I made a noise that sounded a lot like a strangled yelp. “And what would you know about it?”
Marco raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, I’m just here to observe. But if I were a betting man, I’d say he’s here for you.”
My face heated, and I took a sip of my drink to hide my reaction. “You’re sounding an awful lot like the fans these days, Marco.”
Callum was already on the move. There was no hesitation or pretense, just single-minded focus.On me.I slumped, sliding my backdown the seat, hoping I could disappear. The conversation around me faded. My heartbeat was in my ears, my stomach flipping so violently I nearly lost my breath.
Oh, shit.He wasn’t stopping or even slowing down.
I knew I should look away. Act like I hadn’t noticed him coming straight for me, but I was frozen. I didn’t even register what was happening until he was there and his hand brushed my shoulder as he passed. Because he didn’t stop in front of me.
He slid into the booth right next to me, forcing me to either be pressed into his side or move over. I shifted to make room for him, skin slick with sweat from my sudden nerves.
Fuck. I was now effectively trapped in this booth. He so casually caged me in here. The scent of leather, whiskey, and something so unmistakably him flooded my senses, drowning me before I could even blink.
“You looked like you were having fun,” Callum murmured—so low it sent a violent shiver through me.
My fingers were still wrapped around my glass, pressing into the condensation. I felt desperate to keep them from trembling. “I was.”
He hummed like he didn’t believe me. Marco shot me a knowing look across the table. Kimi, the traitor, covered his laugh with a cough.
I resisted the urge to glare at them. This wasn’t funny.
“Something wrong, Fraser?” I asked, arching a brow.
His lips twitched. “Not at all.” Then his hand slid onto my bare thigh under the table. The touch was so light—a whisper of heat grazing against my skin, but it might as well have been a fucking brand. Goosebumps erupted down my legs, and I knew he could feel the immediate reaction.
I snapped my thighs shut, then mentally cursed myself. Oh, he for sure knew it now.
His thumb dragged over my skin, slow and deliberate, his touch featherlight but devastating. I nearly choked on my mojito, my body temperature rising to uncomfortable levels, my pussy pulsing like she’d never had sex in her life. If only he’d move up a little… more…
“You looked good in that video.”
My throat closed. His expression was so fucking unreadable that I just wanted to throttle him with my bare hands.
“Was that only for me, Dubois?” His hand inched higher, and I sucked in a breath.
“If you think this is going to get me to melt into your lap like a pit chaser, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“You’ve already melted once, love. I just want to see how far you’ll drip.” He leaned closer, free hand raising to tuck my hair behind my ear. Somehow, I suppressed the shiver it caused. “Or have you forgotten how wet you were for me in Suzuka?”
Not just in Suzuka.
My entire body ignited, but this was what I got for playing with fire. I’d lost this round. I was so turned on, and if I didn’t put space between us right the fuck now, I would probably climb into his lap and ride him here and now without a care in the world.
Dripping? That was definitely on the table at the moment.
I was regretting not getting myself off earlier. I’d fucked up big time thinking he wasn’t going to come find me. Maybe I should stop drinking. It was making my inhibitions disappear faster than my self-control.
“Excuse me,” I said abruptly, setting my drink down. “I need to—” Callum’s grip tightened. Just slightly. A reminder. Or maybe a warning. He made no effort to move.
“Callum,” I hissed, and maybe my use of his first name made him fixate his gaze on me again.
“You want out? You can climb over me. I’m not moving.”
I gaped at him, blinking furiously. Marco and Kimi were giggling like schoolgirls, and I shot them the middle finger.
“You’re fucking mad,” I snapped. “Let me out.”
