Page 43 of Shake Your Boo Thang

“Liz is right, you know. Even though it’s only been a wee while since we started investigating together, these last few days I’ve felt more alive and energized than I have since before the accident.”

Callum’s set the mood and clearly brought his A-game when it comes to a first date. Now it’s my turn to step up to the plate.

Go bold or go home, Beau.

With that mantra playing on repeat in my head, I get up and promptly straddle Callum’s legs. My knees rest by his hips and my ass settles on his thighs as I face him.

The shock-turned-desire written all over his face is so darn precious—and satisfying.

I have to take a mental photograph so I can revisit this moment in the future. While I’d love to take a Polaroid, I fear it would ruin the moment.

Because good golly, Miz Dolly, we’re having one right now.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull his face closer to mine. “Where I come from, you always graciously accept a gift and promptly show your thanks.” I lick my lips. “Now, that would usually be a handwritten note or card, but I think this amazing gift you’ve given me warrants something equally spectacular as a thank-you.”

“What did you have in mind?” His voice comes out low and hoarse, sending a thrill racing through me, and the desire I see mirrored in his eyes matches my own.

Hallelujah!

“I think a solid start would be making out in here like a couple of teenagers,” I suggest. Then I move my face closer to his until our mouths are nearly touching. “What do you say to that?”

I can’t hold back a squeak of surprise when he wraps his arms around me in a vise-like grip and starts kissing the daylights out of me. He’s like a starving man and I’m the first proper meal he’s add in ages.

Our hot breath mingles as we each try to climb inside one another through our mouths.

Look, I’m no slouch in the making-out department, but Callum Fraser has me seeing enough sparkle to give Aunt Doreen a run for her money when she’s decked out in her rhinestone-covered Dolly Parton drag outfit. My dick perks right up. I moan as he begins to suck on the tip of my tongue and automatically respond by rocking my hips against him, yearning for more.

His hands travel up to my hair and rake through it with reckless abandon as he makes love to my mouth, and I try desperately to keep up with him. I’m smugly satisfied that my theory about how his focus and intensity while investigating may translate into his more intimate encounters was right on the money.

His hands leave my head and move down to cup my ass, yanking me in even closer. Our fabric-covered, achingly hard erections rub up against each other, and for a moment, I’m worried I might embarrass myself all too early.

With a gasp, I pull back, panting like a lizard on a hot rock.

“Lord, have mercy!” I manage to get out. “That was even better than I imagined.”

The need shining bright and clear in Callum’s eyes draws me in, and I want to give him everything.

When he moves to kiss me again, though, I gently place an index finger over his lips.

“Hold that thought, darlin’.” I glance out the window. “We’re coming to the end of our ride, and I’m not sure we want to give folks a free show, if you catch my drift.” I look into his eyes and flutter my lashes, lowering my voice. “Shall we continue this somewhere more… private?”

He cups his hands around my ass again—yes, please—and picks me up as he gets to his feet. Hurriedly, I wrap my legs around his hips so I don’t fall.

The door to our capsule opens and he strides out with me clinging to him like a second skin.

A shocked attendant gapes at us, startled out of their mundane routine.

Folks waiting in line either gawk or titter at us.

Callum doesn’t seem to care and neither do I.

“We’re going back to mine,” he growls.

Hot damn. Looks like we might be having some of that hot monkey sex I was hoping for after all.

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