Chapter 22
Violet
The man was a sleeping giant. I firmly believed he was a chiseled god who’d been transported here from a beautiful location where every man was the epitome of masculine perfection. Maybe I’d simply woken up in a much better mood than I had as of late, the true reason for my poetic thoughts.
The handsome prince was still sleeping, a sweet effect of the hot tub and a little too much alcohol.
And then there were the two hot and heavy rounds of sex.
With his head turned slightly to the side, his tousled hair like a bronze halo, and with the sheet lying precariously across his hips, the enticement was almost too difficult to resist.
So much so I lifted the sheet, peeking underneath, immediately swooning.
Yes, he was that well-endowed even when not awake.
With another glance at his face, I wondered how many women usually fell under his spell.
His facial features were aristocratic; the stubble that he perpetually wore sharpened his strong jaw.
Maybe from our dozen or so rounds of kissing, his lips were ruby red as if stained.
He could easily give Sleeping Beauty a run.
I resisted a giggle and allowed one more glance of desire to his cock.
Was it my imagination or was his dick twitching?
Daring to be wild, I slid my hand under the covers, very carefully brushing the tip across his sensitive slit.
When he stirred, I pulled my hand away, shocked to find a pearl bead covering my finger.
With a fevered wisp of a gasp, I slipped it into my mouth.
Oh, my God. The taste of him was exactly like I thought it would be.
Surprisingly sweet with a hint of tang. If I didn’t think I’d wake him, I’d suck the man dry.
Such a bad girl with my wishful thinking. Plus, I was sore, enough so that my pussy was tender to the touch. I knew because I’d slipped my hand under the sheet before from a wild and wet dream awakening me.
I bit my lip, fighting a string of moans of appreciation.
Very gently, I returned the soft material to where it was, leaning a little closer so I could study the tattoos on his arm.
What was it about men liking swords? The picture had been drawn by an artist, the sheen of ink depicting the iron gleaming in sunlight.
He looked positively dangerous this way, sculpted to the point of chiseled perfection. With every inch of my body aching from desire, I resisted tormenting him by tracing every tat. For a few seconds, I rested my head on my hands, only once darting my eyes toward the clock.
Soon, I’d need to get dressed and wake up my sleeping man. With there being no secrets between us, I had to force my butt into gear. Today was going to be a busy day, including finding someone who would occasionally babysit Damon.
Then there was the matter of dealing with Zorro and the breeder.
I cringed from the thought of taking the dog away.
The mental interruption was just enough that the sensual mood was spoiled.
Slinking out of bed, I grabbed my clothes from the chair, my mind still in a beautiful haze that I wished could last all day.
At least I could borrow some toothpaste and get rid of my stinky breath.
The ping indicating a text forced an audible groan. Who was texting me so early? I dug through my purse until I put my hands on my phone, yawning even as I tried to read the screen. I should have guessed Brenda would be up so early. The little workaholic.
Brenda: Check the Instagram account I created. Wowie, boss. We are flying high.
Flying high. What in the hell did that mean?
Me: You’re up way too early.
Brenda: The early bird catches the worm. Besides, that news report was a goldmine.
What? My skin began to crawl. Was she talking about the one from the local news station?
Me: How did you hear about that?
The three dots took way too long to provide a message. By then I was sweating.
Brenda: Are you kidding me? Someone tagged the page and with a quick search, I realized someone had taken great interest in the report. It’s everywhere and people are foaming at the mouth to grab a copy of the calendar. Like I said. Goldmine.
Oh, I wasn’t certain if this was good for the project or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Me: Until I have signatures on contracts, don’t go too far in your celebrations.
Brenda: Well, you better work your magic because it was mentioned on our local station late last night. Just a shout out, but you know how reporters are. They love a good human interest piece, especially when hot men are involved. I think the story went national.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
That wasn’t what I needed.
With the scope of draining, horrible news being shown every day on the airwaves, a little fun was always helpful to make someone’s day much better. I’d need to get my butt so far into gear I didn’t stop until I dropped.
Me: Get the troops ready, girl. We are going to roll. With any luck, I’ll have some test shots tonight. Try and keep Eric from losing his mind.
