Page 2 of Wanted

“As if you couldn’t get one elsewhere.” She laughed it off but she couldn’t help wondering. There was a lot more to Cale Parker than met the eye. So what, exactly, did her brother know about Tony’s best friend that she didn’t?

Saying nothing, he sent his weeble over to the shelves. When the miniature Cale took down a book, she squealed like a kid.

“Wow, Cale. Just wow.”

She sat back and crossed her legs, trying not to react when his gaze dropped and lingered. They were sitting awfully close. Realizing that, she discreetly rolled her chair away and reached for her purse. “I’m calling Spence right now. He’ll bite.”

“No, wait.” He laid a hand on her thigh just beneath the hem of her denim skirt and directed his attention back to the screen. “Let me show you something first. Grab the mouse.”

She followed his directive, entirely too aware of his large, rough palm on her bare flesh.Tony’s best friend, remember?

She did remember. That was part of the problem. Because sometimes when she fantasized about her lover, he wasn’t alone. Sometimes his constant companion outside bed climbed between the sheets with them.

And they didn’t curl up and take a nap.

“Now what?” she asked, shaking off her prurient thoughts.

“Click on that book over there and enter a book title.”

“Which title?”

“How aboutKama Sutra?”

Catching her tongue between her teeth, she typed in the title and swallowed hard as his low chuckle shot tingles down her spine.

Cale was too hot. Sizzle-worthy and then some. His shaggy brown hair slid into wolfish blue eyes and his smile promised hours of wicked fun. He seemed best suited to back rooms with black lights, where he’d do very bad things to young, sexy babes while dirty-talking them through the most explosive orgasms of their lives.

He also happened to be young himself. As young as Tony, barely thirty. She’d seen thirty-nine on her last birthday and the next loomed far too close for comfort.

Theoretically both Tony and Cale should be off-limits. Which only made her want them more.

“Now hit enter. Then click on Marcia.”

With some maneuvering, weeble Marcia pulled down a book. It flipped open the width of the screen, allowing her to read a sample. “Oh my gosh. That’ll work on any book?”

“Once I do some tweaks, yeah. I linked theKama Sutraas my test title.” The hand on her leg flexed, his fingers lightly indenting her skin. Her pussy flashed damp. Shit, he might as well have whispered details about the Tigress position in her ear.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Jeez, hadn’t Tony finished making his sandwich yet?

“Nice choice.” She turned her attention away from the screen to avoid reading anything sex-related. With the current state of her panties, she didn’t need any help. Unfortunately she faced Cale instead and found herself caught in his intense blue gaze. Sometimes his eyes seemed cold. Icy even.

Not right now.

“I thought so.”

Heat washed over her, but whether it was from his look or from the mad dancing of her inner lust demons, she couldn’t say. “Well, I’m sold. Let me call Spence.”

“One more thing.” He grabbed the mouse, moved it around until weeble Cale was standing next to weeble Marcia. This time when his little hand shot out, it looked like he was grabbing her breast.

She couldn’t stop the laughter. “Oh God, I can see this site being used for naughty purposes.”

“Can’t do more than grab unfortunately.” He grinned. “That’s as far as it goes.”

She nudged his hand off the mouse and took over. Weeble Marcia skated forward and bumped into weeble Cale hard enough that they both fell backward. “So what can I grab on you, huh?” she asked as she tried to figure out how to get little Marcia to stand up again.

“Anything you want.”

His husky tone drew her sharp glance. Instead of looking away, he held her gaze and licked his lips. Slowly. Maddeningly. Inciting more liquid to rush between her thighs.

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