What in the hell had I been thinking?
Reuniting with Brooke after so many days apart in a public restaurant was the worst idea ever. And I couldn’t even begin to understand why James and Winter were here, too. James was supposed to deliver Brooke to Callihan’s, not invite himself along on a double date—with my baby sister for fuck’s sake! Asshole. The restaurant was situated on the level directly above the Blackstone Global offices, and just below the helipad. I’d thought it would be extra convenient for me to arrive via chopper, and then merely take the elevator down to meet Brooke for dinner. But things were not even remotely going to plan tonight.
Fail.
I’d wanted Brooke alone in a private dining corner of Callihan’s where we could make out over a plate of food and not have to worry about being seen. After dinner we would’ve taken the elevator down to my executive offices where I’d give her the grand tour, and if she were game—we’d break in the bed in my attached en suite apartment. Then I would’ve taken her home to the penthouse and fucked the longing I’d lived with for the last seven days out of my system, until we were both too exhausted to move. Finally, I would have fallen asleep with my beautiful woman safe in my arms and in my bed.
That was how this motherfucking night was supposed to go.
But—no—I was being cock blocked by my best friend while trying to tamp down a raging hard-on.
Brooke was sitting beside me, though, and I had zero complaints about that. Inhaling the scent of oranges, I squeezed her hand under the table and turned to her ear. “I want to be alone with you so badly I might die before this dinner is over,” I whispered.
She curled her neck into my lips and laughed quietly. “I’m not in the slightest bit hungry, Caleb . . . for dinner,” she answered so softly only I heard.
Not one more second was wasted before I was standing up from my chair and helping Brooke from hers. As soon as I comprehended what she’d said to me, I knew I was done here with the public show. I needed privacy and her naked—and in that order. “We have to leave,” I said.
“But you just got here,” James said. “What about your dinners?”
“It’s an emergency, so thank you for picking up the tab for this one. Next time is on me.” I really hoped he heard the silent you fucking idiot attached to the end of my explanation. I think my sister did, because she looked away with her lips pressed together like she was trying to hold back from laughing. Christ, I hoped he could get Winter home safely without any problems. What the fuck is wrong with you tonight, James? If I wasn’t so desperate to be with Brooke, I would probably be worried about him.
Nah.
As I got her the hell out of Callihan’s, I knew my desperation for Brooke far outweighed any worry I could possibly ever have for James.
THE second the elevator doors shut, I had my tongue in her mouth and my hands up her top. I found breasts, and held one in each hand, remembering the weight and shape as I tried to get in close to her. I thumbed her nipples through the material of her bra and felt them tighten as she moaned sexily in my mouth. Doors opened. I prayed there was nobody standing behind me getting one hell of a show, because only a bullet to the head would’ve probably stopped me, I was so needy to touch her.
Not true.
Brooke had the magic, calming presence capable of settling me down.
She had equal powers really, because she could make me instantly wild and raging to take her, but then switch me down to a more mellow need—just by using her voice. Both worked in tandem, but only she held that power over me. Nobody else had ever possessed such powers, and never would in the future, either—only her.
Brooke put her hands to my face and pushed me back a bit out of her personal space, her lips sensuously red and puffy already. My whole body throbbed at how sexy she looked with her swollen lips. Lips I could imagine wrapped around my hard cock in a few, short minutes.
“Let’s go.” I pulled her by the hand out of the elevator.
“Where are you taking me, Caleb?”
“My office has a suite with a bed in it.” Relevant information was all that was needed here. My Brooke was very smart, and I knew she would understand.
I think I was nearly at a run, and dragging Brooke along by the hand, when we made it inside the executive offices of Blackstone Global, and then the suite. I fumbled for lights and made sure to lock the door. The most critical tasks were behind me now.
Thank fuck.
“How has my beautiful girl been?” I asked against her neck.
“Dying to be with you again,” she said as her hands buried in my hair.
Yeah, I might come before my dick ever made it inside her.
“Get naked for me, baby.”
“Okay,” she said breathily as she bent down to unzip her boots.