Page 57 of Both Sides Now

Holy fuck.

My own personal burlesque dancer.

Calli winks at me, biting that pouty lower lip as she turns to face me again. “Strippers aren’t the only ones with moves.”

No way I’m keeping my hands to myself.

I grasp her wrists, locking them behind her back as I haul her close, her breasts pressing against my chest. So much for that cold shower. “When I get back, you’re showing me the rest. You’re showing me everything.”

Her lips brush mine, a hint of champagne evident on her breath. “Depends on if you’re good or not.”

She barely has the last word out when I claim her mouth. That delightfully dirty mouth I’ve been craving since that medical dinner. I slide my tongue against hers and release my grip on her hands, twisting my fingers deep in her curls.

Pulling her tighter, I slide one hand around her throat and hold her in the kiss, demanding everything she has to give. But Calli is all too eager to play, as she moans into my mouth and wraps her hands along my hips.

She’s as desperate as I am.

Calli pulls away, delivering tiny nibbles to my lower lip and sending shock waves through my system. “Youaregood.”

I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my damn life. Knowing I’m getting to her, too, is the ultimate ego boost.

I trail kisses down the column of her throat, high off her intoxicating scent. “Trust me, Calli. I’mverygood. Want to place a bet on how many times I’ll make you come tonight?”

“I’m counting on several, but do we have to wait until tonight?”

Her heated, honeyed whisper damn near takes me over the edge.

Fuck no, we don’t.

I let out a low chuckle and duck my head to tease her nipples with my tongue, never letting her out of my embrace. When a low moan falls from her lips, I grip her tighter, sucking and nipping at her skin. “Get this skirt off. I want my head between your legs. I want to hear you screaming my name, Calli.”

“Only if I get to return the favor,” she murmurs, her hands knotting in my hair and holding my mouth flush against her skin.

The knock at the door is so loud that it reverberates through the room. I jerk my head up, trying to collect my thoughts.

Who the fuck dares to bother me now?

“Hey Keegan, let’s go. The limo is waiting on you.”

Damn it.

Why couldn’t it be room service? Why does it have to be my cousin, also known as the groom, on the other side of the door?

With a huffed sigh, I rest my head on Calli’s shoulder. “I need an excuse to make him go away.”

Calli shakes her head, her hands drifting along my chest. “No, you don’t. Just know I’ll be here when you’re done playing.”

“I cannot leave here like this,” I argue.

It’s a valid argument.

Calli giggles, her gaze skating down my body to rest on my fully erect cock, straining against my jeans. Then, just to be truly sadistic, she drags her nails along my cock, her hands sliding down to cup my balls. I buck against her touch, knowing I’m about ten seconds away from ripping every stitch of clothing from her body and telling my cousin to fuck off without me.

“Hmm … you’ll be more impressive than the strippers tonight.”

Another laugh rises from her chest. I love her laugh—husky and sexy as hell. Even if right now, she’s laughing at my predicament.

I’ll make her pay later.

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