Page 21 of Strong Coffee

He looked at me then, his mouth mere inches from mine. “I don’t know if he would enjoy watching because I don’t know that part of him. He never let me in, which is one of the reasons why we never worked.”

I searched his face. For a sign that he was lying? That he was trying to play games with me? I wasn’t sure but I knew that I needed to take this a little further. I needed to know what Brady liked and didn’t like. I needed to knowhim, if it was the last damn thing I ever did. I would learn everything I could about this man who had invaded my life in such a short amount of time.

“Wouldyoulike that, Brady? Would you like being watched?” My hand slid farther up his inner thigh.

“What are you doing, Cam?” Brady asked, his voice rough.

“I’m seeing how far I can push you because I want to find out what you like.”

He stared at me. “Really?”

Pulling away from him, I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”

“Isn’t this just...” He looked around him before leaning toward me. “Sex?” he added with a whisper.

I rolled my eyes. “We wanted to see where this goes, remember? Or are you changing your mind on me already?”

Brady searched my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but whatever it was, he wouldn’t find it because Ididwant to see where this went. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. I needed to getto know him better and I sure as hell wanted to build a relationship with him.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I do remember. Just double-checking thatyouremember.”

“Of course, I fucking remember.” I stood from my chair. “I’m going to the bathroom. I think you should join me.” Before he could say anything, I left and made my way to the back of the café. It didn’t matter that he was part owner of this establishment. It didn’t matter that people he knew, his best friends, were there. What mattered at the moment was him and me.

Once I entered the bathroom, I waited. A part of me wasn’t sure if Brady would actually follow me. Another part hoped he would because that sadistic side of me wanted Shane to walk in on us. Or at the very least, walk by the bathroom door and hear Brady making sounds that were only ever meant for me.

“What the hell are we doing?”

I smirked, turning to find Brady standing at the open door.

Instead of answering, I stomped up to him, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him against me.

He gasped, his eyes darkening.

“What we are doing, is having a little fun.” Slamming him up against the nearest wall, I shoved my hips against his. “What do you think your little Shane would do if he walked in right now?”

“He probably wouldn’t say anything and just turn back around and walk out.”

“Really?” Lowering my mouth to Brady’s jaw, I nipped at the skin. “How come? It isn’t fun if he doesn’t at least say something.”

“He hasn’t said a whole lot to me lately.” Brady leaned his head to the right, giving me better access to his throat.

“Well...” Reaching between us, I lowered the zipper of his jeans and reached my hand inside. “Let’s test your theory.”

Brady’s cock was hot and heavy in my hand. His moans filled my ears as I slowly pumped my hand up and down a part of him that I was quickly becoming obsessed with. He thrust his hips forward and back. While I wanted to fall deep inside of him, this was hot as hell. Watching him become unraveled. Watching his eyes flick to the closed door beside him every so often, waiting for someone to come in and catch us.

I wasn’t usually the possessive type. Not until I met Brady it seemed.

But I found that I wanted Shane to walk in on us. I wanted him to see that Brady had moved on.

“Cam,” Brady groaned my name, pulling me from my thoughts.

“You like fucking my hand, baby?” I whispered in his ear.

A low rumble left his chest. In a quick move, he had his hand around my throat.

My eyes widened at the sudden change in him.

Brady spun us around, shoving me up against the wall. “I’m not normally the dominant type,” he mumbled, licking up the side of my throat. “But it seems that you’re changing things in me. I’m not sure how I feel about that either.”

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