Page 94 of Score on You

“Do you want a house like this?”

Her gaze meets mine. “No, it’s too… much. I’d get lost every day.”

My arm cinches around her waist, pulling until we’re locked in a hug. “Don’t worry, sweetness. I’ll always find you.”

She sighs into my embrace. “This is really nice.”

“It’s my goal to please you,” I murmur into her hair.

Callie draws in a deep breath, which I imagine fills her lungs with my scent. “You’ve gone above and beyond.”

My laughter jostles her head on my chest. “I’ve barely begun. Can I feed you?”

She peers up at me from under hooded eyelids. There’s a rosy blush staining her cheeks, leading me to believe she’s in the mood for something other than food. “Yes.”

I link her fingers with mine, steering us toward the kitchen. The open concept demands recognition and has more square footage than my entire first floor. Luke is probably overcompensating for what he lacks in other departments. “Showy bastard. He’s gonna catch a bunch of shit for this.”

Callie giggles. “It’s extremely elegant.”

“Sure,” I grunt.

“Walter would’ve worn himself out sliding on these tiles.” She taps the nearest white slab with her toe. “I wonder if he feels abandoned.”

I scoff. “He’s in very excellent care.”

“Sydney was honored when we asked her to watch him.”

My head bobs. “She takes puppy sitting very seriously.”

Callie suddenly gasps, peeking through a set of French doors. A huge arrangement of chrysanthemums sits in the center of a massive dining table. “Oh, my! Those are stunning.”

“Glad they arrived on time,” I note absently.

Her focus swings back to me. “You ordered them?”

I nod again. “There should be more in our room.”

Unshed tears glisten in her stare. “You went through a lot of trouble for me.”

I cage her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting until her lips are upturned for me to kiss. “There’s never trouble when you’re involved.”

“Tell that to your customers,” she teases against my mouth.

“That’s their own damn fault.” But I can’t be too pissed considering where that night led. And once my mind wanders between her legs, it’s impossible to stop.

I’ve feasted on her at every available opportunity since that evening. The memory of Callie’s taste on my tongue from breakfast in bed this morning is still fresh, but hours on the road have passed since then. Something gleams from beside me to snatch my attention. I smirk at what’s waiting for recognition.

The granite island is large enough to serve as a buffet. My mind travels to a more explicit meal. Callie splayed out, wriggling in rapture. I’d lick any excess that dribbles onto the smooth surface. Arousal pulses from behind my zipper, making the denim stretch tight.

I widen my stance while glancing behind me. “What’re the chances we can find cherries in there?”

Warmth melts the blue in her eyes into a lustful shade. “You’re bad.”

My smirk is dipped in filthy intentions. “You love it.”

“I do.”

“Only one way to find out.” I back to the fridge, refusing to let Callie leave my sight.

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