Page 38 of Black Sheep
“Let’s sit for a second. That dress is too pretty to end up with white sauce down the front.”
Drew glances at me as we take a seat, but doesn’t speak because she’s still chewing on her first bite. A dab of the same white sauce I just mentioned sits just on the corner of her mouth.
“You’ve got a little—” I start to say, and then just decidefuck it.
You want to see real, Enzo? I’ll show you real.
I lean forward and use my tongue to lick it off her lip.
Drew’s big brown eyes, which I’m more and more convinced aren’t brown at all, widen as she freezes.
“Couldn’t resist,” I tell her. “And it makes for a good show because we’re being watched.”
I have to give her credit. She doesn’t panic, just relaxes her stiffened posture and leans toward me like she’s going to whisper in my ear.
“By whom?”
I don’t know why it’s sexy to hear her use the word “whom,” but it is. I mimic her body position and turn toward her.
“By someone who doesn’t believe what we’re doing tonight is real.”
Her mask, the one I’ve noticed she slides on and off with ease, morphs into a sweet, curious expression, one that I’d like to see on her face for real someday.
“You mean the gentleman who prompted this entire outing in the first place?”
“This one’s definitely no gentleman and would like nothing more than to prove to my fath—” I almost say the word I don’t allow myself to use out loud, but cut myself off. “He’d like to prove toFrankthat I’m full of shit, because there’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing me out of favor.”
From her intelligent gaze, I can tell Drew picks up on exactly what I’m skating around saying.
“So, how do we provehimwrong?”
Her question prompts the thought I’ve been trying to keep out of my head since the moment she walked out of the salon at Barneys. The image of her, tangled up in my rumpled sheets, her hair a mess and her body languid.
I cut my gaze to the sidewalk, focusing on the years’ worth of gum that’s been ground into the concrete.
“Cannon?”
When she says my name, my attention immediately returns to her mouth.God, what I wouldn’t give to have free rein over that mouth.
A rush of blood dives straight to my crotch, and my dick jerks against the silk lining of my suit pants.
Fuck it.It’s now or never.
I stare into her eyes. “You need to spend the night with me.”
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Drew
His statement leaves absolutely no room for misinterpretation, and my reaction is split into three factions.
Theholy shit, he didn’t just say thatportion. Theoh my God, this is what I’ve been waiting for in my investigation—a chance to get into his personal spacereaction. And finally, theI can’t trust myself alone with himpiece.
It takes me three seconds to realize that not one of those parts of me is sayingno.
I meet his hazel gaze and nod. “If that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes.”
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