Page 20 of Wreck Me

A sexy shimmer of sin glinted in her eye at my remark, and I smirked as a response. Despite the waiter pissing me off, she had somehow grounded me and the anger dissipated practically the moment he had walked away. Still, I felt like an ass for how I reacted and knew if I wanted to keep from falling into my father’s shadow, I needed to know when to man up and apologize.

“I’m sorry for my reaction. The waiter couldn’t take his eyes off you and I reacted. Thank you for pulling me out of the anger.”

“That server is a pig, Caleb. I’m positive he thought my breasts were the ones ordering my dinner, and not the face attached to the tits. Don’t let people like that bother you. Trust me, it’s been happening my entire life. Actually, that was mild.”

“Well, it wasn’t mild to me. I’m not used to—this.” I gestured between us. “I never thought I’d be a jealous man, but here we are, I guess.”

“You have nothing to be jealous of, trust me. I won’t call Tanner until you and I are over. Don’t worry.”

“Very funny,” I growled. Standing, I grabbed the side of her chair, pulling her closer to where I sat. The sound of her chair scraping the floor made a terrible noise, drawing the attention of the table across from us. I smiled at the family before taking my seat again, leaning into Isla. I nuzzled her hair with my nose, my lips grazing her earlobe before I whispered dirty promises.

“You’re going to pay for your comment later, baby. I’ll let you think about your punishment through dinner. Do you want to know your options?”

“Yes,” she purred, leaning into me as my hand came up and wrapped around the back of her neck.

I pulled her earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it gently for a moment before releasing it. “Option one: I’ll alternate between fucking your pussy and fucking your face like the dirty slut you are, only stopping when you’re sputtering and gagging, and your makeup is running down your cheeks like a river.”

I bit my cheek to hide my smile as she inhaled a sharp breath and a warm pink flushed over her skin. “And option two?”

“Oh baby, who said there were only two options? Option two: I will worship your gorgeous body, taking my time and edge you to the point of actual tears streaming down your face as you beg for your release, which may never come.”

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, squirming slightly in her chair. Her hand came to rest on my upper thigh, her fingers brushing against my rock hard cock straining against the fabric of my pants. “And option three?” she asked, running her knuckles across my bulge. I caught her hand, moving it back to my thigh and forcing it to still.

“Option three: you crawl under the table before dinner is done and suck me off. I want you sloppy, wet, and panting beneath the table, holding me off untilTannercomes back. Then the second you hear his voice, I’ll explode down your throat as I pay the check. You have until I finish my meal to decide, Starlight. The choice is yours.”

CHAPTERTWELVE

Holy shit.

A rush of wetness seeped into my panties from the filthy seduction Caleb whispered—no growled—against my ear. My brain couldn’t formulate words, so I nodded my head in rapid succession, looking far too eager to get under the table to suck him off.

Our bodies stayed molded together as the rest of the restaurant fell away, making me forget where I was. My full focus was on the man beside me. The way our breath mingled. The feel of his hand over mine as it rested on his thigh. My heart raced, and the excitement of the spicy promises tingled inside me.

Oh my god. Caleb was straight out of a spicy romance novel and I was totally here for it.

Does that make me the main character?

Yessssssss.

An awkward gurgle of a throat clearing had me look up, and I saw our server clutching two glasses of water. His eyes bounced between me and Caleb as he set one water down in front of Caleb, and placed my glass in front of the empty place setting where I once sat.

“Your meals will be out shortly,” he muttered, turning away from us as he did, leaving our table.

Caleb reached over the candle centerpiece and grabbed my water, placing it in front of me, since the server didn’t. “My guy is salty as hell. So jealous he can’t have my girl.” He placed a kiss on my jaw before reaching back over and grabbed my silverware.

“He can be jealous all he wants,” I said as I shrugged, my eyes fixated on Caleb as he settled back in his chair. He shifted his body slightly, bending his arm over the back of his chair so it draped over, while his wrist rested on the top.

“So, what are your plans for the Thanksgiving break? Do you think you’ll start putting the bug in your father’s ear about not taking over his company and going to veterinary school instead?”

His words surprised me, catching me off guard. I reached up and twisted a lock of hair around my finger as I thought of how to answer him. Our last conversation on the subject we had tossed around the idea of me beginning to lay the foundation to the ultimately gigantic conversation my father and I needed to have, but I had ended it by brushing it off and telling Caleb maybe I would after the holidays. No need to ruin a perfectly good Thanksgiving dinner by going against your father’s only purpose of having a next of kin.

I twisted the hair tighter, the strands cutting off circulation. “Um, no… Maybe after the holidays, remember?”

“Thanksgiving is still three weeks away. Don’t you think you’ll want to start bringing it up?”

“Why are you pushing it? I told you I would talk to him after the holidays,” I snapped, feeling frustrated this is where he steered the conversation.

“I just hate knowing he holds this over you. I want you to follow your dream.”

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