Page 166 of The First Taste
I shrug, glancing away and sipping my drink. “I can be funny sometimes. Mostly when I am drunk.”
She nods slowly. “It’s just not something I associate with you as a person.”
“What can I say, I’m multifaceted. You didn’t think that you could know me for less than a month and already have me all figured out, did you?”
Two spots of pink appear in the apples of her cheeks. She wrinkles her nose humorously. “I guess not. But… does your comedic turn mean you are drunk right now?”
Setting my drink on the bar, I move toward her, skimming my hands along the outside of her bare thighs. “I’m getting there. Don’t worry, beauty. My dick is still hard as a fucking rock right now, looking at you in that little dress.”
She bites her lip playfully, placing her hand on my shoulder to pull my ear closer to her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Thinking about when I straddled your lap and you rubbed my pussy…”
Growling softly, I stand up and pull her hard against the wall of my muscular body. She makes a soft sound of surprise, looking up at me. She’s so soft, so feminine. So innocent, a rose whose petals are ready to be plucked.
I bite my lip, whispering in her ear. “I’m going to ruin you, Kaia. After we finally fuck, no other man will ever make you cream the same way.”
She looks at me, sucking in a breath. I reach up and drag my thumb across the fullness of her sensitive bottom lip. She leans her head back a little, her lips parting, her eyes closing halfway.
I can’t help but kiss her, pressing my lips against her hot mouth. Her fingers curl around my nape; she moans ever so softly as I sweep the inside of her mouth with my tongue.
She’s so fucking sweet that I almost can’t stand it. I groan and press her closer, my hand sliding down from her waist to cup her ass.
My cock throbs, pressed between our bodies. A stray image pops into my head of her on her knees, her mouth open wide as I bury my cock deep and fuck her face. The feeling of her tongue working against mine makes my whole body shudder.
I pull back, ready to tell her that we should go to my limo. But over her shoulder, I see Honor standing with her hands on her hips. She’s wearing a little silver dress and showing off a lot of skin. It would be hotter if I didn’t know that she was out at a bar while she was pregnant. She looks at both of us, her lips twisting sourly.
“Am I seeing things?” she asks. “Because if I’m not mistaken, this is one of the dancers that the New York Ballet brought in to replace me.”
Kaia’s eyes widen and she steps away from me, glancing back at Honor. “Says who?”
“Don’t engage with your predecessor, Kaia. She’s clearly been trolling the NYB’s website, angry at being replaced.” I tilt my head to the side. “How is being pregnant going for you, Honor?”
She scoffs. “Like you can judge me. I know that you two are not supposed to be all over each other like this. I mean, you’re supposed to be her teacher, Calum. Jesus.”
I shoot her a glare. “We should go, Kaia.”
Honor blocks our path. “Seriously? The last time I checked, you were obsessed with me. I practically had to take a restraining order on your fucking ass. What happened?”
I slide my arm around Kaia’s waist, tugging her close as I start to maneuver around Honor. “You had plenty of chances, Honor. Clearly I’ve found a replacement for you.”
Kaia does a double take. “What?”
Honor bares her teeth. “I want my job back, Calum.”
I shake my head, pulling Kaia along with me. “I don’t really care.”
“I’ll report you both!” Honor calls after us.
I stop, releasing Kaia from my grip. Turning around slowly, I send Honor a smoldering glare. “You’re an aging, bitter, disgraced former employee. I don’t think that anyone will listen to you make accusations against me, the primary supporter of the ballet company.” I smirk. “So go right ahead. I would love to get you on record so that my fleet of personal attorneys can destroy you.”
Honor’s eyes widen. “Calum?—“
I shake my head, spinning back to Kaia. “Let’s go.”
Kaia lets me pull her along, glancing back as we leave the bar. We step outside and my limousine is already waiting. I get the door, pulling it open for her.
But she doesn’t get in. Her eyebrows are drawn down, her mouth is twisted to the side. “Is what you said true? Am I really just a replacement for Honor?”
That gives me pause. “No. I don’t… it’s more complicated than that. Can you get in the fucking car?”
