date: June 20, 8:19 AM
subject: You like marking me?
He’s gladiator before they screwed.
Nate laughed softly, then looked up. Good one, he mouthed. There’s more where that came from, she said, letting him read her lips too.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:26 AM
subject: Yes, I fucking love marking you.
And more of you coming. There will be more of that very soon.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:29 AM
subject: The other way around
Or maybe more of you coming . . . very soon
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:31 AM
subject: Tell me more of your plans
It’s getting hard to concentrate in here . . .
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:33 AM
subject: I will tell you and show you
Want to know what I’m thinking of?
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:36 AM
subject: Let me guess
What I plan on doing to you tonight?
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:39 AM
subject: Wrong guess
Sooner than that. What I plan to do to you this morning.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:42 AM
subject: TELL ME NOW
NEED TO KNOW
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:49 AM
subject: Picture this
It involves my lips and your cock.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:51 AM
subject: Image is burned on my brain
That’s a favorite combination of mine. You have been remiss in sucking my dick, incidentally, Miss Casey.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:54 AM
subject: Forgive me
I plan to rectify that. Soon.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:56 AM
subject: I will forgive if you suck good and hard
Do you?
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 8:59 AM
subject: Is there any other way?
Yes. Because you only gave me that one taste our first night together, and I want more. I want to feel you lose control for me. Let go for me. I want to taste you sliding down my throat.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 9:02 AM
subject: No
Can. Not. Think. Straight. Now. All. Blood. Diverted. South. Of. The. Border.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 9:05 AM
subject: Staring at your hard-on right now, you sexy man
I want your hands in my hair, and I want you deep in my mouth.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 9:07 AM
subject: You fucking temptress
You are playing with fire, my sweetness. When I get you alone in the room, the things I will do to you will drive you wild with pleasure.
from: [email protected]
date: June 20, 9:09 AM
subject: Tempting you is what I like
The things I will do to you.
She snapped her iPad shut, and flashed him a satisfied grin. She had plans for him when they landed. Big plans. A rush of excitement tore through her body. It felt foreign at first, then quite familiar. It was a feeling she hadn’t embraced in a few weeks, but it was one she had loved—being in control in bed.
Even though what she’d planned for him wasn’t going to take place in a bed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
London, mid-morning . . .
As the green awnings came into view, Casey shrieked in excitement and pointed.
At the other end of the block was the signature London department store with its elaborate red brick facade, and flags blowing in the breeze. She grabbed his arm. “Remember I told you about the dress I needed for Jack’s rehearsal dinner? They have them in Harrod’s. Is there any chance I could pop in for just five minutes? They’ve been selling out quickly and I heard they got a new shipment in last night.”
Ah, hell. Not now. Not when they’d be at the hotel in ten more minutes. Every single second until he was alone with her was agonizing.
Nate was ready to launch into a myriad of questions to poke holes in her proposition, starting with how the hell would she know a store received a new shipment, and why did she need to go now, but he didn’t have a chance to ask, because she was already telling the driver to make a pit stop, then asking his co-workers if they would mind waiting. “I swear it’ll just be a quick in and out,” she said to the lot of them, in the sweetest, most eager voice, pressing her hands together as if in prayer, that led Tom and the other guys to say of course. Damn, the woman was irresistible, even when asking to go shopping. He was such a goner.