Page 53 of Viper

“You’ve gotta be the world’s laziest bodyguard,” Troy quipped. The other guys began organizing the food and getting stuff ready for dinner.

Reaper’s eyes narrowed. “The fuck am I supposed to do, take her shopping?”

“I’m kidding. Where is she?”

“Right here,” Paige’s sweet voice called from behind him.

He spun to find her standing in the doorway. She wore a light-blue dress with skinny straps that showed off her tanned, defined shoulders. The material faded to white at the bottom and flowed around her ankles.

Her hair looked freshly washed and had been blown into loose waves. Her cheeks were rosy from the sun, and she’d accentuated the color with a little makeup.

She was a goddamn knockout.

He drank in every inch of her and his libido kicked into overdrive. She seemed to recognize the lust burning inside him because she gave him a cheeky smile. His cock hardened, and he fought the urge to pin her against the wall and screw her senseless.

Great. Now he had that image in his head in a room full of dudes, one of them being her brother.

Reaper snickered. “Striker, I think they’re gonna kiss. Can I watch while you beat his ass?”

“Shut up,” Striker called with mock annoyance.

Havoc hurled a couch pillow across the room. It hit Reaper in the face and knocked the stupid grin from his lips.

Paige chuckled and Troy rolled his eyes. “Great. These are the kinds of reflexes we’ve got on our team?”

Havoc barked out a laugh.

Troy crossed the distance between Paige and him, unable to stand not touching her for another minute—and also unwilling to touch her blatantly in front of their friends. At least so soon. He caught Paige’s fingers and tugged her into the bedroom, shutting the door.

By some miracle, none of the guys commented on their smooth exit.

She propped her shoulder against the wood, and he pressed his hand to the wall, leaning over top of her.

He brought his knuckles to her smooth cheek and grazed her silky skin, then caught her chin and gently tipped up her face so he could read her soulful eyes. “I like the dress,” he said. Though Paige was gorgeous no matter what. She’d give him a hard-on dressed in a clown suit. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She smiled and rested her hands on his sides. “To be honest, I was a little bored and needed to distract myself while I waited for you to come back.”

“Sorry, babe.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Definitely would’ve rather been with you.”

“Mmm,” she said, her lashes lifting as she studied his mouth. They jumped back to his face as if she’d caught herself lingering too long.

“You’re here now and that’s what’s important.” Her sultry voice dropped low and seductive.

Desire traveled from his cock to his brain. He balled his free hand into a fist against the wall so he wouldn’t fulfill the fantasy he’d had moments earlier.

“Everyone else is here too, so whatever your pretty little head has in mind is going to have to wait.”

She huffed. “How late will they stay?”

He inhaled deeply to reorient himself, but all he got was a whiff of whatever floral, fruity perfume saturated her skin. “Just for dinner. A minute longer and I’ll throw each and every one of them off the balcony.”

With that, he dragged up the side of her dress and rested his hand on her lithe thigh. Goddamn it took everything in him not to drop to his knees and lick her sweet cunt while she leaned against the door.

She squeezed his forearms, and amusement lit her eyes. “If they’re still here, I’ll help you.”

He lowered his head and took her mouth in his. This might be all he’d get to taste for right now, but he’d damn well take it. Her slick tongue entered his mouth. Heat filled his gut and desire stiffened his cock even more.

He brought his hand up and cupped her bare ass.