Page 17 of Duplicitous
“So prickly.” He brushes his smooth glove over my stinging thighs. “Are you flustered about something, kitten?”
“I’ll make you flustered,” I shoot back. “Wait until you’re the one panting while I outrun you.”
A burst of vibration against my g-spot draws an embarrassing squeak from my chest.
It’s over in a second. I growl my irritation and writhe over his shoulder.
He just pats my upturned butt with unabashed affection.
I’m so distracted by my need for an orgasm that I don’t immediately notice the murmur of a small crowd as his long strides carry us around the manor and into a manicured garden.
“Looks like you’ve already caught your prize,” a masculine voice says. “What a disappointing hunt.”
“Keep your eyes on your own prize, or you won’t see anything ever again.”
If I thought Bones was snarling before, it’s nothing compared to the feral grumble that makes his entire body vibrate with aggression as he threatens the man who teased me.
I relax against my masked man with a happy sigh. I don’t have to worry about anything when he’s my scary protector. I’m not afraid that he’ll actually carry out the violent threat—Bones is all bark and no bite—but he’s intimidating enough to keep other men away.
And his fierce demeanor is sexy as hell.
I decide to playfully pat his butt too. I barely have a moment to appreciate the taut muscle beneath my hand before he lifts me off his shoulder and sets me on my feet.
His head is cocked as he stares down at me, his big hands bracketing my waist.
“What the hell was that?”
I grin up at him. “You’re very scary. I approve.”
He blows out a long breath and rubs his masked forehead. “What am I going to do with you?”
I lean into him, so my breasts press against his hard chest. “I believe there were some threats. Something about making me suffer? Punishing me? Making me come while I scream your name? Does any of that sound familiar to you?”
He traces the shape of my lips. “I’m not sure which I prefer: your sassy tongue or your glazed eyes when I gag you.”
“Dealer’s choice,” I tease.
He groans. “You are infuriating.”
“And you love it.” I tap his nose.
He captures my finger in his. “Your punishments are piling up,” he warns.
“Oh noooooo.” I draw out the refusal dramatically. “How terrible.”
He wraps my ponytail around his fist and tugs my head back sharply. I stop talking; I can’t manage more than an erotic gasp as my mind blanks. There’s no room in my head for anything other than raw need andhim.
Then the vibrator starts up, a low, insistent purr that’s meant to stimulate me without allowing full release.
My knees go weak, and I grab his corded arms for support.
“What were you saying?” he drawls.
I lean into him, relying on his strong frame to hold me upright. “You’re very mean. Very intimidating. I’m shaking for you.”
It’s meant to be a joke, but the truth accidentally slips out.
“Hmmm, I do like when you’re shaking and clinging to me like this. Much better.”
