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“W-what?” I stuttered, momentarily thrown off my internal rampage.
Butch advanced on me, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me to face him, his blue-eyed gaze raking over my body as if looking for evidence of… something.
Oh. Ohhh…
He thinks Vi is my secret girlfriend.
Gross.
“The woman on the douchey Segway?” I hedged, trying to determine if he’d seen Violentia exit my car or not. Then I remembered this normie lived 98 stories up, so unless he had superspy-level binoculars, there was little chance that he saw much of anything.
You’re just used to dealing with supes, Xan.
He nodded, and I flashed him a charming smile in return. “Just some lost tourist looking for where they filmedTwilight.I sent her to the very tip of the peninsula.”
I could have told him it was my crazy-ass sister returning my car, but there was an understanding among supe families not to openly associate with each other as unmasked civilians—just in case covers were blown. While there was no love lost between my siblings and me, in the end, it was the Suarez clan against the world.
Blood is thicker than murder.
He swallowed hard and nodded, gaze meeting mine with so much concern I wanted to drop to my knees and suck it out of his dick. “She didn’t…touch you,did she?”
This is adorable.
“No, sweetheart,” I cooed, hooking my fingers in his belt loops and yanking him closer. “She didn’t. And I wouldn’t have let her anyway—not only because I don’t do pussy, but I knew I had something better andbiggerwaiting for me up here.” I illustrated my point by roughly palming the enormous bulge in Butch’s pants and squeezing until he moaned.
“Sugar…” he whispered in that helplessly breathless way of his that made me feral. “I’m sorry I’m being so weird, I just—”
“You just have a huge crush on me, I get it,” I chuckled, licking my way into his mouth for a deep kiss before pulling him toward the kitchen area. “That’s cool. I kinda like you too, big guy. Now let’s eat our breakfast while it’s still hot… becauseI’mstill hot, especially thinking about what agood jobyou did last night.”
His blush almost had me coming in my pants. “Youlikeme, huh?” He stifled a smile, seeming to recover from his sexy AF bout of jealousy. Then, his pretty eyes lit up at the sight of his egg sandwich, which only made me want to figure out twenty more ways to spoil him.
And fuck, do I want to spoil him.
“Yeah,” I shrugged nonchalantly, taking a juicy bite of cheesy goodness and feeling my pleasure multiply as he did the same. “Just a little bit.”
CHAPTER8
BUTCH
Xanderseemedokay, and I didn’t want to push, so I had no choice but to believe him when he said nothing had actually happened between him and…
Violentia Suarez.
I took a big gulp of my all-natural orange juice, willing myself to swallow down the panic threatening to rise to the surface again. When I’d used my supe-vision to look down 98 stories and discovered that deadly menace talking tomy…
My…
Regardless of what I wassupposedto call the man who’d given me a near-spiritual experience on my knees, the sight of him in danger—helpless and within Violentia’s reach—had nearly wrecked me.
Even if I’d flown down at top speed, I wouldn’t have made it in time.
“Are you okay?”
I was startled back to the present at the sound of Xander’s smooth voice, again feeling that snap of a puzzle piece falling into place in his presence. This entire situation had been surreal from the start, and while it feltright,it was also a little overwhelming.
“Totally fine,” I replied, plastering on the smile I’d been taught to give to the cameras since birth.
Xander gave me a stern look. “Bullshit. What’s on your mind, Butch?”
