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I couldn’t help but laugh. Superheroes had a long list of reasons for the monikers they picked. Most used it to strike fear into their villains. Others treated them as descriptors for their powers. But this was the first time I heard of a hero using a childhood nickname.
I pulled back, running a hand down his thick beard. “Nice to meet you, Theodore.”
“Oh no,” he shook his head. “Only my mom calls me that.”
“Well, if it’s good enough for your mom—“
“I don’t want to think about her while you call my name.”
My cock jumped at the confirmation that this was foreplay. I had imagined him naked, but to strip him out of his suit, the fabric tightened across my groin.
“Theo it is.”
* * *
Theo didn’tjusttake off his suit. He danced.
“Are you doing a striptease?” At the foot of the bed, it was like watching the drunk straight men at the club jamming out to the songs of their youths. I knew a train wreck when I saw one, but I couldn’t look away as they relived their glory days.
“Irresistible, right?”
“I can’t do this,” I protested. Holding up a finger, he paused his gyrating hips. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and flipped to my bedroom playlist. What? I like to be prepared for sexy times. I plugged the phone into the stand next to my bed, and the music filled the bedroom.
“Now?” he asked.
“Now.” I nodded, lying back on the bed in nothing but boxer briefs. If I had kept my clothes on, I’d have returned the favor.
He was a horrible dancer. Not just bad, but if it were any other man, it’d have been laughable. But Theo’s confidence had its own appeal. There was no arrogance, just a sense of pride in everything he did. While I might want to strip him naked, his thick body remained hissecondsexiest trait.
Turning to the side, he tossed in a pelvic thrust that didn’t quite line up with the music. Reaching to his side, he unfastened the snaps holding his armor in place. I held my breath as he did a side step, pulling the chest plate over his head. He was as bearish as they came. The armor hid soft padding with just a hint of muscle, but from the chest down, every inch of his body was covered in hair.
I whistled.
He tossed the armor to the side, but it never hit the floor, vanishing through a portal. I heard a thud in the living room. I had almost forgotten the sexy beast seducing me had this incredible power. Now, if only he could make his pants vanish.
My prayers were answered as he turned, letting me get a clear view of his ass. The leather pants were painted on and required effort to peel down his body. Inch-by-inch, I got the chance to see… a jock?
“¡Santos Dios!”
By the time his suit reached his knees, he had turned. There was no holding back as he raised his arms, thrusting his hips as he gave into the music. It was less of a striptease at this point and more of a poorly choreographed flash mob. But he meant this show just for me, and it was impossible to hide my excitement.
I laughed as he paused his dance moves to kick off his boots. Hopping on one foot, he wrestled with his pants. Thankfully, it had been a Nagatine that attacked two nights ago, because if it had been his pants, I’m pretty sure we’d both be dead. With one last kick, they flew across the room, vanishing into a portal and landing somewhere in the living room.
He leaned forward as if he was about to crawl onto the bed, but I wasn’t having that. “Uh no. I didn’t watch that for you to end when it got good.”
“Snared by my sexy?”
Dammit, he wasn’t wrong. How did he manage to be this charming? “I’m not hating it.”
I got to my knees and crawled closer as he treated me to… the Electric Slide? If it wasn’t for him flexing and his package bouncing, I’d have turned on the lights and sent him on the hunt for a bachelorette party. I reached the end of the mattress. He was close enough for me to be impressed by the bulge of his jock.
When my finger hooked on his waistband, he slowed his moves. With only two sheer pieces of fabric between us, he kept a devilish smile plastered on his face. But his eyes, they didn’t have an ounce of humor in them. I had seen the expression a hundred times before as a man realized he was seconds from having his cock touched.
He robbed me of a hard-won victory as his hands vanished into portals. Hands rested on the back of my shoulders and pulled me back onto the bed. I tried to sit up, but another portal appeared above me. His hand rested on my chest. As he got onto the bed, he crawled over me, kissing up my thigh. He paused as he reached for my underwear, leaning in close to the tent, letting me feel his breath before he left a trail up my torso. He licked my nipple before resting on his elbows on top of me.
“You’re a horrible dancer,” I laughed.
“I’m hurt,” he jested. “I’ll just take my sick dance moves and go home and write in my diary. Dear Diary—”
