How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,82
am, sweetie,” he said. He closed in on me. “A jerk that’s going to spend the night, right?”
I pushed him away. “We’ve already fucked. I don’t need you here anymore.”
“Damn,” he said. “You make Miranda seem nice.”
“Don’t ever say that again,” I said with a smile. “Plus, if you’re staying, you don’t have pajamas to wear.”
“I’ll wear my birthday suit,” he said. “Just like you will too.”
“You think you’re getting seconds?” I asked.
Jackson nodded. “I can predict the future. And in a few minutes, I’m going to be inside you again.”
I laughed.
He slipped a hand to the small of my back and pulled me close.
Our eyes met and we both fell into complete silence.
Just staring.
Not kissing.
Not dirty touching.
Not hurrying to have sex again.
Just… staring…
Ut-oh.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jackson
Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday we spent at my place.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday we spent at Callie’s place.
It was kind of becoming this schedule between us.
I made sure she had food in her fridge.
She made sure to try and leave a bra dangling from the back of my couch.
When that happened, I hooked my finger under the bra and walked it right over to her apartment.
That’s where I drew the line.
Just to be herself, Callie walked to the fridge and brought me the dozen eggs I had bought so I could cook her breakfast one morning.
Not only did she bring it to me, she slammed it against my chest, breaking seven of the twelve eggs.
I smiled.
I never wanted someone so bad in all my life.
I closed a folder on my desk and exhaled a long breath and yawned.
Three in the afternoon and I was tired.
That’s because Callie had me up until well past two. Every time we tried to watch some girly chick flick, all I had to do to stop the pain was flick between her legs against her soft clit and it was like turning the key on in a fast car.
She would jump me in her bed and ride me until she had no more breath.
Back and forth… back and forth…
I stood up from my desk and saw Callie in her office, on her phone.
Leaning forward, looking at her computer screen, laughing.
My eyes - of course - looked right at her cleavage.
I knew what was under there.
My hands and mouth had savored her…
I cleared my throat and walked out of my office to hers.
I gave a quick knock and she looked at me.
“Let me call you back, Frank,” she said.
“Frank?” I asked.
“Yeah. Problem?”
“What are you getting done for graphics?” I asked.
“None of your business.”
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Again… none of your business.”
“You’re not taking on one of Vince’s crazy ideas, are you? Is it the space thing? You know Eddie told him it was stupid.”
“I like a challenge.”
“Not with this.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” Callie asked.
“For this, I am,” I said. “He’ll lose his pants in the deal. The company will suffer. This is a bad idea, Callie.”
“I’m sorry, are you my boss?”
I curled my lip. I moved closer to her.
She turned to face off with me.
God, she’s fucking beautiful. She’s fucking bold and perfect and…
I touched her face.
I slowly grinned.
“Are you done?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. I lowered my lips to hers for a quick kiss. “My place tonight?”
“No,” she said. “Mine.”
“No chick flicks.”
“No pizza.”
“Then what are we going to eat?” I asked.
“Make me something,” she said.
“I’ll make you dinner, sweetie.”
She pushed at my chest. “Go. I’m busy today.”
I walked out of her office and looked back over my shoulder.
She was still staring at me.
That’s when something hit me.
We had just done that entire thing without anyone around or watching.
Did that mean it was real?
I made a stir-fry for Callie.
I went total fancy for her too. Complete with her choice of meat. She picked steak, chicken and shrimp, so I cooked some of each.
When she requested I cook shirtless, I did.
She sat at the counter and drank beer like she was one of the guys.
I had everything just about ready to go when Callie stood up and stepped behind me.
I looked down and watched her hands reach into the front of my shorts.
Both hands touching my cock while pushing my shorts down, letting my cock pop free.
She must have forgotten my size because if I didn’t jump back my cock would have been part of the stir-fry.
That probably would have been Callie’s favorite part for sure.
I turned the burner off and stepped back to give myself more room.
Both of her pretty little hands stroked up and down my