Chapter Fifteen
EMMETT
As I stepped into the club, the smell of alcohol and sweat hit me like a fucking brick wall. “Seriously, Wick?” I groaned, glancing around at the writhing mass of bodies. I wasn’t here to pick up women. I was thoroughly wrapped up in one woman: Callie.
Wick grinned and slapped me on the back. “Lighten up, man. You need to get laid.”
I eyed the crowd with disdain. None of these women could measure up to her. “Nah, I’m good.”
My thoughts turned to my birthday a few years back—a night that had shaped me in ways it was hard to analyze without the help of a professional.
"Come on, birthday boy," she purred, her hand sliding down my chest. "Let's celebrate."
She was all long legs and seductive smiles. In my drunken haze, I let Brittany—Bethany? Brandy?—lead me to the dance floor.
Before I knew it, we were a tangle of limbs and lips as we tumbled out of the elevator and through my apartment door. I lost myself in her, pretending it was more than a quick fuck.
But in the harsh light of morning, reality came crashing down. I woke up to an empty bed and a tabloid headline splashed across my phone screen: "Price Industries Heir's Wild Night Out!"
Brittany-Bethany-Brandy had sold our private moments to the highest bidder. She used me for my name and my wealth. Just like all the others.
As we made our way to a table, I felt a twinge of disappointment. I’d rather be at home right now. Honestly, I’d rather be with Callie, but that wasn’t going to happen. We had agreed to keep things professional.
It was the right decision.
In the past couple of weeks, things had been less awkward between us. She had been avoiding me less and seemed more comfortable being alone with me. And I’d kept myself in check. It was harder than I imagined. The more time I spent with her, the more I fell for her.
And I couldn’t tell her.
I couldn’t tell her I loved the way her nose crinkled when she laughed.
I couldn’t tell her I loved how she bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought.
I couldn’t tell her I loved the little sound she made when she was pleased with her work.
Or how her green eyes lit up when she smiled.
I couldn’t tell her how much I loved simply being near her.
I am so fucked.
As we settled into the plush leather booth, a server approached to take our order. I kept my eyes down, still irritated that Wick had dragged me to this clean-in-one-way-but-very-dirty-in-another club.
“What can I get you?” a familiar voice purred.
My head snapped up. Standing before me, in a skimpy black corset and mini-skirt, was Callie. Our eyes locked. Hers widened in surprise before her expression shifted into a coy smile. “Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Price,” she said, glancing between Wick and me.
I suppressed a groan, heat flooding my body. She looked incredible—her curves on full display in that tiny outfit, crimson lips turned up teasingly.
Wick let out a low whistle. “Hey, Callie. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
Her laugh sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. “You boys know what you want, or should I come back?”
Fuck, yes, I know what I want. I want to rip off that poor excuse for a shirt and run my tongue over the swells of those perfect fucking tits. Christ.
“Whiskey neat,” I managed.
“And a double vodka tonic, please.”
“You got it.”
As she walked away, I noticed the sway of her hips and the way her skirt hugged her ass like a glove. I clenched my fists in my lap and swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
How the hell was I supposed to keep things professional now? Callie was here, serving us drinks in an outfit that sent every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock.
Wick’s laugh brought me back to reality. “Dude, you are so fucked.”
I dragged my hands down my face and groaned. “You’re not kidding. She looks…”
“Hot as fuck?”
I glared at him, and he threw up his hands placatingly.
“She’s all yours, man. Except, well…not.” Wick’s grin made me want to punch him in his smug face. I shook my head as he scanned the crowd, presumably deciding which of the all-too-willing women he would honor with his advances tonight.
Callie returned with our drinks. We exchanged a quick glance, and I saw a fire in her eyes that mirrored the inferno raging in me.
“Alright, you two. Let me know if you need anything else.” She winked at me and sauntered away. Hungry eyes trailed her. She turned the head of every warm-blooded man in this club. I hated the way they looked at her.
“Alright, my man,” Wick said, rubbing his hands together before draining his glass in one long pull. “Watch and learn.” He rose from our booth and made his way to the dance floor, leaving me alone to nurse my drink.
Years ago, I’d have been right behind him, but not now.
The moment I set down my empty glass, another appeared in front of me, placed by a familiar delicate hand. I lifted my eyes from the table, and we held each other’s gaze. The tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Callie licked her lips and my heart stuttered painfully in my chest.
“You should be out there, too. If I recall correctly, you’re an excellent dancer.” There was mischief in her eye when she grinned at me. I realized this was the first time she had intentionally brought up the night of the fundraiser.
Does she think about that night as much as I do? I’d fucked my fist daily at the mere memory of kissing her.
“There’s nothing for me out there.” Her smile faltered. My meaning was clear. She was the only person in this club for me.
“May I?” she asked, nodding her head toward Wick’s empty seat.
“Is that allowed? Fraternizing with the customers?”
She shrugged. “My job is to make sure our customers are satisfied.” Her tone dripped with innuendo. “Would it satisfy you if I joined you?”
“Not even close.”
