Page 90 of Score on You

“You’re not my intended audience.”

The meddlesome bartender peeks around me. “She’s sitting pretty. Ready and waiting for whatever you have planned.”

“That’s not for you to worry about. Get gone and drive safe.” I usher her outside and lock the deadbolt before she can consider a response.

Harper was the final pain in my ass to vacate the premises. Now it’s just me and Callie. If only it could always be this way. A guy can dream.

After shutting off the lights, I take a breath to calm the frenzy my brain has scrambled into. I turn around slowly. Only the soft glow from behind the liquor display illuminates the space. It’s more than enough to define Callie’s flawless beauty. But I’d be able to identify her in the pitch dark.

She’s perched on her stool like the prim and proper queen she is. Her tits are nearly spilling out of that fucking dress. The sight is an erotic fantasy on steroids.

It’s a shame so many others got to witness the view. The reminder threatens to rekindle my frustration, but she couldn’t care less about them. Callie showed up tonight to see me. She won’t even speak to them, reserving her words for my ears. I’m the only man she deems worthy to worship her.

“Looks like you’ve got me all to yourself, love.”

“Just the way I like it,” she murmurs.

“Should’ve said so sooner. It was my pleasure to kick those fools to the curb.”

“That was rather entertaining.” Callie tilts her head, admiring me from across the room. “How long are we staying here?”

My eyes narrow playfully. “Got somewhere else to be?”

She giggles. “Not really, but Walter is home alone.”

“Well,” I drawl and begin striding forward. “That’s entirely up to you.”

“How so?”

“You hold the power. Indefinitely, sweetness.”

“In that case…” Her sentence trails off when she begins rummaging in her purse. “Can I snap a picture of you?”

I freeze. “Now?”

“Mhmm,” she breathes. “You look… intense.”

“And you like that?”

“Very much so.”

My chest expands and I spread my arms wide. “Then take your best shot.”

She whips out the vintage Polaroid as if this is a memory to cherish. The thought almost drops me to my knees. But I’m not close enough yet.

Lust pumps into my veins as I stalk toward her. I don’t want to scare her, but my need for this woman is slightly terrifying. Although she never cowers from my obsessive version of devotion.

To prove my point, Callie takes the opportunity to capture an image of me in this state. Her fingers pluck the film free and she fans herself with it. She smiles when I rumble my approval, as if we’re equal parts infatuated.

I arrive in front of her and immediately kneel at her feet. My mouth goes dry while I inhale her addictive elixir of vanilla and sexual ambitions. Her legs are the finest silk beneath my palms. I roam along the smooth expanse until she noticeably clenches.

“What’re you doing down there, boyfriend?”

Rather than answer, I chew on anticipation and delayed gratification. “You chose this dress for yourself, but did you think it would drive me to the brink of insanity?”

Callie bites her bottom lip. “Do you like it?”

“Fuck,” I chuckle. “That’s an offensive understatement. I contemplated burning the bar to the ground to get rid of the distractions. My attention is solely meant for you.”

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