Page 91 of Coveted By Cupid

Dressed only in one of my older, faded white t-shirts, I can see her nipples poking out through the thin cotton fabric. She’s a goddamn dream—soon to be a wet dream—standing there all big eyes and flushed skin.

My eyes trail up her exposed, trim legs, and I’m praying she’s commando underneath. Easy access to her most intimate parts is what I live for since she’s come into my life.

“You’ve been bad, Butterfly,” I say, letting the words hang between us.

She swallows loudly. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I step further into the room toward her, and she steps back, keeping as much distance between us as she can.

“You’re cute when you lie,” I say, teasing her with my words. “We both know you were spying on me and what the club was doing outside when I left you to handle club business.”

“Please. I was not spying,” Vanessa says defensively, crossing her arms and putting on her tough-girl act she uses when she feels overwhelmed by me. “I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The rain hitting the window caught my attention. If you saw me looking out the window, it’s because I was watching the rain coming down.”

She’s lying. I have already scanned the contents of the table and know what’s missing.

My head cocks at her curiously. “Where’s the water?”

She frowns. “Huh?”

“The glass of water you went into the kitchen to get before checking on the weather?”

Vanessa freezes, realizing she’s caught. I swear I can hear her heart hammering in her chest from where I stand, a good ten feet away.

My lips curl upwards in the corner of my mouth. “Two lies in one night. Whatever will I do to punish you?”

As if she can sense danger, Vanessa dashes towards the dining room. I’m hot on her heels, my body thrumming with adrenaline. She runs around the other side of the dining table, probably thinking the furniture will keep her safe. I skid to a halt on the other side of the table, enjoying the sparks of excitement I see dancing in her pretty hazel eyes.

A dark chuckle bubbles from my chest at her sad attempt at avoidance. I could toss the table to get to her quicker, but where’s the fun in that? I like to hunt, and my prey is worth pursuing.

“Only guilty brats run. Don’t worry. I’ll catch you soon enough.”

Across the table, I attempt to psych her out by diving to one side and then the other. She squeaks, terrified as she dodges me. When I reach across the table, nearly nabbing her by the front of the t-shirt, she jumps out of my reach, screeching like a fox and sprinting into the kitchen.

Round and round I chase her around the kitchen island. The way her face lights up in the brightest smile makes my heart skip, knowing I’m the reason for her happiness. She giggles, watching me over her shoulder as I pursue her. The sound of her delightful laughter goes straight to my aching balls, desperate to unload all over her.

“You’re slowing down, ole man,” she taunts, her laugh all breathy from our little game of chase.

My chest puffs out with pride hearing her refer to me as her ole man, never realizing how much those words mean to me until she speaks them. “Just saving my energy.”

She dashes around the short end of the island, assuming she can avoid me from her position. “More like trying to save face. You might as well concede. There’s no way you’re going to catch me. You’re bigger and slower.”

I’ll give her bigger.

The sass on this woman acts like a shot of testosterone to my system. My muscles twitch excitedly, loving a good challenge.

“I’m going to make you eat those words, Butterfly.”

“Oh, yeah? How will you manage that?”

“By shoving my cock down your throat when I catch you.”

My words catch Vanessa off guard, making her do a double-take. She’s still getting accustomed to my bold words.

That brief delay is all I need to make good on my promise.

While Vanessa’s still in shock, I dive across the island, snagging her around the waist and hauling her over the concrete countertop and against me. She screams in surprise, making my dick jump in my pants with anticipation.

“Gotcha.” I chuckle against her temple, pressing a kiss to her racing pulse point and cradling her in my hold like the treasure she is.