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“I must be thinking about my other best friend,” I grin at him, watching that smile he’s trying to hide spread across his face. “Gee that dimple is adorable. I bet that’s opened a thousand doors for you, huh?”
“What? No,” he protests, swatting my hand away when I reach up to prod it.
“Oh look at it. It’s so cute.”
“Stop, Casey. The dimple is off limits,” he returns, trying to be all stern with me. Even that’s cute too.
“What? Why?” I gasp. “Best friends should be able to touch their best friend’s dimples whenever they want. It’s in the contract we signed this morning.”
“In blood?”
“Exactly. It’s like, incontrovertible now.”
“Do you even know what that word means?” he laughs at me as we reach the underground carpark.
“Yes. It means if you deny me you might have to give me your soul.” Harrison just shakes his head at me as we reach my Range Rover, and I unlock the doors. “Face it, Harry. That dimple is mine now.”
“I will dispute that to my dying breath.”
“I don’t know why you’re protesting so hard. All I want is to be able to touch it whenever I want.”
“And you don’t see the issue with that?”
“Nope. Afraid not,” I reply as we slide into the front seats, and I start up the car. His sigh is music to my ears as I put the car into drive and head out onto the road. “So, now that we’ve established my rights to your dimple, want to pick up something for dinner on the way home?”
“Sure,” he says with only half a sigh this time. I take that as the win it is.
CHAPTER 7
harrison
Turns out trying to put up professional barriers between Casey Calloway and myself is about as futile as humans inhabiting Neptune. He just can’t take no for an answer and even when he does, well, he breaks my heart into a million different pieces with his puppy dog eyes.
I had really needed a break from him yesterday after our session on the treatment bed. His breathy moans and whimpers andoh Harry, right there’shad turned me on something fierce, and it was only pure dumb luck he didn’t notice how hard I was beneath the table.
He’s just so determinedly oblivious, showing off his perfect abs while I was actively trying to temper the directional flow of my blood. Touching my stomach while I was already so achingly hard for him.
I’d tried to tell him I’d find my own way home, but I could see how hurt he was by my rejection that I literally couldn’t live with myself. So I’d stuffed all my rampant desire and lust for him into the flimsy compartment in my head that has already burst at the seams and let him take me home. Of course, that turned intoanother night sharing dinner with him at my apartment and now even my private space smells like him.
I. Am. Going. Insane.
I am definitely going to find a gay club tonight because if I don’t have sex within the next twenty-four-hour period I might actually explode.
I just have to get through another full day of Casey Calloway before I can make that happen.
Of course, he doesn’t make that easy for me because of course today is pool day. And of course Casey Calloway is wearing his teeny tiny Speedos and showing off all but a handful of inches of his perfect body. The handful of inches that I happen to be most keenly interested in.
He’s your best friend,I chant to myself as he hauls himself out of the pool, water dripping down every inch of his body, muscles rippling and creating interesting rivulets I want to lick up.
He isnotmy best friend. Because best friends might want to poke each other’s dimples, but they do not want to slam each other up against the nearest wall and tear that scrap of material to shreds.
Sweet Lord, save me.
Casey towels off his hair as he steps towards me, completely and utterly oblivious of his effect on me. If he knew, he’d at least have the decency to cover that body of his with his towel. Or a thick woollen blanket. That trademark cheeky grin covers his face as he looks up at me on the pool deck. I already know I’m about to cave in to whatever demand he has of me.
“So, I’m heading out for a drink with Sonny and Izak tonight. You should come with.”
He’s towelling his hair, but droplets of water are still weaving a path through his abs, and I have to force my eyes away.
