Playing Dirty: San Diego Social Scene Book 3

by Tess Summers

  He immediately froze, obviously not intending to say that out loud. She wasn’t sure how to react now. She knew she loved him too, but it seemed like he was regretting letting that slip. Should she pretend she didn’t hear him?

  That was what she was going to do until he flipped her on her back and gazed into her eyes.

  “I know it’s way too soon to be saying it, but I’m head over heels in love with you, doll.”

  She stared at him, speechless. She hoped her eyes were conveying what she couldn’t find the words to say. He leaned down and kissed her gently. When he pulled away, she finally found her voice.

  “I love you, too. This is crazy, we barely know each other, but when I’m with you, everything seems right with the world.”

  He smiled. “Yeah, exactly.”

  Luke continued looking into her eyes, the depth of his feelings coming through loud and clear, and it caused her to tear up. She was on emotional overload.

  He gathered her into his lap, holding her close to his chest. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “Nothing. Not a thing. This is all so new. I’ve never felt… How I feel… it’s a little overwhelming.”

  She felt him smile against her hair. “Let’s be overwhelmed together.”

  “Okay,” she laughed as the tears spilled onto her cheeks.

  He drew her away from his chest and wiped her eyes. “Feel like grabbing something to eat with me? I have to go let Rex out, then we can get whatever you feel like.”

  She nodded, then leaned against his chest again. “I wish we could bring Rex back here, but my building doesn’t allow pets.”

  “Why don’t you pack a bag and stay at my place tonight?”

  “What about Ben?” she asked.

  “What about him?” he snarled.

  “I don’t want to intrude.”

  Luke chuckled. “He won’t care. He’ll be glad to see his prediction came true.”

  Cassie frowned. “What was his prediction?”

  “That I was going to fall hopelessly in love with you. Actually, I think his words were, You’re so screwed.”

  “That’s not very nice,” she giggled.

  “Oh, he meant it in the nicest way,” he assured her.

  She wasn’t convinced but decided to take his word for it. Besides, Luke Rivas was in love with her, so who cared?

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Luke

  Having a lot of sex with someone you’re in love with is pretty fucking awesome. He highly recommended it. He and Cassie had been fucking like rabbits since their fifth date, and it only got better each time.

  Date Number Eight was later tonight. He hadn’t taken her anywhere fancy yet, and he was remedying that by escorting her to Evangeline’s at six-thirty. A few nights ago, while they had pizza at his house, he had asked her to go on Friday and was surprised at her reaction as they cleaned up the kitchen.

  “Why?” she asked, sealing the leftover pizza in a plastic bag.

  He scowled, “What do you mean, why?”

  Cassie placed the bag in the refrigerator and closed the door. “Why do you want to go to Evangeline’s? It’s expensive, impossible to get in without a reservation, and they have a dress code.”

  “I have a reservation, I’m not worried about the cost, and I feel like dressing up and showing you off.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured in her ear, “I’m pretty sure the dress code doesn’t apply to underwear, so feel free to wear some risqué lingerie if you’d like.”

  “Maybe I won’t wear any at all,” she purred as she ran her fingertip across his shoulder.

  His dick jumped up and screamed, That works for me!

  Cassie was the walking definition of his idea of sexy, something his cock took notice of basically every time he laid eyes on her. He loved it when she talked suggestively, especially since she was so receptive to following it up in the bedroom. His girl was definitely not all talk. She walked the walk. Actually, it was more like she strutted it, which was even better.

  “You might get fingered under the table if you do that,” he warned.

  “Promise?” she whispered breathlessly in his ear.

  That decided it, he was marrying her. If only he fucking could.

  “Would that turn you on?” he asked. He really wanted to know if she was serious or simply teasing him. “Me sliding my fingers inside your pussy under the table at a fancy restaurant? Having to be quiet while I make you come in front of everyone?” He rubbed his hand between her legs as he spoke, feeling the heat generating from her sex.

