Page 54 of Headed for Home

“I’ll show you where it is, beauty.” Drake rests a palm at the small of my back, using the other to point at Ridge and Callie. “Don’t do anything I would do while we’re gone, kids.”

I laugh while allowing him to steer me across the lawn. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That’s for them to figure out.”

Cassidy startles at seeing me loitering in the hallway when she opens the door. “I could’ve found my way. You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“And miss this opportunity?” I straighten and stalk toward her.

“What’re you planning, trouble?”

My gaze carves a path along her curves. “I haven’t tasted your pussy in weeks and I’m famished.”

Her eyes round into saucers. “Now?”

I step into her at the threshold of the bathroom. “Can’t think of a better time.”

“We’re at your friend’s engagement party.”

“And?”

“There’s a bunch of people outside.” She gestures wildly.

“Better make it quick then.”

“Or we could wait until later.”

A sharp shake of my head rejects her suggestion. “I’m going to get on my knees, worship your pleasure, and beg you to forgive me.”

“You’ve already been forgiven.”

“Not to my liking.”

“Going down on me is what it takes?”

“It’s a start.”

Her mouth works soundlessly. “I’m not even sure how to respond to that.”

“Just accept it.”

Cassidy furrows her brow. “But—”

I swoop down to silence her with a kiss. She melts into me, which I interpret as a positive sign. My tongue swipes out to test the limits of her wavering inhibitions. Her lips part on a sigh and a green flag raises along with my arousal. But this isn’t about me.

“Imagine this as a scene in one of your romance novels.” The temperature in the small room spikes at least ten degrees when I shut the door. “I bet you’ve read one that’s similar. We can turn fiction into reality.”

Desire smolders in her green eyes and she squirms. “Yes.”

“That’s my good girlfriend.”

A moan slips from her. “I think you might’ve uncovered a praise kink.”

My cock twitches from that sultry rasp. “If you listen, I’ll reward you.”

“With an orgasm?”

“If we quit stalling.” My hands hover over the one-piece contraption Cassidy considers an outfit. “How do I get this off?”

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