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After we were certain the coast was cleared, Steel helped me to my feet, the mood crushed.

Or so I thought.

Until Mr. Superhero decided he preferred being a caveman instead, tossing me over his shoulder.

And walking from the room.

CHAPTER 12

Violet

“Better safe than sorry,” Steel said, grinning as soon as he tossed me onto the bed, quickly moving to shut and lock the door.

I noticed.

There was a method to every step he took, including when pulling out his phone.

“Calling in reinforcements since you can’t handle me?”

With the speed of a sloth, he lifted his gaze all while using his thumbs to maneuver the screen on his iPhone. His nostrils flared in such a way that screamed he had every intention of showing just how much he could indeed handle me.

“Brat,” he said just before music floated into the room.

It took me only a few seconds to recognize the sound. “Bruno Mars?”

He placed his phone on my nightstand, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he yanked off his boots.

In typical Violet fashion, my eyes were drawn from his to the huge bulge offset between his legs. I’d be damned if I didn’t lick my lips. Completely involuntarily, but he noticed.

“Let me guess. You think I only like country music. Right? Small town boy, a real he-man career. A guy who drinks whiskey and beer. He even has a gun.”

“Yeah, a big… fat… gun. Don’t forget about your pick-me-up truck.” It took him a few seconds to latch onto the joke. I rose onto my knees, teasing him by running the flats of my hands down from my shoulder blades to my chest, daring enough to cup both breasts. Thank God I’d decided that since I was going out in public I needed to wear a bra. Even more important, my undies matched. A cute little hot pink number I’d found on sale.

“Then I might destroy your image of me.” His smirk presented another side to him, a little of the arrogance that I’d seen during the first few minutes of meeting him.

“What’s that?” I toyed with his control by sliding my index finger under the edge of the lace, slowly swirling the tip around my nipple. The taut bud was already aching, both breasts swollen from desire alone. When had that ever happened before?

“I prefer riding a Harley.” He unfastened his belt, his buckle shimmering in the room’s lighting.

His admittance did the trick, my concentration returning to him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm-hmmm…” He tugged on the leather strap, guiding it through the tight loops of his jeans.

“Then that makes you a very bad boy. Dangerous in fact.”

I found myself watching him intently, my pulse racing. The music was just loud enough to muffle the sounds we would be making. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle another giggle. The term brat was perfect.

“Oh, yeah?” he repeated.

My heart hammered in my chest as he pulled the belt free. I was unable to take my eyes off what he was doing, especially when he rubbed his fingers back and forth across the smooth grain.

Why I was mimicking the action by rolling the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip I didn’t know, but he was paying very close attention to everything I did, his smile slowly growing. With intent, he placed the belt onto the bed before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Another moment of emulation as I unfastened my jeans. I’d already removed my shoes when putting my son to bed.

I only got as far as peeling both sides back and tugging the waistband to my hipbones before I was thoroughly locked into watching him unveil his cock. My throat was tight, so much so I was lightheaded from lack of air. But I didn’t care. When he exposed his black boxers, I was enthralled. Mouthwatering. Pulse racing. But as soon as he slipped his fingers under the thick elastic, I was holding my breath and threatening to squeal.

Both were legitimate reactions when he finally released his cock. Correction, his monstrous, delicious, thick, throbbing shaft.