  Her nipples were visibly stiff under her gray UC San Diego t-shirt, and her breathing was coming in shorter breaths.

  He kissed her neck, his hand still massaging her pussy over her yoga pants. “Would you like that, baby? Hmm?”

  Her smile was naughty, and she bit her bottom lip but didn’t answer him.

  He stepped back to emphasize his shock with an incredulous smile. “You dirty, dirty girl. You would like that!”

  “Would you? Like that?” she asked shyly.

  He put his hands around her waist, moving them down to squeeze her butt. “Would I like to finger fuck you in a restaurant, under the table? Hell yeah, I would.”

  She whimpered either at the scene he’d set or his hands on her ass, he wasn’t sure which.

  “No, I mean, would you like to be touched, you know, in public?” she asked in a small voice.

  “Oh, Cassie, I would love to fuck you senseless somewhere in public. Discreetly, of course. I probably shouldn’t get arrested for public indecency. I think the department frowns upon that.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, I think my work does too. But that’s not what I meant. Well, kinda, sorta it is. What I meant was would you like to, you know, get a hand job in public?”

  “Like in a restaurant?”

  “Yeah.”

  “With my cock out and everything?”

  “Well, yeah with your cock out.” She scrunched up her nose. “It’s kind of hard to give a good hand job with it in your pants.”

  “Depends on the pants.”

  She shot him a look. “Are you planning on wearing sweatpants to Evangeline’s?”

  Chuckling, he responded, “Well, no, of course not. Slacks would require strategic napkin placement though. I think it’d be easier for a woman not to get caught if she were wearing a skirt and no panties.”

  With a shrug, she stated, “So go commando, too” like it was the obvious answer.

  “Miss Sullivan, are you suggesting we perform lewd acts in a five-star restaurant?”

  “Of course not, Sir!” She feigned being scandalized at the suggestion, then gave him a devilish grin.

  He did like she called him Sir. His cock did too.

  ****

  Cassie

  She opened the front door to her condominium and gasped. She’d never considered a man beautiful before, but that was the first word that came to mind when she saw Luke standing in front of her in his black suit, crisp peacock blue shirt, and matching tie. The color of his button-down made his eyes appear even greener than normal. One hand in his pocket caused his jacket sleeve to push up, revealing his platinum-colored watch worthy of being called arm porn. The man rocked a suit like a GQ model.

  “Wow, Mister Rivas, you look sexy.”

  He grinned. “I have to step up my game if I’m going to be seen with you.” He blatantly looked her up and down. “Speaking of sexy. That dress…” He gave a low whistle.

  With a coquettish smile, she looked down and smoothed the mint green fabric. “This old thing?”

  He was leering at her like a wolf about to pounce. “Yeah, that.”

  She loved that he made her feel so desirable. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it” Cassie grinned, then grabbed her purse from the small table next to the door. “Shall we go?”

  Luke stepped away from the doorjamb to let her through and lock her unit. His hand on her back, he directed her to the elevator where another coupl
e also waited. Once they all entered the crowded car, Luke stood behind her and lightly traced a finger up and down her ass. She knew he was checking for panty lines and tried to contain her smile.

  The elevator was exceptionally quiet for as many people as it contained. The melodic sounds of what once was a hard rock song came through the speakers as they descended to the lobby. The ding! alerted the passengers the sliding doors would be opening, and as everyone exited the car ahead of them, Luke growled in her ear, “Good girl.”

  She knew exactly what he was talking about, but looked at him over her shoulder and teased, “Why, Mister Rivas, whatever do you mean?”

  He ran the palm of his hand firmly down her ass. “You know damn well what I mean,” he snarled through gritted teeth and squeezed a handful of flesh as they stepped into the lobby.

  The smirk on her doorman’s face told her the ass grab did not go unnoticed. She didn’t really care, she loved the possessiveness of it. It made her feel special.

  Yeah, an ass grab just made her feel special. Who’d a thought?

