Wicked
tongue to lick along hers. Her stomach tumbled in warmth and renewed desire.“You taste sweet.”
“You’re the bedroom dominant. Shouldn’t I be feeding you?” she asked when he fed her another bite.
He shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way. At least not in my mind. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy. You’ll be doing enough servicing of me in the bedroom,” he said with a wicked gleam.
“Devil.”
“Wicked woman.”
He popped another strawberry in her mouth, then followed it up with a kiss. She sighed in utter contentment and smiled at the man she loved.
If only she’d known what she’d been missing all these years, she’d have given up control a long time ago.
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one
Jack Fellows was hot. Hot, hot, hot. Dayum hot.
And totally and completely out of Callie Jameson’s league. Not even on the same planet.
She sighed as she poured a coffee refill for one of her regular customers, offering up the famous Jameson smile. Her coffee shop was her livelihood, her life’s blood. She loved this place, had started with nothing and now had a decent, if modest, business going. And that’s what she needed to concentrate on.
Not fantasizing about sex with a guy she saw once a day Monday through Friday. She served him coffee, they exchanged a couple sentences, and that was it.
In the business world, he was executive and she was service. And never the twain shall meet. Especially in the bedroom.
“Mornin’ gorgeous,” Jack said as he stepped up to the counter.
Thank God her skin was dark enough to hide the blush. Really, how old was she, anyway? She should be long past the blushing stage. “Mornin’ yourself, Jack. The usual?”
He arched a dark brow and studied the menu. “I think I’m in the mood for something different today.”
How about a nice coffee-shop owner, a widow, under thirty-five, hasn’t had sex in far too long, and extremely needy. God, she was pathetic. Like Mr. White Bread Executive would ever in a million years entertain the idea. “Take your time. Looks like you’re the end of my morning rush.”
He did a quick pivot to look behind him, then turned back to her. “Guess I’m running late this morning. Had a long night at the office finishing up some business.”
So did she. Wrapping up inventory. She cleaned the counters while she waited. Oh, she could have easily walked away and had one of the other girls wait on Jack. But hell, a woman had to have one thrill out of a routine day, didn’t she?
“How about a black-and-white this morning?”
She couldn’t help it. She snorted. Talk about hitting the mark. “Sure. Coming right up.” Black-and-white. Good God.
“You think I made a bad choice?” he asked.
She propped her arms up on the high countertop. “I think you made a fantastic choice, Jack.”
He paid. She gave him the change, and stepped to the other end of the counter to hand him the coffee.
“It’s going to be hot today,” he said.
Hell, she was already hot, though it had nothing to do with the weather and more to do with the six foot four, tanned, chiseled centerfold man in front of her. What she wouldn’t give to see him out of his impeccable business suit. She bet he dressed down just fine. Worn jeans, sleeveless shirts showing off broad shoulders and bulging biceps. Her mouth watered, and her pussy clenched. Too bad she couldn’t masturbate at work. But tonight at home, Jack would be the man of her dreams. Then again, he often was. If only he knew how often she came thinking about fucking him, about climbing onto his dick and riding him until they both got off.
Yeah, it was going to be hot today, all right.
“I heard we had a big heat wave coming. Guess I’ll be hanging out by the pool at the country club today,” she replied with a wink.
“Now you’re teasing me.”
“You’re so perceptive, Jack.”
“Anytime you want to lounge by the pool at the country club, you just give me a holler. I’ll be happy to take you.”
Then he shocked the hell out of her by pulling out his business card and a pen, jotting a number on the back, and sliding it across the counter. “I’d love to take a dip with you sometime, Callie. Or anywhere else for that matter. Why don’t you give me a call if you’re interested, and we can plan something?”
Speechless, she stared down at the card and back up at him.
“Have a good one, Callie.” He turned and walked toward the door, nodding at Blair, who just happened to be walking in at that moment. Blair did a complete turnaround before heading toward the counter, then took one look at Callie’s expression and arched a brow.
“You can close your mouth now, Callie.”
Callie blinked, stared down at the business card Jack had left, and pocketed it. “What are you doing here?”
Blair batted her lashes at Callie. “Nice to see you, too.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“And I’m here because I have a client meeting downtown, and I want coffee, darlin’. Why else would I be here? But now that I am, tell me who that gorgeous hunk of dick on two legs was?”
“Jack Fellows.” She stared out the door.
“Who is he? How well do you know him, and how come you’ve never told Abby or me about him before?”
“He works around here,” Callie said, trying to shake off Jack’s mesmerizing effect. “Comes in for coffee every morning. Don’t know him other than as a customer. And that’s why I’ve never told you or Abby about him. There’s nothing to tell.”
“Uh-huh.” Blair tapped the counter with her fingernails and pursed her lips.
“Don’t even think about it. There’s nothing going on between Jack and me.”
“He sure had a helluva grin when he walked out of here.”
Callie shrugged and walked out from