Page 182 of Vicious Temptation

“You trust me?”

He gives me a skeptical look, clearly fucking with me, then nods. I decide to let it slide since I’ll be riding that face soon enough. I grab his hand and tug him back toward the bedroom.

“What are you doing now?”

“You caught me,” I say, glancing over my shoulder and giving him a wink. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“For you? Probably.”

When we reach the bedroom, I push him toward the middle of the room and climb onto the mattress, settling back against the pillows.

“Now strip.”

Thiago stares at me. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“You want me to strip?”

“I want Batman to strip.”

His mouth twitches. “How is this a reward for me?”

“Because you get to watch me enjoy every second of it. And if Batman puts on a good show, I might make it worth his while.”

The idea should be ridiculous, but the longer I picture him actually doing it, the more I need to see it.

“What’s wrong? Batman getting shy?”

“I’m not shy.”

I cluck at him twice, giving him the same ridiculous chicken impression he used on me once.

His eyes narrow behind the mask, then it clicks, and he breaks, dropping his head as laughter shakes through him. “You did not just fucking cluck at me.”

“Oh, I absolutely did.” I let my gaze travel pointedly over the clothes he’s still wearing, then raise an eyebrow.

“Then prove it. Strip for me, Batman. Let me see what I’ve been thinking about riding all night.”

His laughter dies down as he shakes his head, but I can already see the challenge getting under his skin. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that.”

I smile. “Maybe, but you’re the one who told me you can’t say no to me.”

Thiago stares at me, then climbs over my body and kisses me slowly, pressing his already hard dick between my thighs and nearly making me reconsider this entire idea.

“No, I fucking can’t,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Good.” My voice is just as breathless. “Now give me my show.”

His forehead drops against mine as he laughs. “Fine. But if I’m doing this, I’m doing it right.”

He moves off me and heads toward the dresser, turning on his speaker before grabbing his phone. Anticipation has me biting my lip as he taps the screen a few times until the opening notes of “Makin’ Good Love” by Avant fill the bedroom.

My head starts moving with the beat before I even realize I’m doing it. Thiago gives me a look.

“What do you know about this song?”