Callie was totally aware of as her gaze swept down his body, lingering pointedly on that bulge in his jeans before slowly moving back up again, her gaze challenging as it met his. “It appears it wasn’t all playacting on your part earlier.”
“Who the— I never once said I didn’t want you too,” he bit out impatiently.
“No, you didn’t, did you?” She strolled into the kitchen, the silk of her robe a caress across those aroused nipples, hips swaying provocatively as she crossed the room on bare legs to where the bread and toaster were. She turned to look at him beneath lowered lashes. “But you still used my arousal against me.”
“If you think back I believe it was against me —”
“The next time, you’ll be the one doing the begging,” she warned.
The next time?
Jesus Christ , Lijah hadn’t thought he had anything left inside him after relieving himself twice in half an hour, but the top of his cock was now definitely leaking cum all over his boxers. He cleared his throat. “On my knees?”
Callie laughed softly—triumphantly?—under her breath. “Preferably, yes.”
He wanted to get down on his knees right now, bury his face between her thighs, and lap up—
“Not now, of course,” Callie dismissed—as if she had known exactly what he was thinking. “I’m only interested in drinking tea and eating toast at the moment. Want some?” She arched mocking brows.
She was tormenting him. Deliberately fucking tormenting him.
And he deserved it.
He so fucking deserved it.
“Thanks,” he accepted dryly.
“My pleasure,” she purred.
Lijah drew in a deep and controlled breath, eyes raised to the ceiling as he slowly counted to ten. Nope, not making the slightest bit of difference. His cock was still hard and throbbing, and his balls ached.
“One or two? Slices of toast,” she taunted at his questioning glance.
“One. Thank you.” He gave an irritated shake of his head as Callie began to hum a tune softly under her breath. “You’re enjoying yourself far too much at my expense.”
Surprisingly, Callie was enjoying herself, when she had been feeling more than a little sorry for herself when she came down the stairs earlier. There was definitely something to be said for payback, and that telling bulge in Lijah’s jeans gave her the perfect way in which to take it.
That heavy weight seemed to have lifted off her chest in the last few minutes. She might have felt humiliated earlier, and ached with physical frustration, but it felt good to know Lijah had suffered too. That he was still suffering.
She turned to give him a knowing smile. “One or two sugars in your tea, or are you sweet enough already?”
“One,” he growled.
Callie chuckled softly under her breath. She really did feel so much better just seeing that telling bulge in Lijah’s jeans and his obvious discomfort.
“Do you ever sleep?” she prompted once the tea and toast were made and Lijah had cleared a space on the breakfast bar for them to eat by pushing her father’s papers to one end.
“When I don’t have a constant hard-on, yes,” he bit out between gritted teeth.
A blush warmed her cheeks. “Did you find anything in Daddy’s papers?”
Lijah glanced at those papers. “Peter seems to have narrowed it down to three names in the Washington area, yes.”
Callie instantly tensed, fingers tightening about her mug of tea. “Which are?”
“The actor Sean O’Donnell, Senator Jacob Stockton, and millionaire businessman Brian Taylor.”
She stared at him blankly for several moments as the full import of those names broke through the barrier she had placed about the memories of that night six months ago. As one memory in particular pierced through with startling clarity.
“What the— Callie!” Lijah moved quickly round the breakfast bar. “Whoa.” He caught her as she swayed on the barstool. “Callie?” He helped her to straighten up.
She gave a shake of her head as if to clear it. “I
“Who the— I never once said I didn’t want you too,” he bit out impatiently.
“No, you didn’t, did you?” She strolled into the kitchen, the silk of her robe a caress across those aroused nipples, hips swaying provocatively as she crossed the room on bare legs to where the bread and toaster were. She turned to look at him beneath lowered lashes. “But you still used my arousal against me.”
“If you think back I believe it was against me —”
“The next time, you’ll be the one doing the begging,” she warned.
The next time?
Jesus Christ , Lijah hadn’t thought he had anything left inside him after relieving himself twice in half an hour, but the top of his cock was now definitely leaking cum all over his boxers. He cleared his throat. “On my knees?”
Callie laughed softly—triumphantly?—under her breath. “Preferably, yes.”
He wanted to get down on his knees right now, bury his face between her thighs, and lap up—
“Not now, of course,” Callie dismissed—as if she had known exactly what he was thinking. “I’m only interested in drinking tea and eating toast at the moment. Want some?” She arched mocking brows.
She was tormenting him. Deliberately fucking tormenting him.
And he deserved it.
He so fucking deserved it.
“Thanks,” he accepted dryly.
“My pleasure,” she purred.
Lijah drew in a deep and controlled breath, eyes raised to the ceiling as he slowly counted to ten. Nope, not making the slightest bit of difference. His cock was still hard and throbbing, and his balls ached.
“One or two? Slices of toast,” she taunted at his questioning glance.
“One. Thank you.” He gave an irritated shake of his head as Callie began to hum a tune softly under her breath. “You’re enjoying yourself far too much at my expense.”
Surprisingly, Callie was enjoying herself, when she had been feeling more than a little sorry for herself when she came down the stairs earlier. There was definitely something to be said for payback, and that telling bulge in Lijah’s jeans gave her the perfect way in which to take it.
That heavy weight seemed to have lifted off her chest in the last few minutes. She might have felt humiliated earlier, and ached with physical frustration, but it felt good to know Lijah had suffered too. That he was still suffering.
She turned to give him a knowing smile. “One or two sugars in your tea, or are you sweet enough already?”
“One,” he growled.
Callie chuckled softly under her breath. She really did feel so much better just seeing that telling bulge in Lijah’s jeans and his obvious discomfort.
“Do you ever sleep?” she prompted once the tea and toast were made and Lijah had cleared a space on the breakfast bar for them to eat by pushing her father’s papers to one end.
“When I don’t have a constant hard-on, yes,” he bit out between gritted teeth.
A blush warmed her cheeks. “Did you find anything in Daddy’s papers?”
Lijah glanced at those papers. “Peter seems to have narrowed it down to three names in the Washington area, yes.”
Callie instantly tensed, fingers tightening about her mug of tea. “Which are?”
“The actor Sean O’Donnell, Senator Jacob Stockton, and millionaire businessman Brian Taylor.”
She stared at him blankly for several moments as the full import of those names broke through the barrier she had placed about the memories of that night six months ago. As one memory in particular pierced through with startling clarity.
“What the— Callie!” Lijah moved quickly round the breakfast bar. “Whoa.” He caught her as she swayed on the barstool. “Callie?” He helped her to straighten up.
She gave a shake of her head as if to clear it. “I
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