She looked crestfallen until I moved farther into the booth and motioned for her to sit next to me. If this was as much as I could get from her—innocent flirting when she could pretend to be a different person—I’d take it.
She moved toward me with feline grace. Her body slid along the smooth surface of the seat until our shoulders touched.
Her luminous eyes held mine, and she wore a knowing smile.
She knew what she was doing to me. Her hand brushed my thigh; a tantalizing touch that sent jolts of pleasure through me.
It was all I could do not to gasp. She leaned in closer, stealing my breath with the sweet smell of her skin.
“Emmett.” Her voice was honeyed silk against my ear. “Do you want to know what would satisfy me?”
I swallowed, unable to take my eyes off her.
What the fuck is happening?
Who was this person, and where did Callie go? She had set very clear boundaries, and in the last sixty seconds, she had leaped clear over them. She had shed her all-too-serious professional skin and revealed a teasing, sensual goddess.
If I wasn’t fucked before, I definitely was now.
“What would satisfy you, Cal?”
The question hung in the air: loaded and ripe for plucking. Every fiber in me yearned to hear her answer, but she remained silent, tracing lazy patterns up my thigh toward my groin. My throbbing cock strained against my zipper.
“Should I roll my eyes at you so we can both find out?” she asked, batting her lashes.
It took me a moment to process her meaning.
“Roll your eyes at me again and I will bend you over this table and fuck you right here.”
My physical restraint at that moment should have won me some kind of award. But the next words out of my mouth were anything but restrained. “Is that what you think about, baby? When you go home at night and touch yourself?”
She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. It felt like an invitation—like she was waiting for me to make the next move.
I shifted slightly so I could lean down and taste the fragrant skin at that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Her soft moan pushed at the limits of my self-control. She shivered as I ran my nose along her neck, stopping at her ear.
“Tell me, Callie,” I said, my voice husky with need. “Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded again.
“I need to hear you say it, baby.”
“Please, Emmett,” she breathed. “Please touch me.”
“Mm, I love hearing you beg.” My hand met the velvety skin of her thigh and her hand stilled on mine, gripping it tightly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
My fingers traced idle circles across her leg, and her breathing sped up. I continued kissing her neck as I slid my hand further up her thigh. Heat radiated from her center, and I knew she’d be wet for me.
She arched her back, silently urging me on, her skin flushed with desire. Her swirling emotions were written on her face, and I knew she was as lost in the moment as I was.
She was panting now, her eyes hooded with desire.
“Emmett, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I hooked a finger through her soaked panties and pulled them to the side before running a finger along her slick seam.
“Jesus Christ, Callie. You’re so fucking wet. Is all this for me?”
“Yes,” she hissed. She quivered against my touch, her breath hitching as I teased slow circles around her sensitive bud.
“You like that, baby?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“More, Emmett. Please.”
I circled faster. She moaned in my ear, clinging to me. I could feel her climax building, her body tensing and her breath coming in sharp gasps.
And then she shattered. Her orgasm hit like a wrecking ball, her body convulsing against mine while the noise of the club drowned out her cries. Every gasp, every shudder drove my own lust higher. I held her close, feeling her heart pound as she came down from her high.
“Fuck, Callie.” I pulled my hand from her skirt and stuck my fingers in my mouth, moaning as I tasted her. “So fucking good.”
She blew out a harsh breath and simply said, “yeah.”
We were both fucked. There was no coming back from this. It was too good.
“Emmett, I—”
“Please, don’t, Callie. Just let us have tonight.”
She nodded again. “Will you kiss me?”
I chuckled. Kissing had seemed too intimate. I hadn’t wanted to spook her—not after the last time. But an invitation to kiss the woman who occupied my every thought?
I funneled all the desire I felt for her into that kiss. When her lips parted slightly, I took that invitation, too. As our tongues intertwined, she palmed my cock, and it twitched in response. She gasped into my mouth and pulled back, eyes wide.
I gripped her wrist, stopping any further movement. “Callie, you don’t have to.”
She frowned. “But you didn’t—”
“Trust me, I’m more than fine.” I gently removed her hand from my cock, instantly missing its warmth. But I could wait. I wanted to wait until she was truly ready and not just drunk off her own orgasm. “Do you need to get back to work?”
“Probably, but I really don’t want to leave you, you know, like this.” She gestured toward my crotch, her nose scrunching adorably.
I couldn’t help laughing. “That’s very considerate of you, Miss Winters, but I promise, you’ve given me enough material to fuck my fist for years.”
She gave me a wry smile, nose crinkling even further. “Too much information, Mr. Price. I really didn’t need to know that about my boss.”
I clutched my chest. “You wound me.”
She laughed. The sound was warm and light and everything. “I really do need to get back, but um, thank you?”
“You are quite welcome.” I winked at her as she slid out of the booth and righted her clothes. Her face was flushed, and she had never looked more beautiful. She glanced at me sidelong, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Then she hurried away.
When she was gone, I adjusted my stiff cock in my pants. After sending Wick a text to tell him I was bailing, I gave my girl a generous tip and went home to jerk off to the memory of her coming on my fingers.