  She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye.

  But, come on, look at him. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t love that.

  “You really do look stunning tonight, baby doll,” he told her as he opened her car door. “I need to take you out more often.”

  She waited until he came around and got in the driver’s side before replying, “Just so you know, as much as I loved getting ready tonight and as delicious as you look in that suit, I’m just as happy staying at home in my jeans with you and Rex, watching a game, and eating takeout.”

  He gave a closed-lip smile and squeezed her thigh. “I love that too, just so you know.”

  The drive in his silver muscle car was brief, but he kept his hand on her thigh the entire time until he got out to hand his keys to the valet, then held her hand to accompany her inside.

  The maître d’ escorted them immediately to their table once Luke gave his name. As they weaved through the dining room, she heard a deep male voice call out, “Luke.”

  She and Luke turned at the same time to see who had recognized him. He gripped her hand and steered her to a table with several couples. The man who had called for Luke stood. He looked familiar. She figured out why he was familiar when Luke released her hand to shake his and smiled.

  “Hey, Chief.” He then nodded at another man seated farther down the table, “L.T.”

  The chief’s body language was welcoming. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you working out at the station lately.”

  “Yeah, with all the callouts we’ve been having, I’ve been really tired after work.”

  The man was stealing glances at Cassie as Luke spoke, something Luke must have noticed. He slid his arm around her waist. “Todd, this is my girlfriend, Cassie Sullivan.”

  Cassie pulled out her A-game work charm—the stuff usually reserved for doctors who needed convincing to prescribe her company’s drugs.

  “Chief Pearson, so nice to meet you,” she gushed while stepping toward him and extending her hand.

  The twinkle in the older man’s eyes was apparent, and he grasped her hand between both of his. “The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Sullivan.” He directed his next words at Luke but kept Cassie’s hand between his and continued to look at her. “I hope Ms. Sullivan has something to do with why you haven’t been around after work lately.”

  Luke gave a sly smile and placed his hand on the small of her back. “She might be.”

  The chief noticed the maître d’ waiting patiently nearby. “I don’t want to keep you. We’ll talk soon. Ms. Sullivan, it was nice meeting you. Have a nice evening.”

  They were seated right in the line of sight of his boss’ table, and she sighed heavily once they were situated.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked with a slight frown.

  She discreetly nodded to the party of important people merely yards away. “That probably means lewd acts are off the table tonight.”

  He chuckled. “Definitely off, maybe still under,” he teased. “Hopefully they’ll leave soon.”

  Just then she heard her name. She looked up to see a man approaching their table and muttered under her breath, “Oh, fuck.”

  *

  Luke

  He heard Cassie grumble, “Oh, fuck,” and felt her tense up as a short man in his forties, dressed in a navy suit that made him look like he had borrowed his father’s, stood before them.

  “Cassandra!” the man exclaimed with a smarmy, fake smile.

  “Dr. Szolowicz.” She tried to make her tone airy and light, but Luke knew her too well.

  “Did I see you talking to Chief Pearson?”

  She cocked her head and looked at him suspiciously. “Yes?” The why? was unspoken but implied by her inflection.

  “I didn’t realize you knew him.”

  “Actually, I don’t. My boyfriend does.” She looped her arm around Luke’s bicep and looked up at him with an adoring smile.

  Luke stood and extended his hand. “Luke Rivas.”

  “Dr. Michael Szolowicz, partner, San Diego Oncology Specialists.”

  Way more information than Luke wanted or needed. He noted the man made sure to mention doctor and partner and internally rolled his eyes as he sat back down.

  “Oh, so you know Cass through work.”

  Cassie gave her best fake smile. “Yes, Dr. Szolowicz’s medical group is one of my new clients although he’s been somewhat reluctant to meet with me.”

  “I’ve had a really busy schedule. Please call my assistant on Monday. I’ll make sure she knows to find some time on my calendar for you.”

  “That would be great, doctor. I appreciate it.”

