to her sides and I stopped her. “You do that again, Callie, and I’m going to fuck you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Are you here to tease me or are we getting down to business?” I asked.
“Everything between us is business,” she said. She leaned down and put her lips close to mine. “You really want to go out on a double date?”
“No,” I said. “But Liam asked. He’s my best friend.”
“So you’re trying to show me that you’re a decent guy,” she whispered.
“No. I just want to take you out on his dime and then bring you back here and fuck you all night.”
Callie let out a groan and moved her body in a way that was just…
My hands moved under her ass and I lifted her up.
My dick started to leak. Once again, she was going to turn me into a minute man.
“I guess we can go,” she said. “Are you going to give me your credit card so I can shop? That’s what a good husband would do?”
I took a deep breath, smelling her hair, skin, and perfume.
Just having her on me…
“Sure,” I said. “Anything for my wife. Get yourself something nice to wear. Look pretty for tonight.”
Callie laughed.
She moved her hands to my chest and pushed.
She popped off from my lap in a second and stood there.
My pants stood no match to my dick being mostly full, I was pitching a tent high enough for ten people to camp out under for a week.
“I don’t need your credit card, Jackson,” she said. “Remember something about me…”
“What?” I asked.
Callie leaned down and put her hands to the couch.
Her tits were right in my face.
Covered by her shirt… but still…
She lowered her mouth down to my ear.
“Remember this… I can always take care of myself on my own. I don’t ever need you.”
I curled my lip.
She made me angry and turned on.
She made me…
Callie laughed.
Then she bit my ear.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Callie
I danced on one foot as I hurried to the door, still trying to mess with my hair.
Jackson couldn’t just knock once. He had no problem bursting into my apartment any other time. But tonight he decided to just stand there and knock like a jerk until I answered.
When I opened the door, all I could see were flowers.
It was the biggest bouquet of flowers I had never seen in my life.
“These are for you, sweetie,” Jackson said as he stepped into the apartment.
I took the heavy vase from him and needed both hands to hold it.
I walked it to the counter and felt my cheeks turning red.
“This is over the top,” I said.
“You’re worth it,” he said.
I spun around and he moved right at me.
His hands touching my cheeks. His lips moving down to mine.
We kissed. Soft and quiet for moment.
When he broke the kiss, I swallowed hard.
“How was that?” he asked. “Making sure we have this down pat for tonight.”
“Um… yeah. Good. Sure. Very good.”
Jackson laughed. “Then again, Liam knows. I’m sure Miranda does too.”
“And you’re sure about this?” I asked.
“I never get to see Liam like this,” Jackson said. “I don’t do the dating thing.”
“Just the fucking, right?”
“What can I say… I like to skip to the best part.”
“Then why are we even going out?” I teased.
Jackson let out a loud breath. “Now if you start tempting me…”
I pushed at his chest. “Down, Jackson. I didn’t spend all this time getting ready just to stay home. Take me out. Make me feel pretty.”
I started to walk by him and he grabbed my wrist. “You are pretty, Callie. Whether you’re dressed up or down. Clothed or naked.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
I shook his hold away and went to the couch and sat down.
My high heels were on the floor.
I mentally began to curse them.
I hated wearing them so much, but I wanted to complete the outfit.
Even if I was going out with Jackson, it was a night out.
A chance to eat some fancy food and drink some fancy wine.
Sadly, the last time I was out was the night I went to the strip club with Jackson and Vince.
This was a chance to look and feel like a woman.
Plus, Jackson wanted to do this fake marriage over the top? So be it.
The flowers on my counter looked more like a chunk of someone’s landscaping.