Page 173 of Crazy for this Girl

“This isn’t low-key. It’s crowded as hell, and hot.”

“Or maybe it’s because I wanted to see you again in one of these short-ass dresses that show off more than I’d like other men to see, Laynee. Take your pick.” Then he presses his lips into my temple. “I’ll give you a hint, though. If you pick the latter, you’d be right.”

He steps back from me, giving me room so he can spin me around and pulls me flush against his chest again. Peering down at me with so much hunger in his eyes, I’m starting to feel like I’m about to be pounced on at any minute.

“Why did you bring them here tonight? Thursdays are college nights.”

He elevates his whole face. “Why did you come here? You cougaring it tonight?”

I laugh but still wrinkle my nose at his suggestion. “Ew, no, it’s Marie’s bachelorette party.”

His brows knit. “Who?”

“Cal,” I chide. “Your receptionist.”

“Oh.” His face returns back to serious. “The Dum Dum chick.”

I chuckle, shaking my head because leave it to Cal to have a nickname. “Stop.”

“I’ll stop when you tell me why I keep finding you here. The female to male ratio here is always like ten to one. If you’re looking for your husband here, Laynee, you’re fucked.”

“Not necessarily. I have ten to choose from.”

His eyes narrow. “What, pizza boys? How great is it for you to pick which food chain you’d like better, Pizza Hut or some mom and pop shop?”

“I dunno, Cal. You were the pizza whore. Maybe you should flip sides.”

“Mhm.” His fingers splay possessively over the top of my ass. “I like your cunt in my mouth too much to put a dick into it, but I can live through you and allow you to tell me how mine was.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“So, why are you here again?” he presses not so subtly. “Second time I’ve found you surrounded around boys who’s parents are paying for their education. I thought you graduated.”

“I did.”

“So…”

“I used to work here. I know everyone, and they pour a little extra liquor in my drinks because they love me.”

“Not hard to do.”

“You’re learning quick.”

Cal leans over, hovering his mouth over mine as he lightly grips the tight fabric of my dress, projecting an electrifying thrill up my chest. “I do already know you, a lot, actually. I’m aware of when you’re ready to speak, when you’ve reached your limits, and I know how you like your pussy licked. Now I’m just working on getting inside your head, so you’ll let me fuck you like I have before.”

I try to plaster a solemn look on my face, but I can’t. He’s too goddamn sexy and fantasy come to life for me. He’s freaking Cal. The Cal. The only man in this entire universe that owns me like no one else ever will.

“I’d rather you do it for me actually,” he continues, ogling my lips. “I’ve always wanted to know how it finally feels to be fucked by you, Laynee.”

Geezus.

The song begins to end, and that’s when Cal grabs my hand and leads me out of the people still dancing. We hit the hallway to the bathroom, but instead of pulling me inside one, he goes all the way to the end of it where the orange emergency exit door is.

Shoving me against it, he starts bundling up the material of my dress.

“We can’t do this here,” I mutter. “Someone is going to see us.”

“I got you. No one is going to see you while I’m standing here.”

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