Page 84 of Triple Power Play 3
She takes my hand, and that familiar jolt of electricity surges through me. I help her down onto the pavement, and with me blocking anyone’s view, she discreetly adjusts her oversized, cable-knit sweater dress.
An expanse of toned thigh is visible between the hem and her knee-high suede boots.Ethan raised a brow at her outfit choicewhen leaving the doctor’s office, mumbling about having twins next. I can’t blame him there, but she can wear whatever she wants with me. Let some asshole try to touch her.
She tousles her wavy hair, ensuring she’s picture-perfect. “I want a mocha latte. Do they make a decaf latte?”
I intertwine our fingers. “I thought you were hungry?”
We walk hand in hand, like any ordinary couple, except I’m her security, dressed in all black—uniform tactical pants, T-shirt, and my worn baseball cap—and she’s a hot model.
She nudges her shoulder against my bicep. “I am. I want a pastry.”
I lift my brows. “Did you forget about our pizza date?”
“No… I’m just craving a coffee and a muffin.” She gives me a pout, knowing full well she’ll get her way.
One of these days, I’ll refuse her whims—one day.
Instead, I dip my head and say, “You keep pouting, princess, and I’m going to bite that bottom lip.”
She freezes, her wide eyes fixed on me, their innocent façade barely concealing a spark of something else.
“Come on.” I chuckle and tug her hand. “Let’s get you fed before you get cranky.”
As we approach the coffee shop, a pedestrian recognizes her and creeps closer, phone poised. Then, a few others take notice, at least one photographer based on the camera.
When we arrive, they block the sidewalk and entrance, snapping pictures. It’s only a half dozen people, but a few are yelling, and to Aurora, the noise is jarring.
I put my arm out before her and bark, “Step back!”
An employee swings the door open, and the small crowd stumbles over one another to move aside. We hurry in, and he points to a quiet spot in the corner, far from the windows.
On the way to our seat, I don’t miss how he gawks at Aurora’s firm, bouncing ass. Don’t get me wrong, I’m staring too, but I’m allowed—I think.
Ethan is agreeable, and his word is law in this family—until Jackson throws a fit and suggests I’m taking her for myself. Then, Ethan’s heritage reveals itself.
I’m not an idiot. I know she’s not leaving either of them, and I’m convinced they’d tear the world apart to find her if she did.
She slides into the booth, and I follow. I give a dismissive nod to the host, my stony gaze locked on his until he turns and walks away.
With an amused smile, she shifts to face me. “What are you doing?”
“He was leering at you.”
“No,” she says with a giggle. “Why are you sitting with me? You never sit with me.”
I push the table toward the other side to have some damn legroom. “I need to have a clear view of the entrance. Do you want to switch? Besides, isn’t this a date?”
She cocks her head. “Is it? I’m out of practice. Actually, I’ve never taken anyone on a date. You’re my first. Be gentle.” Those tempting lips spread into a devilish grin.
Fuck. How can she arouse me with just her teasing smile?
My voice deepens, and my cock hardens. “I don’t think you like gentle, princess.”
“How would you know what I like?”
“I know everything about you.”
Her gaze falls on my mouth, and a wicked gleam enters her eyes. “That’s not true.”