  Luke now understood why she was salesperson of the year. While he wanted to tell this little prick to go fuck himself, Cassie was gracious and fed his oversized ego.

  “Yes, I’m sure you do. Enjoy your meal.” And without another word, he turned on his little heel and left.

  “What a fucking douchebag,” Luke muttered once he was out of earshot.

  “Yep. But, hey, at least he’s giving me an appointment now. I have you to thank for that. Well, your connection to the chief, anyway.”

  “Really? You think that’s why?”

  “Oh, I have no doubt. It’s well known Michael Szolowicz is all about making sure he knows the right people. I guess he never thought I could do anything for him before, so he didn’t waste his time meeting with a nobody-sales rep. I mean, I still can’t do anything for him socially, but I’ll let him think I can,” she chuckled mischievously.

  “What about your connection to the Padres?”

  “I don’t think he knows about that, and I’ve never really had an opportunity to bring it up. Trust me, there’s no shame in my game. I’ll find a way to slip in Danny was my brother-in-law, not that I’d lift a finger to help him with anything Padres related, but I’ll need that connection once he realizes I’m worthless as far as the chief goes.”

  “I wouldn’t say worthless. I consider Todd a good friend even if he is my boss. He’s really looked out for me, and he appreciates I bust my ass for his department.”

  “Yeah, but that’s you.”

  He tucked her hair behind her ear as he looked into her eyes. “Doll, that’s you, too, by extension of me. I’m pretty sure you’ve figured it out by now I’m not going anywhere.”

  She gave a shy smile and lifted up from her seat to give him a peck on the cheek. “Good. I’m not either.”

  Luke lowered his lips gently to hers. It wasn’t obnoxious, but it was definitely something the clientele at Evangeline’s would notice, which only spurred him to extend the kiss a few minutes longer.

  “I’m glad we have that settled,” he smiled against her lips as the back of his fingertips caressed her jawline.

  A quiet, polite cough drew his attention away from her lips, and a waiter stepped forward to take their drink order, immediately followed by another waiter telling t
hem about the evening’s dinner specials, and yet another arriving to take their food order.

  The entire time, his hand stroked her inner thigh under the tablecloth. Cassie appeared completely focused on the wait staff even as she spread her legs when his fingers started making their way to the apex between her thighs. He could feel how hot her sex was, and it fucking made his dick hard.

  They were alone at their table, and he smiled while he asked her thoughts on the Padres’ chance at the post-season, all the while stroking her wet cleft. He tried to look like he was interested in the nonsense she was stuttering when he dipped his finger inside her.

  “So, um, yeah, I think if the pitching staff keeps… oh!”

  He smiled devilishly.

  “What about the pitching staff?” He flicked her button with his thumb while sliding in another finger.

  “Well, um, they need to stay, um, healthy and, um...”

  He stroked her in and out, his hand drenched.

  The waiter appeared with their drinks, and Luke didn’t stop finger fucking her. He even picked his glass up with his other hand and took a sip while he finger-banged her under the tablecloth.

  The waiter walked away, and she gripped his bicep while leaning her face against his shoulder.

  “Luke, I’m going to come,” she gasped in a whisper.

  “I know,” he growled and increased the pace.

  He felt her tighten around his fingers, and she let out a little whimper as her cunt milked his digits.

  Nonchalantly, he withdrew his hand from her quivering walls and brought his fingers to his nose and lips, drawing the tip of one into his mouth while he stared at her with a grin.

  “So fucking delicious,” he murmured.

  “Oh my God,” she gulped. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

  “Believe it, doll. All before the appetizer even got here.”

  As if on cue, a new server appeared with their order of calamari. She dished some fried squid on a plate and set it in front of him, “For you, Sir,” then dished a smaller helping on another plate for herself.

  As if his cock wasn’t already hard, her little proclamation of Sir turned it to steel, and he snarled through clenched teeth, “I am going to fuck that little pussy so deep and hard.”