It was a silent challenge.
His chest moved up and down so fast it made me dizzy to watch him. His left hand worked across my knee, cupping me there, fingers fanning over my flesh. I breathed in deeply, body awash in the scent of him, the sensation of my dress lifting over my thigh, higher, the clingy material rising, flesh ablaze.
'Theo. mate. Can I have the warehouse for a moment, I'll come and see you when I'm done.' He was emptying the place. Giving us some privacy.
A tinny voice sounded with a jovial Greek accent. 'Sure Mr C. I'll lock the main doors. You let me know when you're finished.'
Gulp.
The reality of the situation hit me.
'You scared, kid?' Callaghan smiled, with so much mischief I felt a buzz surging through me like a bolt of lightning. I didn't know whether to su
