A Very Dirty Wedding(35)

I look down at my phone.



I'm going to bend you over, pull that dress up, and slap your ass good and hard.



Heat rises to my face as I think about Caulter sending all the plates and silverware on the table crashing to the floor with one dramatic gesture of his arm, then taking me right here in this little mom and pop cafe.

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm becoming a sex-obsessed lunatic.

I hit the power button on the phone and focus on the breakfast. I'm determined to put all of this nonsense out of my head. I pointedly ignore Caulter, who nods and smiles and answers questions politely, all things that are so unlike Caulter that it puts me on edge. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Instead, we make it through breakfast completely free of any incident. I can tell that his mother is just as surprised as I am. My father smiles happily, pleased, I'm sure, that we've behaved ourselves.

“The driver will take you and Caulter back,” he says outside, walking toward a car with Ella.

“What?” My voice sounds like a squeak. My father is the king of surprises.

“I have another speaking engagement.” He doesn’t even bother to explain. "You kids did great."

Behind me, Caulter chuckles. “Alone in the car. Alone in the house. Do you think you can resist, Princess?”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll be fine.” I’m still bending forward, ducking as I slide into the car with Caulter behind me, when I feel his fingers reach up and graze my panties. I nearly jump out of my skin, slapping his hand. He just laughs, as if he just did something completely appropriate. When I slide to the other side of the seat, he grins.

“This limo is just not that big, Princess,” he says.

“Shut up.”

We’re driving, the privacy screen up, when Caulter slides over and reaches for my leg, pulling my thigh toward him. I jerk my legs closed, glancing toward the front of the car where the driver sits. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Worried?” he asks softly.

I shrug. “No. I’m not interested.”

“I’m sure he can’t hear us,” Caulter says. “Your father wouldn’t let someone record him.”

I wrinkle my brow. “Are you seriously suggesting my father is banging women -- your mother -- in the back of limos?”

Caulter laughs. “Obviously, you’re the one with sex on your mind,” he says. “No, I wasn’t suggesting that. Thanks for the image though; I might have to bleach my brain now. I was saying that I’m sure he talks about stuff with people he doesn’t want recorded, so I doubt very much that we need to worry.”

“Well, unlike you, I’ve never had a reason to even think about hiding what I do in the back of limos.”

“It's not my fault you live a sheltered life, one without orgasms.” He returns his hand to my thigh, sliding his palm up the side of my leg, and I slap it, but he only grips it more tightly.

“I’ve had plenty of orgasms, thank you very much.” I’m not lying; I mean, I’ve given myself plenty of orgasms.

Caulter laughs, the sound mocking. “Not the kind of orgasms I give,” he says.

“You have no idea what kind of orgasms I’ve had without you," I say, rolling my eyes. But I can't help but wonder.

Sliding his hand over my thigh, he reaches between my legs. “Your panties are soaked,” he says. “Are we just going to keep pretending you don’t want me?”

“I can’t stand you,” I protest.

“I don’t much like you either, Princess,” he whispers, his voice gravelly. I flinch when he speaks the words, as if he’s hit me, and the movement doesn’t escape him. “What? You don’t like hearing that from me?”

I shrug, even though he’s right. It bothers me, but I can’t imagine why. “Whatever. I don’t care if you like me or not. And --” I nod toward the window, at the driver.

Caulter smiles, and leans close to my ear. “I already told you he can’t hear us and he can’t see us.”

“You don’t know that for sure," I say, my resolve already weakening. "And he would tell my father.”

“So you’re entertaining the idea.”

“I am not.”

“Live life on the edge,” he whispers. “Take a little risk once in a while, Princess.” He doesn’t move for a minute, and then, his head looking forward and his movements smooth, he pulls my thigh toward him with one hand and reaches between my legs with the other.

I already know what he's going to find. He's going to find that my panties are absolutely drenched. I'm already aware of that. I hate that my traitorous body melts under his touch.