Page 19 of Crazy Love

My chest heaves, no matter how hard I try to control it. “Are you an exhibitionist?”

Anthony chuckles. “There’s a time and a place for it.”

Visions of Anthony shoving my tights down and taking me right here, where anyone could see, flash through my mind, and my thighs clench.

“Let’s get something straight,” I force out. “I might be a woman who likes sex, but you’re dreaming if you think I’m going to give it to you in plain sight.”

“And I might be a man wholovessex, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take you outdoors for everyone to see.”

“Really? Is that why you’ve bailed me up against this wall with talk of exhibitionism?”

“It’s all part of my catalogue of moves, Red. Surely you know that.”

Anthony leans back to peer down at me, the challenge evident on his face. He removes his hand from my neck and slides his thumb over my chin, tilting my head back ever-so-slightly.

Kiss me, kiss me, KISS ME.

A mischievous smirk spreads across Anthony’s mouth as he lowers his face to mine. “Thinking about caving, Red?”

“Not even slightly, Bonetti.”

He presses his hips to mine, and my mouth drops open on a sigh at his hardness. “I’d say you’re dangerously close to conceding there,” I whisper, embarrassed by the shake in my tone.

Anthony continues his soft, but deadly assault of gentle kisses up the other side of my neck. “If you check the rules ma’am, we agreed that a kiss on the lips sealed the deal.”

“That’s one hell of a loophole,” I pant.

“You only have yourself to blame.”

He rolls his hips again and a whimper escapes my mouth. Anthony tenses at the sound and he reaches around to grip the back of my neck.

His muscular chest crushes against my breasts. My fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, fisting it into my hands as he grinds against me again and again. Heat builds below my stomach; my breaths growing more rampant. He leans back to look at me, his mouth parted as he watches my pleasure build.

“Kali! I’ve got the dumpster guys on the phone.Kali!”

Meg’s annoyed screeches break me out of my trance, and I push against Anthony’s body, his eyes blinking as though he’s caught in the same haze as me.

“I’ve gotta go,” I croak, shoving his shoulder as I push past him. “Pick up that rubbish!”

I don’t miss the way he smirks at my frazzled demeanour or how he unashamedly adjusts his crotch.

Lord, help me.

11

ANTHONY

The laser-cutmachine comes to a halt, and I shut it off, removing the plank of wood from the table. Every time I use this thing, I’m impressed with its accuracy. I know technology means you can’t really mess this up, but it still blows me away what a template in one of these machines can do. If you have your settings right, it’ll cut out whatever you want.

In this case, a mandala. It’s a new one for me and one of the most complex templates I’ve ever created. The machine might do all the hard work, but it’s going to take a lot of patience from me to put the pieces together. A lot of checking and re-checking before I even think about getting the glue out. Especially because I keep getting distracted.

Kali’s lust-filled gaze, the sound of her pants, the way she’d gripped my shirt and pulled me closer. I’ve taken the memory of me pushing her up against that wall and cut it down into bite-sized moments, replaying them over and over so they’re now branded in my mind.

Blood rushes to my dick as I remember how Kali’s hips moved against mine. She wanted it as badly as I did. I wonder if one of us would’ve caved if we’d been alone. I take a deep breath, willing my junk to behave itself, but it’s useless. My junk is almost bursting through the fabric of my pants at mere memories.

“Looks good.” Patrick abruptly appears at my side, peering at the sheets of timber, all with different patterns and cut-outs.

“My hard-on or the artwork?”

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