“I don’t doubt that, but…”
“Go on,” he said, patting her ass. “I’ve got this. You get comfortable. And naked.”
“Okay.”
When she turned toward the bedroom, he added, “But don’t you dare take those boots off.”
Her giggle followed her into the bedroom.
“Hey, guys,” Simon greeted the cats. Both were sitting on the floor in the kitchen, staring up at him. He couldn’t fathom what they were thinking, but he was sure it wasn’t good. After all, he was monopolizing Violet’s time, and since they were used to having her all to themselves, there was a good chance they held a grudge.
Then again, they did seem ridiculously independent. Neither of them slept in Violet’s bedroom. Harry’s favorite spot was on the couch, while Hermione’s was a pillow in the laundry room at the back of the house. Whenever they weren’t in those places, he often found them on one of the cat perches that were near windows at the front of the house. Likely put there by Violet so they could keep an eye on what was happening outside.
It took only a moment to get them fed and watered, then he headed for the bedroom.
He expected her to be getting ready, so finding her on the bed, her boots on, knees bent and spread wide, her bare pussy on display, was nearly more than his heart could take.
“Jesus,” he groaned, closing the door behind him. “Fuck. I do like walkin’ in to see you like that.”
In fact, he liked it so much he had to wonder why the hell he would ever go back to Dallas.
•••••
When he looked at her like that, Violet felt liquid fire flowing through her veins.
Her experience with sex wasn’t vast, but she’d never been a prude in the bedroom. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she was kinky, but Simon made her want to be. He somehow managed to lower her inhibitions, to urge her to seek the pleasure he offered.
The champagne still fizzing in her bloodstream probably didn’t hurt either.
“Touch yourself,” Simon ordered, his voice a silky rasp.
If she thought about it too much, she would be too embarrassed to touch herself in front of him. It wasn’t in her nature. Yet, she didn’t hesitate, reminding herself that this man would only be in town for a few more days. Chances were, she would never find a man who could light her up the way he did. Which meant she only had one choice: make these last few days count.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Simon growled softly, his gaze fixed on her fingers as she strummed her clit.
Her body tingled from her touch, but it sizzled when he began unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the cuffs. It wasinsanely hot to watch a man undress, especially one built so superbly.
“Do you have toys?”
Violet nodded, flapping her free hand in the direction of the dresser. “Top drawer.”
Simon walked over, opening the drawer. Her cheeks warmed. She didn’t just have one vibrator. She had three. And two dildos—one thick, one just right. And a variety of other things she used for self-pleasure.
“Do you use all these things?” he asked casually as he rummaged through the drawer.
“When I need to,” she said, figuring the truth wouldn’t hurt at this point.
“By yourself?”
“I happen to be fond of orgasms.”
He chuckled as he pulled out the pump bottle of lubricant, setting it on the dresser. Next came the thin dildo, and last—from where she sat, it looked like the little finger vibrator she’d bought but had yet to use.
“Are you gonna use those?” she asked when he turned around, shrugging off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
“At the same time,” he said, his tone serious.
That probably shouldn’t intrigue her the way it did.
