“Jerk.”
“Lick my finger.”
“Not happening.”
“You asked about the pull-ups, and I cooked your dinner. Now lick the peanut butter off my finger.”
My stomach twists and heat pulls between my thighs at his demand. The man is sinful and infuriating all in one. He’s expecting me to argue, poking at me for a fight, so to keep him guessing, I lean over, close my lips around his finger and suck. Yes, I said suck…the peanut butter off.
Sitting back up, I lick my lips and peer up at him through my lashes. His nostrils flare as he takes deep breaths, his cheeks flushed, eyes blazing with desire.
“Yummy,” leaves me in a breath, and he clears his throat.
With a jerky nod, he takes a big bite and chews, staying silent. It worked and shook him off balance, just as I wanted. I dig into my own plate full of pancakes, using my finger to spread the peanut butter the same way I watched him.
When I’m finished, I go to take a bite, but he tugs my hand. I watch with bated breath as he lifts my finger to his mouth. He gently scrapes his teeth along my finger and follows it up by sucking the rest of the thick peanut spread off.
Oh, my.
I see now why his cheeks tinted. I feel my own grow warm, my nipples stiffening in response to his wet tongue on my flesh. “Delicious,” he confesses, his voice choppy and gruff with need. I know because my own voice thickened after having a taste from him.
“It’s really good,” I admit after another bite.
He smirks and continues to chew. I should’ve bitten my tongue. Now he’ll claim I owe him for cooking us dinner.
“So, were you guys able to get what you needed from those Iron Fists?”
He grows serious, his eyes guarded. “You need to forget about them.”
“They tried to jump me; I can’t just swipe it under the rug.”
“You can, and you will,” he orders, finishing his last pancake. He hops off and tosses his empty plate in the trash. I finish my food, and he takes my plate from me, throwing it away as well.
“Thanks.”
He holds his hand out, palm up. I raise my eyebrow and hop down myself. “I haven’t needed a man to help me down before, so I won’t start now. We shared pancakes and got into a fight together. We aren’t exchanging vows or anything.”
“You can’t handle letting a man be in control, can you?”
“Of me?” I scan his gorgeous body from top to bottom. His old jeans fit him in the perfect way, his heavy leather boots complementing the look nicely. “No. I don’t have a problem with a man being in control as long as it’s not with me. I’d end up breaking him.”
He snorts. “Then you haven’t had a real man.”
I flick my gaze to his and admit, “Probably not. Doesn’t mean I’ll give you a shot though.”
He grumbles, and I grin.
“Thanks for dinner, cupcake, but I have to get back to work.”
“Strip. I’ll work your body.”
“Ha, nice try, big guy. Don’t you have stuff to do for your Prez?”
Don’t they ride their motorcycles around and glare at children for fun or something?
“I’m doing it.”
“What?”