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But the thought of someone else’s hands on her makes me want to crush something. The feeling roaring inside me is completely unfamiliar and unwelcome.
I grab the pillow in the middle of my king-size bed and pull it under my head, turning over to my side and closing my eyes. But sleep never comes. Jesus, this is so frustrating. Not one bit of me is tired right now. Quite the opposite actually. I’m all wired up and should probably use my hand to relieve the tension.
Violet was stunning tonight. The thin black leather tucked to her body like cling wrap, and though I’m not into it, it kind of made me want to see her in a dominatrix outfit. Or maybe Catwoman. A whip? Hmm… possibly. Shit, I’ve seriously lost it now.
The sound of something downstairs makes me sit up. I listen and hear the noise again, so I climb out of bed, wearing only my gray boxer briefs, and open my bedroom door a sliver.
I hear Violet’s voice and breathe a sigh of relief. Good, she’s home.
But then I hear someone else’s voice and I straighten. It’s all the way downstairs, so I can’t make out whether it’s male or female, but someone else is definitely down there.
Did one of her friends come back here with her to continue the party? That doesn’t really seem like Violet. Neither does bringing a hookup here, but still that fear worries me.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid. And not just because I’d be pissed if any nanny brought a guy home with her, but because the idea of Violet taking some douchebag to bed across the hall from me sets fire to my blood and sends it scalding through my veins.
I start toward the stairs without thinking twice, rushing down them and into the kitchen where I hear her, or them, rustling around. When I walk in, I see that just the under-counter lights are on, but no one is there. Then I notice the pantry door is open.
“Shit,” Violet whispers.
If she’s making out with someone else in there, I am going to lose my shit because that’s our fucking place.
Do you even hear yourself, Banks?
I stomp over and flick on the light.
“Oh Jesus.” She brings her hand up to shield her eyes.
I glance around and see that it’s just her in the small space, so I turn the light back off. “I thought I heard someone else.”
“Oh sorry, I just called Amara to let her know I got home okay. I hit the speaker button by accident.” She giggles. She’s definitely feeling good from however many drinks she put down tonight.
“I thought you brought someone home with you.” My voice is more rigid than I intend.
“Why would I—oh, wait. Like a guy? To hook up with?” She grabs the box of Cheez-Its and digs her hand in, pulling out a few and eating them. With the dim light from the kitchen, I can make out that her face has transitioned into a scowl. “Are you serious?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” My hands fist at my sides.
“Um… maybe because you know me, and I would never do that. Jesus, Brady.” She pulls out a few more cheese squares and pops them in her mouth.
I step closer to her. “It’s not something we ever discussed as being okay or not.”
She takes steps to meet me, and because she still has her heels on, she’s closer than normal to lining up to my lips. “I wouldn’t think we’d have to have that discussion. It should be implied. I would never bring a guy back to your house to hook up with.” She puts the box on the counter and tilts her head in a sassy way.
I shrug. “Why not? You’re single. You’re free to do what you want.” I don’t know why I’m taunting her.
“That’s right, I am. But if I wanted to hook up with someone, I would have gone back to his place, not brought a stranger to my boss’s house.”
The sound that comes out of me can best be described as a growl. Instead of sending Violet running, quite the opposite happens.
She takes another step toward me. “You have something to say about that?”
She smirks. Although I should turn and walk away, a bigger part of me wants to kiss that smug look off her face. Without warning her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me, bend my head, and kiss her.
She practically melts in my arms, moaning and wrapping her arms around my neck. Our tongues meet, and the sensation of our connection sends lightning bolts through my body. My cock hardens, and I can’t help but angle my hips into her. Her arms come down from around my neck and roam my bare chest as though she can’t get enough. I forgot what it was like to have her palms coast over my hard body, and I vow never to forget again.
I pull away and push my hands into her hair at her temples. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
“Not so much that I can’t make this decision for myself.”
