each other.”
James leaned over and frenched his newly wedded wife. Tobey shifted from one foot to the other in discomfort and looked away. Get a room , he thought, but then, he and Callie had practically been humping at the bar, so who was he to complain?
When his best friend was finally done kissing his bride, he turned towards Tobey with a knowing grin. “Any idea where Callie might be?”
“Not a clue,” Tobey answered truthfully. “But I’d be happy to go find her for you.”
16
Candy Store
“I bet you would,” James said with a wink. “For us.”
Finally free of his best man duties, Tobey headed for the door that Callie had run through. He hoped that she hadn’t left the reception altogether. They had some unfinished business to take care of. Preferably while they were naked in a room with a lock.
“The kitchen,” he said to himself, when he walked into the large cooking area.
“That makes sense.”
“Did anyone see a small blonde woman run through here?”
One of the waiters nodded towards the hall behind the prep area and the stoves.
“She went back there.”
Tobey nodded his thanks. Once he had walked around the corner into the hidden, back area of the kitchen, he saw two large doors, both big enough for him to step through. Opening the door to his right, he realized it was a commercial freezer, packed full of ice cream containers and huge bags of ice.
He closed the heavy freezer door and turned his gaze to the refrigerator door, a broad grin taking over his face. He almost felt sorry for his hot little candy maker.
She may have intended on cooling off in the fridge, but he was going to make sure that she got hot, hot, hot instead.
* * * * *
Callie heard a noise in the hall and looked up through the thick, frosted glass on the refrigerator door. “Shit,” she whispered. A tall man in a tux was standing just outside the door. It had to be Tobey. She tried to push herself back further into the shelves, hoping that her dark pink dress would help her to blend in with the crates of supplies.
Maybe if she didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, didn’t even breathe, he would go away. And she could be left in peace with her memory of the taste of his skin and the beating of his heart on her lips.
17
Bella Andre
Callie had spent the past ten minutes rubbing the goose bumps on her arms and trying to convince herself that she had had enough of Tobey. She had firmly decided that she was going to be perfectly happy masturbating in the shower to the sexy picture of Tobey that she had fixed in her mind’s eye. She didn’t need to see him, didn’t need to touch him, didn’t need any more of his kisses.
But now that he was standing only feet from her—somehow she had known all along that he would find her and now he had—it was all she could do not to fling the door open, pull him inside the cramped 5’x5’ space with her, and rip all of his clothes from his body.
Who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to be content with just the memory of him, with just her dreams of what it would be like to feel him naked against her, writhing in pleasure.
At the same time, an annoying inner voice of reason was telling Callie that there was no use in giving in to her baser needs. One night of mind-blowing sex wasn’t going to help anything. It wasn’t going to save her business. It wasn’t going to save her pathetic love life.
Although, she thought with a grin, it was guaranteed to be fun.
The doorknob turned and Callie gasped. He was coming in. What was she going to do? She stood up and backed into the wall, pressing herself up against the cold edge of the laden shelves as hard as she could.
In the dim light of the refrigerator, Tobey’s warm voice wrapped around her. “I thought I might find you in here.”
Callie was both alarmed and aroused by his presence, by the way he filled up the room with his essence. The crazy mix of feelings made it hard for her to speak.
“I, uh…” she