Brenda: Ha. As if that’s possible. Good luck.
Luck I’d definitely need at this point.
With my nerves on edge, I moved to the page she was talking about. You bet someone had made a very big deal about the interview. There were hundreds of thousands of likes on the shared link already.
Well, this could be a goldmine if I played my cards right.
Now to ensure that the hot man lying in the bed only a few feet away would conform to my needs. Oh, that gave me some very naughty ideas, including about photographs. How to do it.
Before I headed into his bathroom, I stole another quick look at the sleeping beauty. I had so many mixed emotions about spending the night with him, especially since we both knew this couldn’t last, but maybe allowing myself something just for me wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
By the time I entered the cozy room and shut the door, a warm, almost insidious feeling washed over me, comforting in a way that led to confusion.
In fact, I was tingling all over. That lasted all of fifteen seconds until I peered at myself in the mirror.
“Oh, girl. You look…” Between the still damp, stringy hair from being in the hot tub and my smeared makeup, mostly from his rough hands and incessant kisses, I looked a mess. A complete mess.
Oh, no. This wouldn’t do with waking my son.
Maybe he was a little adult already, but I had no intention of shoving his mother’s escapades into his face.
I wasn’t ready for that conversation, even though he was insistent he understood what happened between a man and a woman.
When I tested my breath against my hand, I groaned.
Dragon’s breath. No. No. No. That wasn’t sexy in the least.
A little frantic, I opened drawers and cabinets until I found a washcloth and toothpaste.
With a little silent prayer, washing the raccoon eyes was first, which I did in a flurry of activity.
Fearful he’d wake up and see me this way, my eyes were still stinging slightly from the amount of soap I’d used when I squeezed toothpaste on my finger and shoved it into my mouth.
I was avidly rubbing the pad of my index finger across my teeth when the door was flung open and my handsome prince waltzed inside as if king of his castle. With a huge grin on his face, he stretched while I stood still, frozen on the spot.
Ye this heated gaze penetrated every muscle, rocking me all the way to my bones.
“Were you trying to escape, brat?” He knew I couldn’t answer since I was foaming at the mouth.
I shook my head in response.
He leaned against the doorway with his arms folded, acting as if he was master of the house. The smirk on his face somehow made him even more sensual, which on him was insanely enticing. All I could think about was running my fingers through that mop of hair, twisting my fingers in it.
“Oh, I think you were. Don’t you remember what I told you last night?” His eyebrows were hitched, which added to his expression of amusement.
“Uh?” I managed, spitting all over myself when I tried to answer. When my eyes dropped to between his legs, he wagged his finger and tsked me. Oh, my goodness. He was no longer just semi hard. He was now sporting a fully engorged cock with the tip glistening from several drops of pre-cum.
If I wasn’t careful, I would easily choke.
“Very naughty of you to stare at a naked man after he just woke up. You must know how dangerous a situation of that nature can be. Since you gravitate toward all things treacherous, I think I might need to punish you. That’s reason number two.
Do you remember reason number one that you need a long… hard… spanking?”
I didn’t gravitate toward treachery. Well, maybe on this trip.
“Wha?” My surprised cry was strangled, enough I shoved my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t continue spitting all over myself.
Was he kidding me? He was tempting me with his sinfully sexy body and long…
thick… Oh, wow. His cock was even harder than the night before, the veins on the side throbbing.
Seeing the tip purple and pulsing, I longed to ease his pain by wrapping my wet mouth around it.
“You heard me.” He held up his hand with two fingers exposed. “The first being running out in front of my car. I can tell you’re the kind of brat who refuses to follow rules. But I’ll help fix that pesky little problem.”
I shook my head vigorously, fighting to turn on the water so I could spit out both the toothpaste and my answer.
But the sleeping giant was too quick for my actions. He moved away from the door, closing it behind him then fisting a handful of my hair. “You heard me, brat. You aren’t leaving until I tell you it’s allowed. And that might take a very… long… time.”
With a gleam in his eye, what did the crazy smokejumper decide to do, toothpaste and all?
Capture my mouth.