Casanova(80)

“Yeah? Tell that to your cock.”

“I’m trying,” he admitted. “He’s not listening.”

“He?” He referred to his cock as ‘he?’

“Shh. Don’t say it so loud if you’re going to be mean. He might get upset.”

I raised my eyebrows again. “Really?”

Brett grinned. “He has feelings. And right now he’s feeling like ditching this party and burying himself inside you.”

I blinked at him in the mirror. “I don’t know if this was deliberate, but congratulations, you’ve officially gone far enough off track that I think I’ve forgotten why I shouldn’t wear this dress.” I stepped forward, and in the mirror, I caught his gaze dropping to my ass.

He stared unashamedly until he probably realized I wasn’t moving anymore. “It’s gonna be so hard not to spank you every time I see your ass tonight.”

“You manage not to smack my ass quite a lot. Do the same tonight.”

“I’m not sure you understand how hard it is.”

I glanced back and down at his pants. “Pretty clear on that.”

His grin was devilish when I looked back up and caught sight of his tie.

“Oh, wait.” I turned and stepped into him.

“What?”

“Your tie.”

He tilted his head back as I went for his undone top button. I slipped it through the buttonhole and trailed my fingertips down to his tie. It didn’t need much tightening, so it only took one soft push to put it back into place properly.

“There,” I said quietly, resting my fingers on the smooth satin. “Perfect.”

Brett looked down at me and smiled. “Thank you,” he replied, trailing his hand down the curve of my jaw. He dipped his head and brushed his lips over mine oh-so-lightly that if I didn’t feel the tingle of his touch, I could well have imagined it. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”

“Okay.” I pulled my clutch off the dressing table and, after verifying my phone was inside, I nodded to him. “Let’s go.”





“I hope you realize you’re going to be glued to my side all night,” Brett murmured in my ear as we walked across the vast ballroom-type room toward our table.

“Really?” I replied just as quietly. “Your vice-like grip on my side didn’t clue me in to that at all.”

“Damn, then I’m not holding you tight enough.” He twitched his fingers to tighten his grip, but the teasing way he did it just tickled me.

“Stop it,” I breathed out. “It tickles.”

“Hmm.” He turned his face into the side of my hair as he pulled my chair out for me.

“What’s ‘hmm?’“ I leaned back and looked at him.

“Nothing.” His lips curved up sexily. “Just me wondering if it’ll tickle you as much when I use my mouth there.”

A shiver ran down my spine and I—somehow—managed to repress an entire-body shudder at his words.

“You’ll have to wait to find out, won’t you?” I flashed him a playful grin and took my seat.

His gaze was hot on me even as he eased my chair forward. “Hmm.”

“You’re hmm-y today.”

“Hmm-y? Is that even a word?”

“Did I just say it?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s a word.”

Brett sat down, fighting his smile. “You can’t just make up words to suit you.”

I blinked at him. “You’re talking a bunch of words that were once made up to suit people.”

He stared at me for a second before lightly shaking his head. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to argue that fact.”

I picked up my glass of water. “Can’t argue the truth.”

“You’re sassy tonight.”

“It’s the knowledge I wield a weapon capable of driving a man to torture.” I sipped and put the glass back down. “I’d probably not be so sassy if you stopped looking at me like you want to eat me.”

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “But I do want to eat you. Until you scream, to be precise.”

I blushed. Hard.

Brett laughed under his breath as he sat back in his chair properly. He looked oddly proud of himself, and judging by how hot my cheeks were, it was no surprise.

He had me blushing so hotly you could lie me on my side and fry an egg on my cheek.

Awesome.

“Behave yourself,” I demanded, clearing my throat.

“I have been ever since you came back.” He peered sideways at me. “Now it’s all pent up inside and I need to get it out.”

“Or you could grow up.”

“I could, but saying a few more things that’ll make you blush like that seems like way more fun.”

I pursed my lips, but my response was cut off by Camille’s arrival to the table.

She stared at me as she sat down. “Why are you blushing like that?”

Of course, that only made me blush harder and Brett laugh again.

“On second thought, I don’t want to know.” She smoothed out her black dress and scooted her chair in. She leaned right forward and looked at her brother. “Keep it to yourself. I don’t want to hear it.”